Sunday, June 14, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 370


Chapter 370

(Kyle Calendar Year 515: Age 22)

Northern Front A Man's Long-Cherished Desire


Translator : PolterGlast


The moment they arrived upon the battlefield, the formidable military force led by Viscount Kamin, materializing from the west side of the highway, launched a fierce and unwavering charge straight into the ranks of the Ville Kingdom army without hesitation. This massive unit was an entity that absolutely no one, friend or foe, had anticipated; even their allied Imperial Army under Viscount Durul's command was profoundly stunned by their sudden participation. Furthermore, the army he led numbered approximately 5,000 troops—a figure that vastly, exponentially exceeded the entire standing military capacity of Viscount Kamin's domain alone.

First, repel the invaders who have driven our allies into a predicament! At this point, you are perfectly welcome to leave the fleeing enemy soldiers alone!

Bellowing his commands across the field, Viscount Kamin spearheaded the charge, slamming into the cavalry unit led by General Golpa that was currently fighting Viscount Durul's army. This maneuver was a flawless, mirrored inversion of the exact tactical strike the general had executed just moments prior, beautifully trading the roles of offense and defense.

Hmph, to think 5,000 fresh troops would arrive at this exact juncture…… even I completely failed to anticipate this. Could it be that the Demon King possesses magic to make military forces well up from nowhere……?

Even as the jaws of the trap snapped shut around his division, the veteran general remained completely calm in the predicament. Without a single flicker of panic, he immediately ordered his adjutant to have the tactical horns blown in various places to make the army pull back.

I have successfully saved His Majesty, and we have firmly prevented the collapse of the entire army. Well, this is probably as far as we go for now…… From here on, each unit shall break away in small groups and reassemble, gathering allies in a rolling circular formation while executing an organized retreat!

The general's army smoothly shifted into a remarkably mysterious circular formation. At a casual glance, it looked like a rotating wheel formation, but the localized small groups breaking away from the melee would draw a circle, shaving off the enemy army while making one revolution, and furthermore, brand-new groups would seamlessly merge on its outside and circle the outer circumference. Rotating relentlessly with a vortex-like flow, the circular formation expanded dynamically with every turn, rallying allies one after another. Finally, having completely absorbed all subordinate soldiers into a giant vortex of steel, the circular formation gradually drifted toward the eastern horizon, and the absolute second they successfully broke away from the chaotic melee, they retreated in a crisp column formation as if the ring unwound all at once.

Furthermore, at the exact point General Golpa charged in, the crushing physical pressure that had gridlocked the narrow southern retreat path evaporated and settled down. With the bottleneck cleared, the remnants of the Ville Kingdom army systematically and cleanly evacuated the battlefield in an orderly manner from both the south and east.

Tch, brilliant…… we let them pull back skillfully before we could lock them down. From here on, our first priority is to save the lives of as many allies left on this battlefield as possible!

Viscount Kamin intentionally did not pursue, instantly dedicating his forces to rescuing the allies left on the battlefield. He could see with absolute clarity that Viscount Durul's army, having fought bravely to the end with an indomitable resolve, had suffered profoundly devastating damage. Naturally, the invading Ville Kingdom army had also lost nearly 2,000 soldiers across this overlapping sequence of battles—but it was universally acknowledged that without the participation of General Golpa to steer the withdrawal, that casualty figure would have probably doubled.

After the Ville Kingdom army left, the heavily battered remnants of Viscount Durul's army were successfully rescued by Viscount Kamin's forces, merging fully into their secure lines.

Even so, without Your Excellency's participation at that exact second, our army would have been absolutely annihilated. On behalf of my lord, I express my deepest gratitude anew.

No, as fellow Imperial nobles, it is a matter of course to strike down foreign invaders who dare trample our soil. There is zero need for thanks.

There were several critical factors why Viscount Kamin—a man who originally belonged to the political faction supporting the First Prince—had marched onto a deadly battlefield leading a massive army of up to 5,000 troops.

A little before this engagement, driven strictly by his unyielding "pride as an Imperial noble," Viscount Kamin had effectively defected from the First Prince's camp, successfully rallying the entire army of his own domain under his direct command. Yet, at that specific juncture, it was still a meager military force of less than 2,000 troops.

Next, leveraging that unified military force as backing, he immediately began to personally persuade the neighboring nobles of the same camp who possessed domains near the main highways. Throughout these intense negotiations, he implicitly criticized the First Prince, who ordered troop dispatches to the south without taking any countermeasures against the foreign nations invading the northern frontier region.

The successor to the imperial throne who governs the Empire must be a person with the unyielding will to protect the territory of the Empire and the territory residents who live there; that is an absolute, indispensable requirement. To prioritize 'politics' when receiving an active invasion from another country is an absolute, unpardonable absurdity.

