Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

14 – Opening (Lehu added about 800 characters!)

“Yes?”

I have lost my mind.

It was because the fence rule, which had been involuntarily followed for 33 years, was suddenly broken.

“The only place to lie down here is the rocks far away. It’s all dark for me too.”

Miss Priianian said casually.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Why?”

“Still, Miss Prianian is a bit…”

“Hey, Mr. G-House. We came to work, not on a date, right?”

Miss Priianian said incredulously.

“Huh? Uhh yes Yes.”

I was at a loss for words. Even though I had flails flying to my head, it was the first time I had ever seen this type of attack.

“Ha.”

She sighed and spoke with a sad expression and tone this time.

“Yes. Thanks to someone who thought it was strange, I ended up dying alone trying to catch a wizard without a guard by my side. Whether hit by a sword or magic, he’ll die on his own, so watch over him from afar.”

“No, where is that nonsense?”

“Isn’t it unreasonable to make a fuss about the guard abandoning the shooter and going somewhere else?”

In the end, I cried out that I would sleep here, that I would stick close to him and protect him from being hit by swords or magic, and then lay down.

And Miss Prianian, who heard that, said with a slightly half-opened eye and a smile.

“…Oh, I didn’t ask you to be that harsh.”

I don’t know which beat to match when I see him twisting his body slightly and looking like his tail is about to poke out from behind his back.

The affinity with which she could do this to someone she had only known for a few hours was amazing.

So, I am her glove, and as I set down her pouch of her roasted oats beside her, I advised her one thing.

“But remember this one thing.”

“What is it?”

“I may struggle or scream in my sleep. If it makes strange noises, please cover your ears just once.”

It was common knowledge to all the mercenaries who used the same tent as me, but she dismissed it as if it were just a prank.

“…A. How bad.”

It remains to be seen if she will slap me on the cheek like her other friends.

***

In this nightmare, her mother called. I have been contacted because of your thesis.

But maybe I should be happy that I got a call from my mother.

Or I don’t know if I should hate the voice of the black silhouette who doesn’t scold me and tells me to start over again.

Why?

“Mr. G-House?”

The voice of Miss Prianian who woke me up continued to be heard.

But with my eyes still closed, I looked back at the nightmare I had just a moment ago.

I had to find out the cause of more discomfort than usual.

The cause was simple.

I didn’t practice today.

I have to go out every night, memorize all night, wield knives and stuff all night long, and lie down exhausted so that the nightmare goes over smoothly, but that was the reason I couldn’t do that today.

Of course, after doing this sh*t for about 5 years, I got used to it and became dull, but today it was a bit harsh. To the point of shedding tears in my sleep.

I felt bad for my eyeballs. My heart felt worse than that.

Miss Prianian’s sympathetic voice made me fall into a sense of self-doubt through my eardrums.

And because of this, only one thought was burning without dulling at all.

To go back someday and submit a revision.

It was the last goal that came to my mind from the day I fell to another world.

That’s why I had to survive.

***

“Hey, Mr. Ghouse? Dead?”

The twentieth confirmation of survival permeated my ears sweetly.

When I slowly opened my eyes, it was morning.

“Ugh. Why do you sleep so badly? He kept moaning and it wasn’t even a fuss- …Uh, are you crying by any chance?”

And the restless light sat next to me.

It was different from last night, when he acted like a fox, which gave him a sense of separation.

‘I don’t know the real concept.’

“Huh.”

So I just laughed. Whatever it was, thank you.

“I told you. So, I’m just going to give it a shot.”

So all I could do was spit it out like that.

“I thought about that in the middle, but when I collapsed, I had to block it by myself. So I left it alone.”

She smiled and said, joking or serious.

“If you get a good night’s sleep, won’t you get a knife for me later?”

But judging from the way he spoke, I thought maybe he was serious, but as always when I have nothing to say, I just shrugged my shoulders.

“That’s what I came here for. But it’s kind of sad because it’s so direct.”

“Come on. Then, since they are already here, stop trembling and get up.”

I raised my upper body and said with my legs crossed.

“Yes. Mom.”

“Yes son. Wipe away some tears.”

“It’s not tears. It’s sweat.”

I silently wiped my eyes and looked down at the hill next to her.

Silver rectangles and trapezoids soaked in sunlight were walking towards each other, swaying to and fro.

It was our mercenary corps and the Sarian mercenary corps who came here and there with only the number of people.

To put the Sarian guys in one word, it would be like that if I handed out signs saying ‘I love you, hug me’ at the orphanage to the smoking bullies in the neighborhood alleys and made them march down the street.

And.

“Yeah. Those guys are out too.”

Kikik.

As I was loading the third crossbow, I looked behind them, and I saw some of them who were just clearing tables at the branch of the mercenary guild.

After being kicked out of the mercenary corps due to various problems, he waited tirelessly for work and brought in even those who were used like moths for dirty work.

Anyway, when I counted the scale with Heltant’s Sansonian counting, there were a little more than twelve by five.

The Hwaruan mercenaries numbered about thirty, so they had twice the superiority in numbers, but no one knew the outcome.

Like that, the two squares confronted each other about 10 meters apart.

This is a distance where neither a sword nor a long spear can reach, but when an arrow comes flying, it is possible to immediately charge with a shield and blow off the heads of enemies.

The only thing contested on these streets was trash talk, a tradition of mercenaries.

First, a mature man wearing a shiny chain armor came out of the other side and pointed at Hwaran.

The number 1 person of interest who could threaten the safety of Ms. Priyanian, and a person I respect. It’s Sarrian Potter.

“Hwaran. It’s nice to see him after a long time. Have you ever confused a nursing home with a battlefield? It’s not a place for old people to come.”

