Hannoic War
Hospital Palace (Part 29)

"God has made sure to man that there is no faster way to win by at least dying once"

hannibal Barca from Livy

Hospital Palace

That's death.no sound of sad or cool songs accompany it…

Charla then closed the eyes of the corpse in front of her pale with her gloves.

Seen greenish-yellow water coming out of his mouth.

The smell of the disease liquid coming out of the patient can even still penetrate Charla's mask.

When Charla looked over this whole tent, there were hundreds of similarly pale corpses..

There were hundreds more vomiting the same greenish-yellow water.

*Hm, 'Frog Wobble' *, thought Charla.

Shake Frogs often attack army camps that are not clean of food and water.

'Disease can destroy an army hundreds of times faster than any enemy's attack'

Vespasian's voice grimaced in Charla's head.

Seen Hanno helped some patients vomit in a bucket.

Her slightly sweaty face while carrying the pail vomited, making Charla not stop looking at her..

*He was not disgusted.when this might be his first time.*, thought Charla with a slightly surprised look.

Many soldiers who first help patients can vomit or even stop helping for a few minutes.

Charla was more admiring of the person who could withstand her vomit when she was first in this tent than the man who could fight stably the first time on the battlefield.

Hanno was seen carrying several more buckets towards the hole where the disease water was thrown away.

Then Hanno back to the tent.

This afternoon Hanno continued to be stared at by several nobles and knights likely because of envy or humiliation.

Hanno had made an enemy without saying a single word.

*Because of myself.*, thought Charla.

That's when Charla walked in the camp...

'Basar bencong.hiding behind his teacher's skirt..'

The mockery can be heard.

Charla could also hear some strange gossip just like diTyronia.

'The demon lady probably wanted the farmer because he had dark magic, look at the boy like a witch and an emotionless creature'

'Look at the farmer, maybe he's been sucked in blood by the demon lady so he keeps quiet'

Charla has gotten used to this.but why? Why does he still feel pain? Is it because what he loves has to do with him?

Charla just found the name of the man who invited Hanno duel is Cleos Talass.

Cleos was able to look at Hanno with a look of hate earlier and was seen looking for another opportunity to drag him and duel with him.

Charla himself gave orders to Hanno not to duel.

Duel is poison, you won't always know a person's skill based on one look, he won't lose Hanno just yet because he lost a duel.

Hanno may be an expert in street fighting, but not in the way of knight fighting. Charla remembered the first time fighting a knight...

The swing is too fast for the person behind the armour.a little misfortune can be fatal.The attack is too strong for the hand to be clad in iron..

Some nobles as well as knights had been trained to fight since childhood by their teachers, some of them were used to armour and knew how to swing a sword by wearing armour.

But aren't all the nobles here experts at fighting?

Maybe.but who knows Hanno fought accidentally with an expert..

Charla decides to keep Hanno by her side even while sleeping.

But will Hanno be able to fight Cleos? Surely he can, right?

No. gabe...Hanno is not an expert in swordsmanship..Hanno only knows a lot about fighting by hand.

It was seen that some nurses also started carrying buckets and helped some patients to calm down.

There was a praying priest and a nurse giving the patient a herbal drink.

*No, not Hanno first..I need to save these people.What's wrong with you Charla?* ,thought Charla as she brought back a bucket of vomit water to the place that someone else would take her.

"Look! There's another patient!" said one of the nurses dragging one of the soldiers pale.

The soldier was pale and water had started to come down from his mouth.

"Put the carpet there" ' said Charla.

"But miss! Full floor!" ' said the nurse in panic.

Charla then looked around…

Unknowingly dozens of sick people had filled the floor and it was seen that some nurses did not even care if they stepped on some sick people.

All the carpets and mattresses were filled with sick people, even Charla saw 3 people stacked in one place.

The difference between a corpse and a living person on the floor even began to be unclear, some were breathing but pale like corpses.

"Have some soldiers clear some camps, and help them also to separate the bodies here" Charla said, holding the shoulder of one of the nurses.

"Good miss" said one of the nurses who immediately walked out of the tent.

Charla then returned with a bucket of vomit water.

Something that boils from vomiting is that the contents are not just green, yellow, or brownish-faded water.

But it contains bread, butts, bones and food that is still intact mixed with mucus and strange liquid.

The color is diverse, but fortunately the disease changes it.This time all just yellowish green..

And more smell..

"O Lord Gauri the loving Mother of the gods give them your protection and love" said an old priest praying while splashing herbal leaf water with his hands.

