I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 65

Shaking.

Legs, arms, values.

Ed's breathing became increasingly ragged. He hadn't been in a serious battle or marched for a long time, but his breathing continued to become ragged.

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Ed's mind kept hearing the voice of the soldier who had been struggling to escape the giant's grasp and shouting.

He began to doubt whether what he was doing was right.

He felt sick.

"What is the purpose of this mission? What function does that parchment that the general is hiding on the floor have?"

Ed asked in a low voice.

He was curious. What was the purpose of this mission that he had to complete while leaving someone who was like a brother to die?

How great a task were we doing that Belle could walk so steadily?

"It's a security issue. I can't tell you."

“Security, you showed us how to plant it on the parchment right in front of our eyes. Then you can tell us what kind of magic is engraved on the parchment.”

The other soldiers’ eyes widened at Ed’s sharp tone.

A private who is talking back to Belle Artois, not to anyone else.

Does that idiot have no brain?

“I said it was a security issue. Keep your mouth shut and watch your surroundings, Private.”

“There must be a great reason, right? Tell us so we can understand. So that we can console ourselves that there is a greater cause for which we had no choice but to let our comrades die... ... .”

“Were you forced to let them die?”

“Yes?”

“You really had no choice but to let them die?”

Belle Artois’ voice instantly became sharp. Deep inside the wizard’s heart, a deep disgust boiled up, directed at someone.

“... ... What is that.”

“There is always a choice, Private. We abandoned our comrades and chose our mission. Don’t run away from this fact by making excuses like ‘the cause’.”

The other soldiers who were listening to the conversation between the two through the runes engraved on the gas masks swallowed dry saliva on the back of their throats.

“... ... .”

Ed wanted to ask, ‘So, should we have saved that soldier even if it meant putting our comrades in danger?’

But, strangely, his mouth wouldn’t open.

... ... Was he scared of Bell?

‘No.’

He wasn’t scared. He shouldn’t have been.

Bell simply made an inevitable choice to endanger his comrades next to him and complete his mission.

In that situation, wasn’t the right answer to anyone who saw it to pretend not to see the soldier being kidnapped?

It was ridiculous.

He made a choice for everyone.

It was an inevitable choice for the cause.

‘... ... For what cause?’

Ed didn’t even know the exact purpose of this mission. All he knew was that he had to protect the wizard in front of him.

‘Yes, Belle Artois is a general. A general is a hero of the continent. I am a hero who protects heroes... ... .’

Cough.

Something was rising from inside his stomach.

He couldn’t vomit because he was wearing a mask. Ed forced something that was trying to come up his throat into his stomach.

... ... Belle hurried his steps without caring whether Ed felt nauseous or not.

They diligently and carefully swept through the enemy lines.

Since the slight argument between Belle and Ed, there was no conversation among the soldiers.

Thanks to keeping their mouths shut and focusing on their mission, they were able to hide the seventh parchment in the designated location by the time dusk began to engulf the surroundings.

“Two more. Stay alert until the end.”

It was a long operation that took a total of twelve hours. It was not easy to maneuver secretly in enemy territory for a long time, so all the soldiers were extremely sensitive.

If they made a single mistake, everyone’s life would be in danger. In the best case, they would die, and in the worst case, their entire bodies would melt away and be used as part of the mutants.

No matter how brave they were, it was not easy to stay sane in this situation, and it was especially difficult for Ed, who had no experience in such a terrible battlefield.

He had lived his whole life as an adventurer. He thought he had seen almost everything he could see, but the scenery surrounding him after he was assigned to the mission told him that his previous experiences were nothing.

He could not tell at all whether the chunk of meat in front of him was someone’s corpse, a mutant, or a demon. Maybe it was all mixed together. A giant monster swallowed everything around him at once. It was like he had vomited out chunks of meat before they were fully digested.

... ... But there was something else that bothered him more than those disgusting sights.

‘There is always a choice.’

‘Don’t run away from the truth with empty excuses.’

Bell’s words flew like a dagger and stuck in Ed’s chest, staying there the whole time.

His heart was rotting and rotting and his lungs were hardening, but Ed had no idea how to pull out the dagger.

The disgusting things inside him kept rising, but since he couldn’t vomit inside his mask, he had been holding it in.

“... ... Fuck, fuck.”

The voice of one of the soldiers echoed inside the mask. It was the voice of a corporal with short hair.

It was annoying.

Listening to that monologue, where everything was unstable, including his breathing and his voice, made me feel uneasy.

I was already feeling sick because of what Bell had said, but sitting there listening to that monologue made me feel irritated.

It wasn't just Ed that felt that way. Not only the other soldiers, but also Bell and Menes found the soldier's voice annoying.

Even so, they didn't tell the soldier to be quiet. They felt uneasy that if they provoked him any further, an irreversible situation might occur.

Those eyes.

Ed and the soldiers saw those eyes. Those hazy eyes that were looking far away, not at themselves or the situation in front of them.

It would be bad to provoke someone with eyes like that. Everyone here knew that.

If this were the barracks, they could let him rest for a while, or just exclude him from the battlefield... ... .

This was currently the enemy's territory. There is no place to catch your breath or rest.

“... ... Now there is only one left. Just hold on a little longer.”

Bell and the soldiers continued to hurried their steps in such anxiety.

Less than 30 minutes after hiding the seventh parchment, Bell took out the eighth parchment from inside his robe.

... ... Now, Ed was no longer curious about what the parchment did.