However, Hwaran was not easy.

He said, looking back at him with his arms spread out.

“Seeing that he didn’t manage to cut the place where he was hit last time and he looks fine, it seems that Bluntian’s knife is also dull!! If he had come in front of me, he would have cut me off right away. Isn’t that right!!”

Pretentious spirit filled the battlefield. Intermingled with laughter was the sound of laughing at Sarrian.

Hwar’an looked forward again and aimed one muscular arm at Sarian.

“By the way, did your mother patch the arm that was cut in half? They stick together well, don’t they?”

This time it was Sarrian.

All the units with low discipline possessed were cheers full of individuality.

“Ha! You’re talking about something you don’t have. Let’s not mention other people’s parents when the mother who will help them is already dead and there is no bone meal left! Aren’t we the same orphans?”

“I was separated, but you were bereaved right in front of me. There is a big difference. Don’t you know that Goa also has water supply? Sarrian?”

“I don’t know the level, but at least I think I know the level of your family.”

“Yes, brother.”

This time heartfelt laughter came again.

Hwaran opened his mouth again after scanning the opposing mercenary.

“Tsk. By the way, it seems that the number has been filled somehow, but it seems that the level has not been restored. Isn’t there such a talent! Why don’t you just give up now?”

Sarian snarled again.

“George, don’t act out on jealousy that doesn’t fit your face and go away. It’s unlucky to cut an old man with a knife.”

“You lose your life if you get stabbed by an old man. Then won’t the bad luck go away?”

“Hwaran. It’s your last chance. Even now, if you’re thinking of that coveted ass you have at home, I recommend that you quietly put sh*t on your crotch and disappear. Wouldn’t the dog like it then?”

“When was the last time we were talking tongue-in-cheek and going home? The only thing to do with the chewy who doesn’t follow the traditional customs is still seeing who the knife is still sharp. Aren’t you?”

“You’re full of ideas about making free money by cheating like an old man. I will take this opportunity to retire for free.”

“Ha ha ha!! Be old It’s funny that someone who is only about 10 years older than me says that.”

Hwar An crossed his arms and smiled. Then, as if turning on a switch, he changed his tone seriously.

“But the bastards who said that to me either retired or went to hell. You will be no different. Shall I cut off your left arm this time? Or neck?”

“No.”

Sarian uttered just that one word and turned around.

Raw accusations and booing landed on his back, and Sarian soon raised his hands.

The battlefield fell silent, and only one word rang out.

Ready to rush.

It took some time for the silver trapezoid to turn into a wedge.

Anyway, it’s a rush order.

Originally, after the trash talk from both sides, the implicit speech before rushing was made, and then the rushing was the national rule.

However, he sometimes skips when the relationship is so f*cked up, so he still obeys the national rules.

It’s like a real FM crazy bastard.

Hwar An, who was not intimidated by the silvery life, turned his head and called out to Guilford.

“Guilford!”

“Yes!”

Guilford, who was standing right behind him, came up to his side and bowed his head.

As we discussed yesterday, Lancer, who has the command in this battle, will be in charge of Gilford.

Because he was a former territory guard squad leader, he was more skilled than other mercenaries in managing his troops.

Hwaran does not step forward in this battle. He will mark Sarian instead.

“……”

“…Yes!”

After Hwar An tipped off something like that, he went among the mercenaries, and Gilford raised his hand.

“Ready.”

The low voice he uttered created a magic that made the front of the square a little longer. And a little sharper too.

“……”

“……”

The shapeless dome of emotions embraced the entire battlefield.

From my experience, it’s cool here, but it’s going to be very hot in there right now. Because that’s the power of emotions.

So, the first thing to be built in a war is not the blade of a spear, but the intent to kill each other.

Everyone here knows that no matter who is on the other side, it will not change that he will also cut himself with a knife.

It could be a empirical conclusion after seeing and feeling the scars on the face or body of his or his colleagues, or it could be the result of a priori feeling instinctively.

So all of us on the battlefield must take out our swords against unknown people.

If you take out a knife on the street, you become a hideous stealer of money, but if you take out a knife in the battlefield, you become a good defender of honor.

So instead of shaking hands with people we might be friendly with if we met at a bar, we should shake hands.

We met on the battlefield, not in a bar.

This is the only obvious conclusion of an obvious bloody battle that begins with an obvious verbal fight that, in the end, is nothing more than an obvious joke, which is only about six lines long if written in writing.

-Aren’t you here to get money? It’s the mercenary job you chose, so endure it with evil.

For that reason, this Yeongjijeon is about people who can’t do without even a bit of money, rushing to save their honor.

For honor.

For money.

A brief two-minute rage period was over, and I could see the polearms erected at an angle by both sides, and the tips of their spears glowing red with easily warmed retort-style hatred.

“……”

“……”

Fear, courage, anger, regret, longing.

Many emotions were swirling among the mercenaries.

But at this moment, the thoughts we all had were predictable.

‘For money?’

‘For the name and honor of the Viscount, who may not know what he likes?’

No.

The correct answer is ‘I just came out’.

I heard that the fire moth I know thought so too. But now dead

That’s why the beginning of war and the beginning of battle, whether it’s on Earth or in another world, starts accidentally.

Sure.

– Took.

At some point.

“…..!”

“…..!”

Tadadak…

As if water droplets fell on the tip of the roof,

Doo-doo-doo-doo…!

As if a tight rubber band is being cut off.

Waaa…!!!!

The two mercenaries accidentally ran towards each other as if they had made a promise.

Kill it!!

For the Viscount!!!!

Now.

The territorial battle between Viscount Million and Viscount Arnen has begun, which may be the number one time.