His sharp words resonated with immense, profound weight within the chests of each noble, all of whom harbored deep-seated distrust after receiving a string of high-handed orders from the messengers dispatched by the First Prince. Much less, despite these very houses pouring out monumental wealth that would tilt their families to the brink of ruin specifically to secure the First Prince's return as a prisoner of war, the peace of their own territories had been decisively and callously dismissed as a "trivial matter" by the person himself. Confronted by such unvarnished betrayal, there was absolutely no one whose noble pride would not burn with unbridled fury at this.

We stood up today not for political gain, but to repay our monumental debt of gratitude to the territory of our compatriots suffering from invasion, and to our supreme ally who catalyzed our post-war economic development—the Westlights Demon Territory Dukedom. Facing a catastrophic disaster that might inevitably hammer our own gates someday, much less now that the very honor and dignity of the Empire are actively being violated, how can any true man remain unconcerned and treat this as someone else's war?

That specific declaration was the absolute, decisive blow that shattered their hesitation. Excluding those who possessed sprawling domains in the former Roland Kingdom—such as Sieghart, the former Frontier Count Goth, Marquis Bradley, and Count Mainz—all the nobles who occupied domains in the northern frontier of the Empire were minor Viscount and Baron houses with zero institutional influence in the center. Within the grand matrix of 'Imperial politics', they were, so to speak, disposable pawns with a high possibility of being systematically discarded the moment a crisis arose, and that is precisely why they originally sought a mantle of protection and became a pro-faction of the First Prince.

Yet, over the past few years, what they had been given from the capital was not patronage, but only a relentless cascade of burdens. And all the while, they had seen it with their own eyes: the staggering development and meteoric prosperity of each house of the Third Prince's faction that had formed friendly commercial relations with the Westlights Demon Territory Dukedom. They had also witnessed the rapid, miraculous economic development of Viscount Kamin's own domain, which had been suffering from poverty despite being in the same First Prince's faction. As a direct result of this reality, Viscount Kamin ultimately succeeded in consolidating the total military strength of each neighboring house, bringing a formidable, unified army of 5,000 troops under his absolute banner.

Even so, Your Excellency Kamin, your arrival rushing to our predicament at the absolute apex of the crisis was nothing short of a miracle.

No, we also happen to have merchant caravans participating in the Demon Territory Dukedom's bidding, you see…… It's just that the exact instant I saw the crimson lanterns soaring in the sky, I simply spurred my men and rushed over.

The Viscount intentionally obfuscated his words, unable to boldly confess that he, personally, had disguised himself and led those merchant caravans many times over the years. But precisely because he had immersed himself in that process, he possessed a flawless understanding of one of the emergency rescue measures Takuhir had directed for the traveling merchants.

Putting that aside…… where is Lord Durul? I cannot seem to find his presence upon the battlefield……

Yes…… His Excellency continuously fought with terrifying heroism on the absolute front lines…… he is already……

The general of Viscount Durul's army who answered so lowered his head, his face twisting into an expression of profound, agonizing sorrow. His lord, who had fought bravely without even minding having a heavy arrow pierced dead-center into his chest, had finally breached his physical limits and run out of strength in the fierce, non-stop battle.

I see…… what a profoundly tragic, pitiful thing…… Viscount Kamin clouded his expression, closing his eyes in a solemn, silent prayer.

At that exact, critical juncture, Viscount Durul in question was lying flat upon the blood-stained earth with a thoroughly satisfied, serene expression, quietly preparing to meet his ultimate end. In addition to the heavy arrow that had violently pierced through to his lung, he had received multiple secondary arrow wounds and suffered deep lacerations from swords all over his body, taking catastrophic, fatal wounds that anyone could see would leave zero human possibility for survival.

Hmm…… to burn out the very final drops of my life protecting the lady I love above all else…… truly, this is exactly what is called the absolute pinnacle of a man's long-cherished desire. That a hopeless, hollow man like my former self could live such a magnificent way of life is all thanks to Rosa-sama's grace…… Unlike that pathetic disaster during the Teigoon capture battle…… it seems this time, I will be able to meet a thoroughly satisfied, beautiful end…… Amidst the rapidly fading twilight of his clouded consciousness, Durul let his peaceful thoughts drift.

Wait…… right now, am I…… being held by someone……?

Unlike until a moment ago when he was lying on the rigid, hard earth, he became vividly aware for the first time that his upper body was completely enveloped in a remarkably soft, profoundly gentle warmth. And as he slowly cracked open his heavy eyelids, the sight that reflected within his fading gaze left him utterly paralyzed with astonishment.

Y-You…… safely…… es-escaped……?

There was the figure of Rosa, cradling his blood-drenched body tightly with her tear-swollen expression!

