Hannoic War
Illness (Part 25)

"When war comes.The laws of humanity fall silent.."

the Marcus Tullius Cicero

Illnesses

The sound of human and horse footsteps could be heard.

Charla walks among the peasants and commoners.

The rickshawed mud could be felt at Charla's feet.

Behind him was Hanno who was silent, and stared sharply ahead.

In front of them there is a wooden fortress…

A troop camp surrounded by artificial wooden walls with a moat surrounding it.

Seen some soldiers around the wall guarding and watching.

There are also ordinary people who work digging trenches and soldiers who watch them work.

Some of the soldiers looked sick and pale..

Some puddles of vomit are seen in some parts…

*Disease.* , thought Charla.

And there's another…

"AHHH! PLEASE SIR! LT HURTS! PITY ME!"

A man tied his hands and feet on a board stood in the shape of a long box.

No. Not tied his hands and feet but nailed..

He cried for mercy and shouted.

*TAAKKKK!*

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!"

A soldier punched the man's genitals with a wooden board.

"Yeah! Aahhahahaha!" said the soldier who hit him giggling with a board in both hands.

"Andarr! Let's turn the chest!" said one of the soldiers while sitting near a table.

Seen another soldier turned the dice on the table.

"Three! I can hit his head! Hahahahha!" said the soldier who sat up then stood up from his chair.

Charla could only be speechless to see it. This did not make her feel nauseous, she had already seen worse things.

"For the sake of the Sea God why was the man hit? Please give her some pity" Charla said in a priestly voice she could.

"Hehhehe he was a stupid Geralda general who attacked our camp in the middle of the night with 3,000 small troops" said the soldier riding on horseback in front of Charla with a laugh.

"Bas stupid hehehe, he thought with a small army and surprise, he could instantly defeat 28,000 troops under the leadership of General Toran Garius the Red Ghost Bird" ,said one of the soldiers riding while taking a bag of water on his hip.

"30,000 troops around the black river were ambushed by the rebel king because most of the troops were inexperienced militias. Their experienced general is also seriously injured" said one soldier on another horse.

"While Toran Garius was experienced in hundreds of battlefields and still healthy, the cheap tactics of ambushing in the middle of the night would not be able to hit an experienced general" ,said one of the soldiers on the horse while smiling with a spear on his shoulder, "by the way Jamrr! Share the wine!"

"Dude, this is the last thing I got from the village, you asked Hott! He's got a lot!" said one of the soldiers who then drank wine from a leather bag.

They could see their scars on the hands and faces of soldiers riding horses.

…A soldier named Jamr who drank wine could be seen to have a slanted sword cut on his cheek.

It could be seen some of them had loot rings.

*They may be assholes.but they are an experienced team of combatants.they certainly do not get easily hit by cheap tactics ambush in the middle of the night as well..* ,charla thought as she looked towards the man who was tortured and who was nailed to the board.

"This is because you're disturbing me the devil's midnight sleep!" said one of the soldiers as he swung the plank towards the tortured man's head.

*PTAAAKKKK!*

"Engh!" said the tortured man as he felt a plank on his head.

"Oi'm such a fool you hit him! You will die a fool! Can't turn the other one to hit him!" said one of the soldiers who saw the soldier who hit it.

Charla could only have a cold face while looking at the man who was once the general who was crying out in pain.

That guy can look pretty young…

*He's a young man.It's only fitting that he has such thoughts.Young people usually have such foolishness.* , thought Charla.

Charla then looked back at Hanno.

Charla thinks how old Hanno really is.His own brother said he was 17..

Hanno himself is different from his age even though at that age they usually have their own bold ideas but Hanno..

19? Or maybe 20? 25? Or maybe older than me…

Charla herself was 29 years old, not realizing she was so old, it just seemed like the Tyronia War was going on and over.

Charla remembered it was only a few days ago that she defied her aunt's order to stay and decided to go by horse to meet Vespasian who was still a student of a noble in the City of Bravirias.

Then he went against hundreds of other noble orders and decided to go to war.

'This is the war of Men not Women, the war of Women is on the mattress of marriage and the mattress of childbirth'

Charla remembers an old man saying that to her and she has forgotten who he is..

He's buried in Tyronia's land, dead at war...

"Sister, please step forward" Hanno said.

"What?" asked Charla while looking at Hanno.

