âDo you want to transfer to another company?â
It happened just five steps out of the barracks.
It was not common for someone to directly pull a soldier from within the unit.
âIs it because I became a higher-ranking soldier?â
That might be the case. There arenât many higher or top-ranking soldiers within the unit.
Or there might be another reason.
Spell Breaker.
Itâs the name most frequently mentioned within the unit these days.
Being noticed and receiving attention. Itâs a first for him. But that doesnât mean he should get excited and jump around like a fifteen-year-old kid.
Itâs enjoyable, but there are things that should be passed over because they are enjoyable.
Encrid had experience. He had survived until the age of thirty while eating the soldierâs rations without dying.
âTo the 1st Company, you mean?â
âDo you think I came to put you in the foolâs Palto Company or the Rayon Company?â
Palto and Rayon are the names of the 2nd and 3rd Company Commanders.
âCome to my company.â
Encridâs promotion duel was strongly etched in everyoneâs memory.
Among them, Graham, the 1st Company Commander responsible for the heavy infantry, especially liked Encrid.
He was originally known within the military for valuing talented people.
He was also mentioned as the next Battalion Commander.
Such was his offer. It was not a light matter.
The 1st Company, famous for its heavy infantry, was the core unit of the Cyprus Division and an elite course within the army.
But Encrid shook his head.
âIâm sorry.â
It was a polite refusal without hesitation.
âRefusal? Why? If youâre worried about conflict with the Company Commander, Iâll protect you.â
âItâs not that.â
Encridâs attitude while answering was overly calm. There was not even a hint of hesitation.
Graham frowned and then relaxed.
âYou donât seem to have any regrets?â
âIs that so?â
Graham stared blankly at Encrid. Encrid met his gaze, wondering what more to say.
âIt seems that way.â
It was not a problem to be solved by force or coercion. Graham thought so.
âThen.â
Encrid pressed his left hand to his left waist and bowed his head in a military salute.
To receive a salute, one should at least nod, but Graham mirrored Encridâs action like a reflection.
Pressing his left hand to his waist, he returned the salute. Then he spoke.
âThanks to you.â
Thank you?
When Encrid stared blankly, Graham continued speaking.
âYou survived. I should at least thank you.â
Spell Breaker.
That fog was truly horrifying. The more capable the commander, the more its power was felt.
The Fairy Company Commander had cursed the Battalion Commander extensively during the battle.
Graham had cursed the Battalion Commander just as much as she had.
âThat idiot, that dumbass!â
He had shouted this in the middle of the battlefield.
When there was no trouble, it was fine to just take care of his own business. But in a crisis, a commanderâs ability inevitably showed.
The Battalion Commander was an idiot.
At least, Graham thought so.
Especially since he subtly took credit for this battle, which was the dumbest thing to do.
Eventually, everyone within the unit who knew, knew.
The real hero of the previous battle was not the Battalion Commander.
The two men who had stood stiffly giving a salute relaxed.
Graham extended his hand first, and Encrid grasped it and shook it.
It was a farewell mixed with gratitude, regret, and a bit of sadness.
âGo on, and donât forget how disappointed I am.â
âShould I send Rem in my place then?â
Encrid joked.
âNot that bastard!â
Graham pretended to be angry and glared.
The two soon smiled and parted ways.
âHe seems like a good person.â
It was the first time Encrid had such a conversation with the heavy infantry Company Commander.
Encrid felt a sense of fondness towards him.
Though the barracks were right behind him, he wanted to walk a bit more.
As he walked, he took a rare opportunity to look around various parts of the city.
Before he knew it, he had reached the edge of the market in the city center.
Even though it was a military city, it was natural for merchants and farmers to come and go.
In fact, there were far more itinerant merchants than people engaged in agriculture.
Border Guard was a place known as a military city on the frontier. The number of stationed troops exceeded 1,000.
If the ratio of soldiers to the population was one in ten, the city should have had more than 10,000 citizens.
