Wednesday, July 30, 2025

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 76


Chapter 76

Southern Gate Defense Battle

(Day 4 of War)

The Fallen                              


Translator : PolterGlast


"Kran, Kran, please! Open your eyes! Answer me!"

 

"Marianne, I'm begging you, Klan, Klan, heal him..."

 

My brother and I clung to Kran's lifeless body, distraught.

Kran would never open his eyes again. Kran, who worshipped my brother Darek and always followed in his footsteps, was trusted by my brother more than anyone else.

 

To protect my brother, and to ensure that no harm came to Margrave Hastburg, our commander-in-chief, Kran deliberately became a decoy at the very rear. Yes, at the very rear, where there was only a ragtag cavalry unit.

 

"What good is a 'wise general,' when I said I would do everything to protect my brother!"

 

I am a fool who cannot see ahead at all.

 

"Darek, Takuhir, let him rest in peace. You are men of the Solis baronial family.

You must feel the sorrow of losing him equally to all the other fallen soldiers.

And you must respond to their loyalty with victory."

 

At Father's words, I realized again.

Because I had pushed forward, 40 lives were lost from the Solis Iron Cavalry Corps, which had been forced to follow me.

I had to take responsibility for their lives too.

 

"Darek-sama, Takuhir-sama, this is the battlefield.

If you fight, someone will surely lose their life.

We must overcome their deaths."

 

Commander Weiss, with a somber expression, comforted us. He himself had lost five men from his mercenary corps.

They had fought valiantly to protect Margrave Hastburg while surrounded by the enemy, and in the end, they scattered, becoming shields.

 

That wasn't all.

There were also casualties among my brother's direct cavalry.

 

They had served alongside my brother as part of the Second Youth Knight Corps.

For my brother, they were comrades whom he trusted the most after Kran.

 

They were surrounded, and shielding my brother, who was in a desperate situation, they stood before the enemy soldiers. After a desperate struggle without fear of death, they eventually ran out of strength and died, becoming shields for my brother.

Their satisfied, peaceful faces in death were, for some reason, the same as Kran's.

 

For the 52 fallen soldiers (including the mercenary corps) from the Solis Barony army alone, my brother and I knelt before each of their bodies, bowed our heads, and expressed our gratitude.

 

And we vowed.

 

To win this battle.

To convey their struggles to their families and comrades.

To ensure that if they had families, the baronial family would support them responsibly.

To ensure that the surviving families would be proud of them and could continue to live.

 

That night, even after returning to my assigned room in the fortress, I still couldn't recover.

 

I realized that my own mental state, having grown up in a country without war and never having lost comrades before my eyes, was greatly affecting me now.

 

"Having defeated so many enemy soldiers, yet to be like this over the death of our allies..."

 

I muttered self-deprecatingly.

Anne, who had come to check on me out of concern, saw my swollen eyes and hugged me without saying a word.

 

I clung to Anne and cried.

When I woke up the next morning, I realized I had slept while being hugged by Anne.

 

Of course, I was fully clothed.

If I had asked, Anne would probably have done more than just sleep next to me.

 

But... my heart couldn't even afford such a thought.

 

When I met Anne's gaze the next morning, I felt a little embarrassed.

I felt a little relieved by Anne's calm demeanor, as if nothing had changed.

 

I also calmed down a bit and found some leeway to ponder future plans.

 

The fourth battle, in terms of lost troops, favored the Kyle Kingdom, but in reality, it was a costly draw for both sides.

 

Kyle Kingdom Army Losses

Allied Cavalry Corps: Approximately 1,200 riders

Archer Corps: Approximately 60 men (Gorman, Solis)

First Youth Knight Corps: Approximately 600 riders

Total Loss: Approximately 1,860 men

 

Gryphonia Imperial Army Losses

Imperial Guard Iron Cavalry: Approximately 1,800 riders

Imperial Guard Cavalry: Approximately 500 riders

Margrave's Iron Cavalry: Approximately 500 riders

Margrave's Cavalry: Approximately 1,000 riders

Total Loss: Approximately 3,800 men

 

In this battle, Viscount Gorman's contribution was particularly noteworthy.

 

I had forgotten myself and pushed too far forward to save Kran.

The Iron Cavalry Father sent as reinforcements fought well but were no match for the frenzied enemy army, being pushed back and put in a difficult situation.

 

If it hadn't been for Viscount Gorman, I might have been among the fallen soldiers.

 

In the end, I, too, owed my life to Viscount Gorman's quick thinking and his army...

 

My perspective on Viscount Gorman changed slightly.

I would have to thank him thoroughly later.