*The god of Victa, you better stop praying, the patient you pray for may worship another god*, wants Charla to say that while cleaning green water from the face of a pale man.

But do what? God is deaf and does not care.

If the god is not deaf then maybe all the patients who suffer here get up and walk healthy as usual.

If the god wasn't deaf, there wouldn't be hundreds of children who weren't raped.

Perhaps the devotee of the Sky God was right, if the god who created this world was an evil god. The real god is at war with the evil god to free us from here.

"Helart can stop praying for a moment? Give them clean water to drink" Charla said.

"Yes" said the pastor, smiling, "but dear they vomited all"

"Why are you smiling?" said Charla, putting a bucket of vomit water on the floor.

"Why not? Being cold at all times will not help all your life problems" said the old pastor, squeezing a wet cloth in a bucket.

The priest then wiped the patient's body.

But Charla realized something..

His chest was unmoving.it was too pale to be alive…

Charla then put a finger on the nose of the patient the priest had rinsed.

"He's dead" Charla said as she looked at the old priest.

"Hehe, why not? Why didn't she wash herself, miss? He deserves it, all humans deserve this at least once in his life" said the old pastor tucking a cloth in the patient's armpit.

Then the pastor put the cloth back in the bucket filled with water.

The priest then smiled and turned towards Charla.

"You know that this fine is full of rapists?" said the old pastor.

Charla frowned, "so that's why you're smiling? They get their payback

"The man there told his friend last night that he raped a child in the village he was looting" the pastor said, pointing to a patient who had vomited in a bucket, "the one over there that put the head of a priest's father in a spear for a soldier to play with"

Then he continued.

*Heh, then why didn't you file a complaint with the general?* ,thought Charla.

"If you think about why I'm not complaining, I'm too old, miss, I don't want to make enemies with their friends when I report them" ,said the pastor while continuing to wipe the patient's body.

"Certainly? You're still happy because they deserve it? You're the same bloodthirsty guy out there, you want them to die and suffer" Charla said.

"They don't deserve it, they're not monsters, they're human ladies, all humans deserve a second chance at life" the old pastor said.

Charla could only stare intently at the old priest.

"That's why the evil in this world feels so terrible, miss.they are not done by monsters.but humans are only humans.The rapist who was hanged was then a sweet baby in the hands of a mother.." ,the old pastor said in his old voice that sounded like a sick man.

Charla pondered for a moment…

"You're right" Charla said as she looked at the hundreds of sick men lying on this fine, "rape and murder were not committed by a monster they were by a human being.."

"Hm" , the old priest smiled, "I'm glad that the lady understood, but we better stop talking"

"You're right, maybe we should just continue talking to you to help

"No...The Owl has come.." ' said the old priest in a deep voice while continuing to wipe the patient's body.

Then the sound of an earthquake was heard...

*dream*Ringggiarrrkihihihk*

The sound of horses and the footsteps of horses was heard..

*Drugging*Drugging*Drugging*

The sound of larger horse footsteps then sounded.

Charla then looked out…

*What happened?

Hanno was not in the camp..

*....tuk*..tuk*..tuk*

Slowly Charla stepped over the patient on the floor and came out of the tent..

Thousands of soldiers and thousands of servants bowed in one direction.

Hanno also looks like an initiative to bend.

Charla chose not to...

Dozens of horsemen entered the camp with flags that Charla was familiar with.

The Owl Flag...Garius.

Seen a man wearing a gray armour and his red robe with a sword in front of him in front of all the troupe...

And his powerful and terrifying face was seen looking all over the camp..

Hundreds of red-armored soldiers followed him...

Descended himself from the horse helped by the servant..

And when he came down.kamp fell silent and no one dared to talk..

Once he saw, Charla instantly knew him..

Goran Garius's.

"My lord, the preparations for the battle at the camp are ready" said one of the soldiers as he bowed to Toran Garius.

Toran Garius then looked around.

"I misjudged you, I thought you were bad" Toran Garius said in a deep voice.

The commander smiled and then got up from his head, "thank you, sir

"It turns out you're worse" Toran Garius said with a gaze that almost felt like the gaze of a god of condemnation, "there are hundreds of sick people you don't really deal with, there are prisoners you mistreated to death in front of the camp, troops not trained or disciplined, and hundreds of peasants played instead of being used"

The Commander's smile was seen collapsing to form a face that looked terrified.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm exhausted and overworked and I need my master's rest" said the Commander, rising from a bow.

