Infiltration and Deception.
Translated by SoundOfDestiny
Edited by Zil
A group of villagers entered the town of Urfin, but instead of going to the square to which the soldiers had led them, they went into a house on the outskirts of the town.
It was once the home of a wealthy merchant who used to keep his mistresses in the town, and it stood quietly in a deserted back street.
It is now an uninhabited ruin, with no one living or visiting, but the villagers enter the house and park their carriages as a matter of course.
Then they slowly opened the rusty door and brought in the cargo on the wagon.
“Hmm … I don’t think it would go smoothly”
One of the villagers wipes his face with a cloth to remove the dirt from his face.
From beneath the dirt stained face of the villager emerged the face of the King’s brother, chosen by the Holy Sword. It was Raidorl Zain.
“It’s my first time infiltrating. I’m thrilled”
“It’s also my first time. Doing this…”
“His Highness, Captain Darren, I’ll be drawing water into the tub soon, so please be patient!”
Darren, who, like Raidorl, had been disguised as a villager, sighed with exhaustion.
His second-in-command, Saara, took a wooden bucket from her pack and raced to the well outside.
The walls and floors of the ruined house are completely deserted, and with every step they take,they can hear an ominous creaking sound.
Raidorl carefully stepped onto the stairs of the house, making sure that the floor did not fall out.
As he opens his slightly tighter clothing, he turns his attention to the man who initiated the infiltration.
“Sven, you were right, it was very easy to get in. I have to admit, I’m a bit worried about the security situation in the border town”
“That’s why the morale of the soldiers guarding it, is low, your highness”
Sven Arbeil responds to Raidorl’s words with a smile.
“If one betrays without a cause, one will be distrusted not only by its enemies, but also by it’s subordinates and subjects who are supposed to be it;s friends. It’s not uncommon in history for a traitor who betrays his lord to lose his life because his men have abandoned him.”
“I see. …… I’ll be careful too.”
Raidorl nodded sagely, keeping in mind that he was about to conquer his brother.
He made a mental note not to go down the same path
It was Raidorl, Sven, Darren and about twenty of his men who entered the town of Urfin.
The house was in ruins, but Sven, who had escaped to the town, had ordered the surviving members of the Earls of Arbeil to use it as a hideout.
Raidorl wasn’t expecting this, but the boy is so prepared that even he is impressed.
“Now,……what are we going to do now? Shall we cut our way into Viscount Ulfert’s house?”
Raidorl tore open the burlap sack he had carried in his carriage and pulled out his beloved sword, which he had hidden in a sack of wheat.
He hid it in a sack of wheat to fool the gatekeepers, but the wheat-covered, jet-black holy sword didn’t like it’s rough treatment of it, and spewed out its black miasma in protest.
In the lobby of the villa, the kingdom’s soldiers, disguised as villagers, are tearing open burlap sacks one after another and assembling dismantled swords and armour to arm themselves.
Although they are few in number, all here are the elite.
He will not be outdone by the demoralised soldiers of the Viscounts.
Darren also nodded at Raidorl’s words.
At the same time, Saara came back and offered them a wooden bucket of water. Raidorl and Darren wiped themselves with water and changed into their armour.
The preparations for battle are well underway.
However, the boy who proposed the plan shakes his head and interrupts.
“…… I’d like to avoid unnecessary death if possible.”
“Don’t tell me, you’re getting cold feet? There may be a gap in strength, but with me and the Dáinsleif, we can make up for it.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. …… If there is a battle, the agents of the fire that King Granard has set could be set in motion.”
Darren had told Sven that Granard is trying to give Raidol a bad name by setting fires in the chaos of battle.
The boy was not surprised to hear of the king’s plan, but rather nodded his head in agreement.
Darren’s brow wrinkles into a difficult expression at Sven’s concern.
“……The presence of the fireband is certainly a concern, but isn’t some fighting inevitable? If I can defeat Viscount Ulfert quickly and without moving the army, there will not be much confusion, and even if the fire is set, the people of the town can quickly evacuate right?”
“Maybe so. But it may not be. We don’t know the extent to which the operatives are prepared, so we want to be as cautious as possible.”
“Heh……,you look like you have an idea. All right, you’re in charge this time. Let’s see what our master of war has in store for us.”
Raidorl laughs in amusement and strokes Sven’s head roughly with his hand.
Sven’s hair was ruffled and his arms and legs were flailing. He flailed his arms and legs and struggled to escape from Raidorl’s hands.