 

This time, the incompetence of our allies also stood out significantly.

 

The actions of the First Youth Knight Corps that caused the battle line to collapse.

The First and Fourth Armies, who could do nothing about the situation before them.

 

And we were also saved by the incompetence of the enemy army.

On the Gryphonia Imperial Army's side, it was understandable that the shield infantry and archers protecting the First Prince could not move.

 

However, the fact that the two Earl armies positioned on the enemy's right flank, a total of 4,000 men, did not move ultimately saved the Kyle Kingdom's side.

 

 

After the battle, upon returning to the fortress, the First Youth Knight Corps was severely reprimanded by Margrave Hastburg.

 

"What in the world did you come to the battlefield for?!

 

You broke military orders again by participating in the battle when it was not even the final phase, you put our allies in a difficult situation with your unnecessary forward movement and caused the battle line to collapse, and to top it all off, many soldiers were lost in the rescue! This is unforgivable!

The gravity of the crimes you committed out of your selfishness is immeasurable!

 

Upon your return to the royal capital, your crimes will be exposed. Until then, you are confined to prison!"

 

Margrave Hastburg wanted to condemn them immediately.

However, they were mainly composed of the children of high-ranking nobles, and condemning them on the spot would leave a huge grudge in the future.

 

Strangely, their own memories were also vague.

 

"Why did we act so recklessly at that time? I still don't understand it even now!"

 

"I don't remember well! But it seemed like a messenger came then and told us to sortie!"

 

They themselves were tearfully confessing, saying they didn't understand their own actions.

Reluctantly, they were placed in prison confinement, and their punishment was temporarily withheld.

 

Voices were raised questioning the First and Fourth Noble Allied Armies for not participating in the battle, but there was no particular punishment.

 

This was because their cavalry units had fought valiantly despite suffering many casualties.

 

For the next battle, they were simply told that they would bear the brunt of the front lines.

Within the Margrave's mind, they were already extra, disposable pieces, to be used as shields or decoys. He had resolved to construct the battle lines without them.

 

 

Glorious, the First Prince, was also dazed by the extent of the damage.

 

His prized Imperial Guard Iron Cavalry had lost more than half its strength, and the Imperial Guard Cavalry had lost a quarter.

The combat strength of his directly commanded mobile forces had been greatly reduced.

 

Furthermore, Frontier Earl (Margrave) Goth, who had been somewhat neglected in the First Prince's faction since the previous defeat, was also lost.

His mobile force of 1,500 cavalry was also annihilated.

 

Although he had been treated somewhat coldly recently, he was one of the few vassals who possessed both ability and military power, serving as one of the pillars of the First Prince's faction.

 

Therefore, he realized the magnitude of his loss only after losing him and was struck by great anxiety.

After thoroughly scolding the two incompetent Earls, he finally began to seriously consider recalling Marquis Bradley and his army, and Earl Astray and his army, who were leading detached units.

 

He could not afford to lose any more directly commanded troops.

 

In particular, the Imperial Guard, his prized unit, was an indispensable force when confronting the Third Prince later.

For the future, it was necessary to preserve them as a fighting force.

He first decided to reorganize his own forces, push the two incompetent Earls to the front lines, and use them as fodder until the detached units returned and joined the battle.

 

In the next battle, by chance, the armies led by those who had been branded as incompetent in both factions would clash as the main attacking forces. This plan had been set.

 

Even on the fifth day, the next day, both factions were too busy reorganizing their armies and dealing with the wounded, so they remained holed up in their fortresses and bases and did not launch an offensive.

 

And as the sun set, once again dyeing the land red, the true dire news finally reached them.

Along with the messenger who would lead them to death.

 

"Wh-what?! We lost 90% of our entire army?!"

 

Overcome with rage and despair, Glorious, the First Prince, lost his words in the middle of receiving the report.

 

Marquis Bradley was killed in action.

Lost over 70% of his entire army in the capture of Teigun.

Suffered a monster attack on the way back, losing 70% of his retreating soldiers.

 

The 3,000 men from the detached unit, which they had dispatched believing they could easily win, suffered a massive loss of over 90% of their original strength, with only 300 men returning.

 

Moreover, all the returning soldiers were severely wounded and could not serve as a fighting force.

 

But their greatest misfortune was that even at this point, they were still unaware of the taboos of the Demon Realm.

 

Having suffered many wounded in the previous day's battle and adding new casualties, their camp was overflowing with wounded emitting the smell of blood.

 

And the path leading from the Demon Realm was wet with the blood of fleeing soldiers, extending endlessly from deep within.

 

For them, a gruesome night, called the Night of Bloody Nightmare, was about to begin.

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