"You're lucky, if I don't need your father's army I've made you rest forever" Toran Garius said in a voice as strong as his gaze.

The commander then swallowed his saliva in fear.

Toran Garius then looked around and saw his teeth grinding.

"Serdafas, take the commander home to Hiritt Palace, he's useless here" Toran Garius said as he walked forward.

A red-amoured knight then walked forward and held the commander carrying him away resignedly.

Then Toran Garius looked towards Charla.

As he walked, he was like a demon king as he walked in the forest, all the trees lost the beautiful leaves that they were proud of and turned into twisted wood growing down on him.

While hundreds of animals moved aside in fear and did not dare to look at him.

Her footsteps were so strong that Charla even felt like she wanted to fall.

Charla fell silent and swallowed her saliva.

*He has eyes that know the same face as his son Vesius Garius*, thought Charla.

Both father and son when they know someone's name and face then they do not easily forget it.

"Only my own initiative, my lord" said Charla, swallowing her saliva.

Toran was silent to hear it.

Then Toran slowly turned around and walked towards the general's tent..

It's like ignoring Charla.

"Geralda's forces have been reported to be coming here in 2 days" Toran Garius said.

His footsteps were like hundreds of foot steps of a soldier turned into one deep voice.

"We'll welcome them" said the Minister of War, "and you Charla will join my council to discuss how we welcome them"

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"Lord Queen would like a powder from Legata or northern Dalmatia again?" asked Cleorah to the little Queen Master.

"Mr Hero don't have to help me dance, me and my servant can be alone" said the Queen half-pleased and smiling sadly.

The Queen always had a smile every time they spoke...

*this child has suffered all his life.When the rebellion in the capital Dalmatia he lost his legs, when he grew up. He should be a puppet and should not do what he likes*, Cleorah thought with a smile trying to comfort the Queen.

But still the Queen managed to keep her heart clean and innocent..

Cleorah then immediately put the powder on the Queen Master's face.

The Queen Master looked surprised then smiled and wanted to laugh.

"Why do you put powder on my face?" said the Queen in a voice that sounded like laughing.

"Of course I put it on, I recommend the best Legata powder" Cleorah said with a smile.

The Queen then laughed cutely.

Then the Queen Master looked at the mirror and saw a round white blob on her cheek.

And then another cute laugh.

His smile looks a happy smile.although it has a sad little tone in it.

"Master doesn't dress up either?" asked the Queen to Cleorah.

"Hm? My hair is a little messy and my eyes are also starting to blacken.." Cleorah said while looking at the mirror.

"Eh? No really, Mr. Cleorah's hair looks neat and beautiful" said the Queen with her innocent face.

*yeah?* ,thought Charla.

"Mr must not be so loh, trying to carve a perfect wooden statue will only think the wooden statue into hundreds of pieces of wood that are not beautiful" said the Queen while holding Cleorah's hand.

*Am I trying to be perfect.........?* ,thought Cleorah.

Cleorah refused it for a while, but it was..

Cleorah subconsciously wanted to be perfect…

When the world asks you to be perfect you will follow it even if you feel you are rejecting it..

"Hm, maybe we all need a break.including Mr. Perrin.." said Cleorah while putting the powder container on the table.

"Hm, Mr Perrin? Yes, yes too...Mr. Perrin has been struggling to protect us and handle one kingdom, he must be exhausted" said the Queen while adding powder on his face.

*Cyrus also..* , thought Cleorah.

Cyrus has also become more diligent, she even looks sleepless. He trains every night and every day he helps people practice.

Cyrus even began to take an interest in magic, although she still could not use it.

BBBBABRAAKKKK!

"ah! You are this!!" , the voice behind the door of the Queen Master sounded.

"What is it?" asked the Queen.

Cleorah knew this voice…

He had often heard the sound of a head impact on this typical floor..

"Master Queen stay here" Cleorah stood up from her seat and stepped out.

Tuk

When Cleorah opened the door to Her Lady Queen's room, two women fighting on the floor like 2 cats snatched a chicken bone.

"Vairy's? Diana?" Cleorah said as she watched the two of them pull their hair and claw at each other.

Tubs!

"Engghghhhhhh!!!!*

"P*ntek you! P*ntek you!!!*

Cleorah then pulled Diana over and held onto her.

"Take me off! Let go of me!" Diana's voice sounded like the voice of a sick person.

"Stop! Stop the two of you!" said Cleorah with as much as possible.