"Just go ahead

"Oi why did this sea god priest stop!? Just interrupt! Hurry up and walk!" said one of the soldiers on the horse.

"Did? He's a sea priest, huh? Where are his clothes?" said one of the soldiers from afar looking at them.

"Say she disguised herself as a man for fear of being raped on the street, then don't wear your clothes now? There's nothing to be afraid of, no one wants to rape you here" said one of the soldiers on the horse who turned to Charla.

*Sial*, thought Charla thinking about how she got priest clothes.

Then Charla sees Hanno, hoping for something from her….

"I'm sorry, my lord, the priest's clothes we left behind when chased by some bandits" Hanno said quickly.

"Pursued bandits yes.why not say from earlier a liar.." said one of the soldiers on horseback.

"I've guessed that they lied from here anyway." said one of the soldiers on the horse while holding his sword handle.

"Cut off their tongues and naked the woman, we give an example so that no farmer will lie to us" said one of the soldiers to remove his sword from the sheath.

"Oi'm a woman!" said one of the soldiers while holding Charla's hand.

It felt like the man's cold rough hand was in Charla's right hand.

"!" ,Charla fought hard to let go of her hand..

Charla powerfully took it off until the soldier was forced to use both hands.

"Oi! She is a strong woman too!" said the soldier holding Charla.

*Shringgg!*

There was a sound of some soldiers releasing their swords, then approaching Charla.

Some choose to carry their spears.

"Please sir! Let go of my brother!" said Hanno who then stepped in to block some of the soldiers who approached Charla.

*BBBRASS!*

The sound of Charla hitting the cheek of the soldier who was holding her to the ground was heard.

The soldier fainted with Charla's punch.

Some of the soldiers were surprised to see Charla.

Then can be seen behind Charla's long hair can be seen red eyes mixed with her purple…

But this time it could be seen that his red eyes exceeded his purple color…

Charla looks angry and puts up her horses.

"Wait a minute.that eye.how to fight it.." said one of the soldiers with a sword in his right hand.

Seen the soldier put the symbol Melati with a Green background has the Talass Family from Legata in front of him.

"Who are you opening?" said the soldier with the jasmine emblem on his chest.

"I? I'm Charla of the Ohara Family the sister of Vespasian Ohara and the son of Blourr Ohara and Hera Berrau, whom you call the Devil of Ohara and Legata" ,charla said with her hand that had the marks of hitting the soldier earlier.

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"The Myhall Fort has been seen in front of us captain" said one of the sailors on the ship that sailed in this river.

White Fork River which is quite beautiful even in the middle of the night, stretches the scenery on the people above in these ships.

"Keep lurking ahead, this is one of the last 5 ships belonging to His Highness Trivistane. We lose a battle or are ambushed and this ship is damaged or taken, then it will be the end for this war with us losing it" said the captain of 5 ships standing on board.

Some of his soldiers were also on guard around him.

The wind was shaking this night with a torch that was quite minimal, because the captain did not want to be caught by the troops.

"Basar Khajir, he was too brave to take the castle. Though His Majesty only wants Khajir to plunder some villages and negotiate with some families to change sides" said the captain of the ship while removing his gloves to refresh his fingers.

Can be seen Myhall Castle which stands upright with its tower from far away.it looks small.but everything will be the same..

Myhall Castle has an important role in maintaining one of the strategic positions of the White Fork River, it could be a springboard to take the capital of Damaltia..

But we don't have many more troops to take the capital.we have to win one of the Damaltians..

But instead His Majesty ordered Khajir to return to Harlaw Port..

"Now His Majesty must send him supplies to assist him in the siege.

The captain could only sigh in exhaustion..

"You want my master's wine?" said one of the servants, approaching them with a pot of wine.

"Hm? Yes you will" said the captain.

The waiter smiled at the captain.

One of the soldiers then looked at the servant....

The soldier then saw something from the servant..

Then the soldier put on a surprised face.

The soldier ran towards his captain

"Captain has a knife in the servant's clothes

*cnnrek*

The soldier was then stabbed from behind with a spear by one of the soldiers.

"What is this!?" said the Captain in astonishment, holding his glass of wine.

One by one the soldiers stabbed each other…

The captain said he didn't know which was the enemy or not..

The barrels rolled everywhere, mixed with blood and iron..

*AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!*

The sound of boards stepping up and the cries of the troops were heard everywhere…

The waiter then stabbed the captain…

"Ehh.." ' said the captain who then became limp..

"SIR ELRIC'S HERO! NOW!"

One of the soldiers with a crown-mined armour on his chest with a bloody knife in his hand shouted up..

A cloaked man was seen on top of the watchtower of the ship…

Then he opened his head covering revealing his red hair mixed with white…

The robed man whispered something…

Then he put his left hand forward…

A magic circle was formed in his right hand..

*Wwwwwuooooooorrrrrhhhhhhh!*

A wave of fire came out of his hand...

For a moment, the captain was like seeing a Phoenix flying..

What the captain saw was dark..

And the voice of the soldier who cried out to suffer was burned....

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*Tuk*Tuk*Tuk*

Vesius walked into the castle of Fyrr, with the sound of his footsteps echoing down the hall.

Can be seen back the walls of this castle are gray.

The fyrr castle hallway is gigantic and so tall that the servants walking in this room look very small from afar.

"Kmi, where was Commander Jarnan treated?" , asked Vesius to one of his servants.

"In the Room of my master's Gray Sword" said the servant, bowing lowly.

"Grey Sword Room? Not treated in the Owl room? Heh, as usual he always humbled himself" Vesius said as he walked past the servant.

*Or maybe afraid that if my father came home, he would be scolded if treated in a luxurious place only for the Garius Family Member*, Vesius thought.

But it's been a dozen years since his father and Vesius returned to this castle, their home.

Here cold, deserted, boring with stone walls without much beauty, big but that does not mean much to explore.

This is Fyrr Castle...The only military-focused castle and barracks, only Garius could love this castle.

Walking Vesius with wind that can be felt on the skin of Vesius.

Then he saw the teenage girl smiling at him..

'You remember here?'

He saw this hallway again…

Vesius...

'That gallus must protect each other!'

It could be seen for a while for Vesius the woman clenched her right hand up cheerfully.

But they were all dead.some in the land of Tyronia..

'Stom!'

'Like a Pig Yes!?'

'Hahahhahaha'

'Lazyman'

'Garius was the guardian of Victa hundreds of years with the sword, not by reading a book'

'If a man can't fight then he's not a man entirely, I don't want to see a Garius man turned out to be half a man'

'Coward, you're a coward'

*Why did I ever think of coming here...?* ,thought Vesius.

Wh why?

But here we are now…

Only Vesius stands in this room…

Others.are on the ground with maggots..

'I will defend you Vesius! Want to read another book!?'

"Here" said Vesius, opening a door.

When opened a foul smell immediately came to Vesius' nose.

Step into Vesius into this room.

Can be seen Jarnan lying on a mattress with a blanket covering his body except for his legs.

The feet can look yellow to the skin and flesh.

Seen an old grandfather with a wooden bucket filled with water in his hand.

"Master Vesius? Pardon me for my insolence" said the old man with the bucket in his hand.

"It's okay, Vale and the others are waiting outside, Boggar came in with me here" Vesius said, raising his hand.

Then Boggar advanced past his other knights and then locked the door of this room.

"The disease is worse, apparently, Harrian" said Vesius while looking at Jarnan's feet.

"Yes my master, I need to give him water mixed with herbs to inhibit him every day, he was unconscious this time because I gave him the 'Beautiful Dream Powder' " ,harrian said while squeezing the cloth that was in the bucket.

"I told you old man, we should give him 'Iron Pity' ", said Boggar while taking out his iron grip.

"Be quiet Boggar, Mr. Jarnan still has a chance to live and be healthy, he still does not want to die" said Harrian with a sharp look.

"Why did he choose this child as his successor?" asked Vesius as he slowly sat down on a chair.

"Mr Jarnan said he saw himself in this child" said Harrian who then sat in the chair also following Vesius.

"What do you mean old man? Don't equate me with this grandfather lying dying!" said Boggar harshly as he nearly pulled out his sword.

"Boggar" said Vesius in a strong tone to make this room the loneliest room in the world.

Vesius's sharp gaze made Boggar speechless and immediately undo his intention to draw out his sword.

"Hm, I remember when Mr. Jarnan came to Boggar, his father brought him here to study the service of the Garius Family. He is just like you, arrogant and haughty, considers cruelty and fear too important, and has the courage of the young type.." said Harrian while wiping his old hands with a cloth.