But 10,000 was obviously too much, and it didnât even reach 5,000.
Still, the city functioned well.
This was because it was a royal domain.
Thanks to the kingdomâs support, the military city of the Border Guard could be maintained.
But they couldnât rely on the kingdom for everything, so they also farmed and welcomed merchants.
Among these, the business of attracting merchant guilds was quite successful.
Recently, it was heard that by the kingâs order, several merchant guilds had entered the city, and perhaps because of this, the market was bustling like never before.
As a result, Big Eyes had been chattering about how the innkeeperâs mouth was practically reaching the ceiling.
âItâs understandable why heâs happy.â
There were indeed many people. When merchant guilds increase in the city, innkeepersâ happiness increases accordingly.
Moreover, one of the main businesses of the Border Guard was the lodging industry.
âA major trading venue for the guilds.â
One of the advantages of having a significantly large number of professional soldiers in the city was solid public security.
There were more than enough troops to patrol and guard the city.
As a result, it became a major trading venue for various guilds.
A city with not many residents but many visitors.
A military city, yet also exhibiting the characteristics of a trade city.
That was the true nature of the Border Guard.
Encrid glanced at the entrance of an alley, where buildings were haphazardly constructed, creating a complicated structure. He then turned his body.
He felt as though someone was watching him, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing.
Encrid turned back and walked to the front of the barracks.
After he left, a beggar, who had been hiding under a filthy blanket up to his head, crawled out from the inside of the alley.
The beggar sat down on the ground and began to beg. The eyes within the blanket were sharp.
To anyone watching, he didnât appear to be just a mere beggar.
* * *
Before he could even enter the quarters, Remâs voice hit Encridâs ears.
âOur Squad Leader is preparing to abandon us. Everyone, get ready.â
That crazy guy.
âIs it true?â
As soon as he entered, Big Eyes ran up to him.
âNo.â
Encrid flatly denied it and tried to explain, but everyoneâs eyes looked hostile.
Ragna, half-closing his eyes, spoke.
âIf youâre leaving, take me with you.â
It was a straightforward tone. It would be understandable if he spoke like that while following orders, but Ragna was naturally lazy.
He was someone who rarely followed anyoneâs orders easily.
Would there be a unit that welcomed someone like Ragna?
âWell, transferring units is a common thing.â
Jaxon agreed, glancing over his belongings. He looked ready to pack up and follow at any moment.
Jaxon was a bit better, but still.
âHeâs alsoâŠâ
He wasnât part of this troublesome unit for no reason.
He kept his duty hours well enough, but he frequently skipped training. He often disappeared suddenly, making people search for him. Though he was friendly with people.
âThere are limits, and he definitely chooses whom to interact with.â
He obviously showed his preferences openly. He was not the type to blend well into the unit.
Naturally, there werenât many commanders who welcomed Jaxon.
âThese crazy bastards, where do you think youâre going? Even if the Squad Leader accepts you, who would accept you? Youâre all a hindrance to his future. So donât come. Iâll go alone. Trust me. Iâll get rid of those guys and leave.â
Rem blocked Encridâs way, puffing out his chest and shouting.
âNo, youâre the biggest problem.â
Encrid looked at Remâs broad back and let out a hollow laugh.
The heavy infantry company commander would never accept Rem, even if he might accept others.
Considering Rem beat up his superior officer.
There were many who went beyond disliking Rem and outright hated him in the unit due to that assault.
Ragna and Jaxon probably wouldnât be accepted either, but if he had to rank them, Rem was the biggest obstacle.
âYou definitely have a problem in your head. Iâve seen many like you, and none of them lived past thirty.â
Ragna spoke while lying on his side, scratching his head as if he hadnât washed it in days.
âSo, is it time for me to die now?â
Jaxon responded to that remark. Why these two always seemed to achieve such perfect harmony in moments like this was a mystery.
Was Rem really thirty? Encrid subtly stepped aside to get a look at Rem. He saw the crooked smile of the immigrant from the West.