Infiltration and Deception.
Translated by SoundOfDestiny
Edited by Zil
A group of villagers entered the town of Urfin, but instead of going to the square to which the soldiers had led them, they went into a house on the outskirts of the town.
It was once the home of a wealthy merchant who used to keep his mistresses in the town, and it stood quietly in a deserted back street.
It is now an uninhabited ruin, with no one living or visiting, but the villagers enter the house and park their carriages as a matter of course.
Then they slowly opened the rusty door and brought in the cargo on the wagon.
“Hmm … I don’t think it would go smoothly”
One of the villagers wipes his face with a cloth to remove the dirt from his face.
From beneath the dirt stained face of the villager emerged the face of the King’s brother, chosen by the Holy Sword. It was Raidorl Zain.
“It’s my first time infiltrating. I’m thrilled”
“It’s also my first time. Doing this…”
“His Highness, Captain Darren, I’ll be drawing water into the tub soon, so please be patient!”
Darren, who, like Raidorl, had been disguised as a villager, sighed with exhaustion.
His second-in-command, Saara, took a wooden bucket from her pack and raced to the well outside.
The walls and floors of the ruined house are completely deserted, and with every step they take,they can hear an ominous creaking sound.
Raidorl carefully stepped onto the stairs of the house, making sure that the floor did not fall out.
As he opens his slightly tighter clothing, he turns his attention to the man who initiated the infiltration.
“Sven, you were right, it was very easy to get in. I have to admit, I’m a bit worried about the security situation in the border town”
“That’s why the morale of the soldiers guarding it, is low, your highness”
Sven Arbeil responds to Raidorl’s words with a smile.
“If one betrays without a cause, one will be distrusted not only by its enemies, but also by it’s subordinates and subjects who are supposed to be it;s friends. It’s not uncommon in history for a traitor who betrays his lord to lose his life because his men have abandoned him.”
“I see. …… I’ll be careful too.”
Raidorl nodded sagely, keeping in mind that he was about to conquer his brother.
He made a mental note not to go down the same path
It was Raidorl, Sven, Darren and about twenty of his men who entered the town of Urfin.
The house was in ruins, but Sven, who had escaped to the town, had ordered the surviving members of the Earls of Arbeil to use it as a hideout.
Raidorl wasn’t expecting this, but the boy is so prepared that even he is impressed.
“Now,……what are we going to do now? Shall we cut our way into Viscount Ulfert’s house?”
Raidorl tore open the burlap sack he had carried in his carriage and pulled out his beloved sword, which he had hidden in a sack of wheat.
He hid it in a sack of wheat to fool the gatekeepers, but the wheat-covered, jet-black holy sword didn’t like it’s rough treatment of it, and spewed out its black miasma in protest.
In the lobby of the villa, the kingdom’s soldiers, disguised as villagers, are tearing open burlap sacks one after another and assembling dismantled swords and armour to arm themselves.
Although they are few in number, all here are the elite.
He will not be outdone by the demoralised soldiers of the Viscounts.
Darren also nodded at Raidorl’s words.
At the same time, Saara came back and offered them a wooden bucket of water. Raidorl and Darren wiped themselves with water and changed into their armour.
The preparations for battle are well underway.
However, the boy who proposed the plan shakes his head and interrupts.
“…… I’d like to avoid unnecessary death if possible.”
“Don’t tell me, you’re getting cold feet? There may be a gap in strength, but with me and the Dáinsleif, we can make up for it.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. …… If there is a battle, the agents of the fire that King Granard has set could be set in motion.”
Darren had told Sven that Granard is trying to give Raidol a bad name by setting fires in the chaos of battle.
The boy was not surprised to hear of the king’s plan, but rather nodded his head in agreement.
Darren’s brow wrinkles into a difficult expression at Sven’s concern.
“……The presence of the fireband is certainly a concern, but isn’t some fighting inevitable? If I can defeat Viscount Ulfert quickly and without moving the army, there will not be much confusion, and even if the fire is set, the people of the town can quickly evacuate right?”
“Maybe so. But it may not be. We don’t know the extent to which the operatives are prepared, so we want to be as cautious as possible.”
“Heh……,you look like you have an idea. All right, you’re in charge this time. Let’s see what our master of war has in store for us.”
Raidorl laughs in amusement and strokes Sven’s head roughly with his hand.
Sven’s hair was ruffled and his arms and legs were flailing. He flailed his arms and legs and struggled to escape from Raidorl’s hands.