Viscount Durul, thanks to you, the children are all safe without lacking a single person! And the lives of many guards were also saved. You are always…… pushing yourself so far……

During her escape, after raising the lanterns to broadcast the crisis of her defenders and successfully delivering the children to the absolute safe zone of Kusanagi, Rosa had immediately turned right back around, sprinting straight back to systematically save the wounded with her Holy Magic. And upon receiving the news that their allied reinforcements had secured an absolute victory, she had driven her mount at top speed, hurrying ahead to return to the blood-soaked battlefield. She had returned to fully fulfill the sacred mission originally given to her: to preserve and save even one more life.

Heh…… you truly are always like that. A beautiful Goddess overflowing with a gentle smile and infinite mercy, trying desperately hard and pushing yourself to the absolute brink just to save many lives. It was precisely because you possess such a radiant soul that I wished to dedicate my entire existence to protecting you, staking my very life to the absolute end……

Thinking so, Durul steeled his soul to spell out the words while repeatedly taking short, agonizingly shallow breaths, trying to deliver the definitive 'final parting words' that were previously obstructed by her natural cluelessness during their parting at Teigoon. The sacred romantic words he had kept secretly buried deep within his chest and could not say all along.

To…… protect…… the you…… I love above all else…… I have lived my entire life…… From the bottom of my heart…… I love you…… I have…… accomplished my long-cherished desire…… and am profoundly satisfied……

Please let me hear those beautiful words once more! You absolutely must promise me!

Seeing Rosa offering him a radiant smile through her tears, Durul could only smile wryly in his heart. No…… listen to me, Rosa…… because they are my literal dying final parting words, there is physically no next time. You truly have been exactly like that since the very first day our paths crossed. Always completely ignoring my solemn words, a magnificent natural airhead in your responses…… Well, I suppose…… that exact innocence is precisely part of your thorough adorableness, though……

When he was thinking so, a sudden transformation rippled through his body, and he was instantaneously enveloped in a magnificent, soft shroud of radiant light. A profound sensation resembling a comfortable, tranquil peace circulated through his whole body, completely washing away the agony of his wounds. It felt like a miracle…… far surpassing the baseline Holy Magic treatment he had received from her previously.

It is alright, this time it is officially my turn to save you! You will definitely be saved—no, I will show you that I can save you!

Saying so with unyielding conviction, Rosa smiled brilliantly. Over the past two years, her Holy Magic had evolved remarkably compared to before, and its healing effect had been staggeringly strengthened into something truly godlike. There were several absolute reasons for that monumental development.

Having thoroughly immersed herself in studying medicine in the Royal Capital, she acquired profoundly high knowledge regarding the structural mechanics of the human body and organic healing. Due to her remarkably elevated status, she received the absolute institutional patronage of the Central Church and obtained unrestricted access to the tightly classified secret codices passed down from ancient times strictly within the Clan of Holy. Through her intense, unyielding daily training and surviving several brutal wars, she obtained an incomparable volume of practical opportunities to exercise Holy Magic, rapidly advancing her absolute proficiency. So to speak, she, who had perfectly combined theoretical arming, non-stop practical opportunities, and ancestral secret teachings, had now become the absolute foremost existence in the Kyle Kingdom, not only in status but also in raw Holy Magic potency.

Ah…… no, wait…… what about me? I-I am alive……?

Fufu, you are strictly commanded to rest for a while, but…… I am immensely looking forward to hearing the continuation later. I will go heal the others now, but please do not dare forget the promise from earlier!

Leaving behind those teasing parting words to the Viscount, who was left completely dumbfounded staring blankly because he had thought he absolutely could not be saved, Rosa began moving gracefully toward her next battlefield to save even one more life.

Meeting his end while being peacefully cradled within the arms of the person he loves—the supreme peak of a 'man's long-cherished desire' that the Viscount had dreamed of for his final hour—was half-heartedly fulfilled…… and awkwardly interrupted mid-sentence. Left entirely stranded in the mortal realm by her godlike healing, the Viscount felt a violent crimson flush instantly consume his entire face, ending up blushing anew with excruciating embarrassment at the intensely romantic words he himself had loudly blurted out thinking it was his absolute end.

Regarding the circumstances of this battle, Alexis, who received the tactical report via the fast-riding Messengers of Arrows, found himself reading the report over and over again inside his command tent.

A happy miscalculation combined with an unhappy, dangerous miscalculation…… The sudden participation of Viscount Kamin is an extremely happy blessing, but it means the enemy coalition also possesses a real, legitimate general who thoroughly knows war…… With a commander of that caliber leading a massive military force of as many as 10,000 troops, there is a possibility this northern campaign might not progress exactly as desired……

And the temporary tactical departure of Viscount Durul from the active front lines due to his severe physical exhaustion was also a monumental blow. Confronted by the simultaneous dropping out of an excellent frontline commander on the allied side and the sudden appearance of a highly competent, excellent commander on the enemy side, he let out a quiet sigh alone, meticulously predicting the immense, grueling difficulties that lay ahead along the Northern Front.

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