Rem looked furious.
âSquad Leader, is it okay if we kill those two and go on our own?â
Where are you going, and who are you killing in the first place?
âNo.â
It was best to intervene before it escalated into a big fight.
âIâm not going anywhere.â
As he said that to defuse the situation, Big Eyes nodded and said, âReally?â
But the others didnât calm down easily.
When words didnât seem enough, Encrid was about to physically step between his squad members when there was a knock at the door.
The religious squad member was the only one not present, but he wouldnât knock on his own quartersâ door.
So it had to be a guest.
When Encrid signaled with his eyes, Big Eyes opened the door.
âWho is it?â
At the sound of Kraisâs voice, Encrid turned around.
Beyond the flimsy wooden door stood a member of the Border Guard.
It was Torres, wearing an eagle insignia.
âNice to see you again.â
He raised his hand in greeting, and Encrid responded with a salute, pressing his left hand to his waist.
âCan we talk for a moment?â
âWith me?â
âWho else?â
Encrid pointed to himself and blinked a few times. Then he nodded.
As Encrid turned to tell everyone, including Rem, to calm down, he was startled.
Rem, Ragna, and Jaxon had silently stood up and were now behind him.
They moved so quietly and swiftly that Encrid hadnât even noticed.
âThatâs the guy with the bad habit.â
Rem said.
Ragna and Jaxon just stared silently. Torres raised both hands.
âIâm not here to fight.â
Gazes were exchanged between the three and Torres. The air inside the quarters felt thick and tense.
Torres broke the silence.
âI heard this is a Troublesome Squad, and they really do jump in without thinking.â
Torres showed a displeased expression. It seemed like a fight could break out if anyone provoked him even a little.
At that moment, Encrid stepped in between them.
Blocking his three squad membersâ line of sight with his back, Encrid spoke.
âLetâs go outside.â
If a fight broke out, it would be difficult to clean up the mess.
As they exited, Rem snorted behind them.
Once outside and walking, Torres frowned and spoke.
âWhatâs wrong with them? Are they all frustrated? Tell them to go to the red-light district if theyâre boiling over, and not to think about spilling blood.â
Torres had seen something Encrid hadnât. The moment the door opened, Rem, the officer assaulter, moved first. With a single step, he stood behind Encrid, exuding a murderous aura.
Next was the one who had been lying on the bed. He silently got up and stood behind Encrid as well.
In that moment, it seemed as if an impenetrable shield had formed in front of Encrid.
The last one, whom Torres had lost sight of, was the man with auburn hair. He was suddenly standing there, staring at him.
The killing intent pierced, tore, and slashed through Torresâs entire being. It was natural for Torres to become tense.
It hurt his pride, but he knew that one wrong move could have meant his death.
âFrom just three regular soldiers?â
The reputation of the Troublesome Squadâs skills was well known. But he didnât expect it to be to this extent.
Would the situation have turned ridiculous if Encrid hadnât intervened?
When Torres had faced Encrid before, he had only shown half of his skills. It was enough.
Could he have managed that against any one of those three?
The elite units were considered the best in the army, second only to the knightly orders in terms of training and talent.
Especially the Border Guard, which had proven its might, time and again.
It was a blow to his pride.
But work was work, and he had to say what needed to be said.
Torres took a few deep breaths to steady himself.
âIâll get straight to the point.â
He had received a mission, and he was carrying it out.
âCome to the Border Guard.â
The Royal Guard, the Border Guard, was an offer beyond that of the Turtle Heavy Infantry.
It was a royal unit, after all.
A unit that received direct orders from the kingdom, not the Cyprus Division.
It was undeniably an attractive offer.
âWhat do you think?â
Torresâs attitude was full of confidence. There was a hint of pride in being a member of the Border Guard.
Encrid quietly looked at Torres before opening his mouth.
âWhat does the Border Guard aim for?â
What can one achieve by becoming a guard?
As a soldier, what direction are you heading?
Encrid asked.
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