"Learn from him son, he is decades older than you, and hundreds of years more experienced than you" said Vesius, taking a bag of water skin on his hip, "hey, young people always consider themselves more experienced than parents"

Boggar could only fall silent while swallowing his saliva.

"But age changes it son, age always changes a man, parents experience bad things hundreds of times more than you young people feel" Harrian said with his old gaze.

"By the way why the Tower 'Back' is not filled with guard soldiers in it?" ' said Vesius while opening the map he took from his bag.

"We don't have many more troops, my lord" said Harrian.

"How many more troops do we have? 8,000? 10,000? 7,000?" said Vesius, taking a candle to look at the map he had opened.

"1,800" said Boggar quickly, "the other 500 soldiers were fortified"

Boggar's words made Vesius pause for a moment.

Vesius then stared at the map for a long time…

"Some of the commoners we captured can we recruit as troops?" said Vesius.

"About only 1,000 even then only grandfathers and some children who are too young, there are men, but do not form half of the 1,000" said Boggar, "most of the commoners we take are women"

"Most men seem to have been recruited to fight on all fronts.it is indeed a dark time for the Republic.." said Harrian in his old voice that has a sad tone as well as a wise tone in it.

"Let's stop executing them if there's anything, we just hit it as punishment. We train them, though it may not be useful, for we have no time, the enemy is approaching" said Vesius, who then drank water from his skin bag.

"How's the trench digging going? I had a hard time not going out looking" ' asked Harrian.

"Silent you're the grandfather

"We just started, Boggar apparently instead of ordering the farmers to work to prepare for the siege but instead tortured them" said Mr. Vesius

Harrian only fell silent then shook his head.

Boggar only had an annoyed face looking at the two of them.

Vesius only fell silent looking at Boggar with a sharp look.

"That's for looking for a spy! I saved this castle from being filled with traitors!" said Boggar with a loud shout.

"Sometimes it is unwise for a man to look for a hidden knife in the dark, there you can be stabbed when the first step in the dark because you can't see anything" Vesius said with a sharp look, "it is best to wait for the knife to come out of the darkness and catch it"

Vesius then took another bag of water-filled skin on his waist..

"The more you learn that while I'm here, you rarely have a good teacher like me in this age" Vesius said, opening the water-filled leather bag.

"You!!" said Boggar in a larger voice until Vesius felt it could wake the commander of Jarnan.

The room then fell into silence..

Vesius only looked at Boggar sharply coldly and sharply to make Boggar again speechless.

Boggar could only have a bitter face, frightened to see Lord Vesius.

Boggar had no more words.or he was too frightened to say any more…

Harrian could only see from afar, as if Boggar was raising a giant Owl that was taking a nap.

"Vale" , call Vesius while putting the mouth of the water bottle in front of his mouth preparing to drink it.

*tuk*

The door opened and Vale was seen standing looking at the three of them.

"What's the matter, sir?" said Vale.

"The substitute commander wants to train the new militia we recruit, he seems to not know where to go, lead him" said Vesius who then drank the water.

"A-I.I don't want to train-" said Boggar who then fell silent to see Vesius who put on widened eyes and pupils that narrowed furiously.

Vesius said no words, and his widened eyes frightened Boggar..

Boggar finally came out of this room with Vale holding his arm.

When this door was closed Vesius then stopped putting on his angry face.

"Heh, the basic member of the Betarrus family, was indeed a noble of Aquantania until his death. Always quick to anger and temperamental, the matter that the blood of the Dwarven Nobles is flowing in their blood may indeed be true" Vesius said with a smile.

"He was sent here to learn to lead my master, but we couldn't teach him, he was always angry and never wanted, he had a high self-esteem to be taught by the Victa" Harrian said.

"Fear is effective Harrian, that's one you don't use often" Vesius said, "all humans are always driven by fear, the fear of losing something they love, the fear that they cannot rise again if they fall, the fear that if they die, I do not understand why people think being a leader should only be loved in fact no..."

Then Vesius saw a painting of the castle's forefathers…

Maurar Fyrr's…

Vesius now knew why no peasant or slave dared to rebel against him…

"Sometimes there is something that love cannot conquer" Vesius said.

"Hm, is that my master?" asked Harrian.

"The monster that cannot feel love" Vesius said in his coldest voice.