Then Vairy pulled Diana's hair.

Cleorah is forced to kick Vairy to stop him.

But one kick didn't stop him, and Vairy endured the pain and then stood up.

"You two I said stop! For God's sake!" said Cleorah as she threw Diana on the floor.

Then Cleorah held Vairy's hand trying to grab Diana.

Then the sound of footsteps pointing towards them was heard.

The footsteps were not just one foot but the footsteps of 5-8 people.

"Diana! Stop!" said someone's screams toward them.

There are dozens of heroes pointing towards them.

"Stop bego!" said one of the heroines helping to hold Diana.

"Hime? What the hell is going on? Why are the two of them fighting?" asked Cleorah while holding Vairy.

"House grabs" said Hime while holding Diana and then dozens of other heroes behind her started coming along.

"He tuh! He tuh! Prostitute*r emang! Plain shirt!" yelled Diana while held in both hands.

"Why you!? I'm just helping your girlfriend!" said Vairy, trying to defend himself.

"helpfully? Help with the eye lyrics!?" said Diana, holding her hand by a woman.

"God by god!" muttered one of the male heroes.

"I don't have any eye lyrics!" said Vairy.

"Already! It's already! Already!" said Cyrus who then emerged from the group of heroes with a sweaty look.

It was seen that he only wore fairly tight clothes that only covered his chest and stomach, while the shoulders, armpits, and along his arms were not.

Seeing that made Cleorah's face red.

The arrival of Cyrus also made Vairy speechless and flushed his face..

"It's Diana, Vairy can't possibly try to take your girlfriend" Szeth said, emerging from the heroes' gathering while calming Diana down.

"It's been you two, let's talk about this in the training room" Cyrus said in a half-friendly half-command, "please take Vairy, Michael"

Then Michael then holds Vairy firmly and takes him along with several other heroes.

When all the heroes started walking towards the training room, Cleorah was only behind.

Cleorah wanted to come with them but she stopped..

*I've parted ways with the hero.I'm in the game of Blood and Paper Sword*, Cleorah thought as she turned to the Queen Lord's door.

"Cleorah" , call Cyrus.

"C-cyrus? What's the matter?" asked Cleorah.

"Nothing, you want to come?" asked Cyrus.

The smell of sweat and Cyrus' body could be smelled in Cleorah's nose.

"No, I have a job first" Cleorah replied.

Cleorah wants to be with Cyrus even longer.wants to step up and walk with her.want to see Cyrus act..

But Cleorah felt something.he couldn't..

"Don't force yourself Cleorah" Cyrus said as she held Cleorah's shoulder and then turned to walk away.

*Hm*, Smiling Cleorah, *he started to be simple*

"The status is starting to reach a level I don't know" said the voice of a man emerging from nowhere.

The man's voice was cold and loud, as hard as a rock in the ruins of a castle that was once a simple but beautiful castle.

Cleorah then looked back and was seen..

"Willy? What are you doing here?" asked Cleorah.

"Nothing" Willy said as he turned the wheel of his wheelchair closer to Cleorah, "your status has also increased to a scale I am not aware of"

Willy's voice grew cold and deeper, his gaze becoming darker and powerless.

"e-eh really? What skill is that?" asked Cleorah.

"Intrigue and Willingness" Willy said in English, "intrigue and the desire to do something"

"Which one, which skill did you see became his size question mark (???)?" asked Cleorah.

"Nothing" said Willy, "but almost there.almost you will be semisterius Perrin"

*Semisterius Perrin?* ,thought Cleorah.

"What Perrin skill does the question mark (???)?" asked Cleorah.

"Better is many but not all, Intelligence (Intelligence), Intrigue (Intrigue), Military (Military), Willingness (Love), Loyalty (Loyalty) and Psychological Strength (Psychological Resistance) that I do not know. What Perrin can guess is physical and a lot of other things" Willy replied.

*So Perrin isn't that strong.*, thought Cleorah.

"Hahh..it seems that there will be many who become mysterious skills in this palace.." said Willy in a deep voice.

"Other of us have any mysterious skills?" asked Cleorah once more.

"Miss Harlaw and Mr. Casca, some veteran generals" Willy replied as he set her hand in her wheelchair, "Miss Harlaw has almost all her status mysterious except physical and agility as well as other fighting skills"

"Mr Casca?" said Cleorah inquiring.

Willy was silent for a moment and then looked at his hand.

"Everything.all skills are mysterious" Willy replied.