Even if he knew the identity of the parchment, the knife stuck in his chest wouldn’t be pulled out.

The parchment that fell to the floor disappeared into the mud, giving off a faint light.

“Fuck... ... Fuck, Danny... ... Sorry. You saved me in Belgium. I know, and I haven’t forgotten either... ... .”

While Bell hid the parchment, the short-haired soldier’s mumbling became clearer. He stared into space with his hazy eyes, talking to someone.

The soldiers, driven to their limit, could only close their eyes and try to ignore his monologue. No one thought to comfort the short-haired corporal. Just like Ed.

“It’s over. Let’s move, I want to finish as quickly as possible and return to the barracks, so everyone stay awake... ... .”

Boom!

Another huge explosion was heard from the front lines in the distance. It was the sound of a magic mine exploding, but no one knew who had triggered it. It could have been one of the Continental Army soldiers, or one of the mutants of the Demon Tribe.

“I was wrong! I was wrong! Danny, but me too! I saved you once too. Don’t you remember the battle # Nоvеlight # of Dalin Man? Please get out of here, Danny.”

The short-haired soldier, who had been swearing, collapsed on the spot, his arms and legs shaking from the sudden explosion.

His mouth continued to make excuses.

“Fuck, fuck.”

“... ... Sob!”

The other soldiers also shook their legs, sighed, and held their chests. They couldn’t understand why the explosion sound, which would normally have been nothing, felt so loud.

Perhaps because they had been buried in silence for twelve hours, the soldiers were momentarily confused by the explosion sound coming from nearby.

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“Shut up, please... ... .”

The explosion sound disappeared and a hot wind brushed against their collars. The short-haired corporal’s voice gradually grew quieter, but it never stopped.

“Just one more time. Let’s go back alive.”

It was Bell who comforted the soldiers who were not coming to their senses. Menes was already far ahead of the line, looking for a safe path.

“Corporal.”

“... ... Corporal, Citadel Kraya.”

Bell sighed as if he had no choice, and approached the short-haired corporal.

Citadel barely managed to give his rank and name in a trembling voice, but that was it. His mind was elsewhere.

Bell grabbed the Citadel Corporal by the shoulders and forcibly lifted him up.

Only then did his eyes, which had been staring into space, turn to Bell.

“Once this mission is over, I will take responsibility for Corporal Danny, who has become a mutant, and let him rest comfortably.”

His robe fluttered, revealing his arm, which was covered in scars carved in one direction.

Ed felt puzzled when he saw Bell’s scars that he had briefly glanced at.

Anyone who stood on the battlefield, whether a wizard or a warrior, would have at least one or two scars on their body, but the scars on his arm were neatly aligned in one direction, as if someone had artificially carved them.

“... ... Really? Are you personally going to end Danny’s suffering, General?”

“I promise, so just hold on a little longer.”

“Danny... Make a promise to Danny directly, to the Danny next to the General, right now.”

“......What?”

“The one in front of you promise me that! General, General. I will make Danny comfortable. Quickly... ... .”

A cold silence descended on the soldiers.

Menes, who had been listening to the conversation between the two from afar, barely managed to swallow the sigh that was about to burst out.

Some of the soldiers thought.

Maybe it would be much better to kill this crazy guy here.

If we left it like this, it wouldn’t be strange if a major accident occurred that would kill everyone here... ... .

“Yes. I promise, Corporal Danny.”

The soldiers, who had been reaching for their weapons unconsciously, froze for a moment, overcome by anxiety.

Because Belle said that, looking into the air.

“... ... Did you hear that, Danny?”

A cold wind blew. The sky was pitch black and the surroundings were filled with rotting corpses.

Citadel slowly turned its head and looked into the empty space where Bell was looking. The soldiers around them couldn't help but look at where the two were looking.

"The General is going to end your suffering, so just endure until the mission is over. That's good. Yes. That's good, right?"

Of course, there was nothing there.

"Guys, I found the way."

"Let's move. Just hold on a little longer, Corporal."

Belle lightly patted the Citadel Corporal on the shoulder and led the way.

Ed felt an indescribable sense of shame.

The barracks of the General without Belle were the very definition of quiet.

Saint Grisha, even after finishing her intense work of thirteen hours, was called by the officer several times to take care of the wounded. She would sit down to write a report, then go out after being called, catch her breath, and then go out after receiving another call.

In name only, she was a saint, but her life was no different from that of first-year doctors who were working hard in the ward 24 hours a day.

I gave her a look of pity, but she didn’t even look at me.

The officer opened his thick blanket again and came into the barracks.

Hehe, you must have had a hard time... ... .

“I came to see you because I have business with General Bin.”

Oh, me?

Not Grisha?

Grisha looked at me only then, maintaining the gentle smile that he had forced onto his face.

... ... When I saw him without knowing the truth, that smile felt gentle, but to my eyes, Grisha’s face felt endlessly pitiful and pitiful.

“What is your business?”

I slowly got up from the bed and asked the officer.

“Before Bell leaves for his mission, he has given Bin a mission.”

“The mission?”

“Please gather the escort troops. I will explain the operation as we go.”

“Huh? Right now?”

No, if there is a mission today, can’t you at least give me a heads up?

Thorough security is good, but at least the people going on the mission should know.

“... ... There’s no ad?”

“It doesn’t matter. Gather all the troops that can move and come here within 10 minutes. Once everyone gathers, I will explain the operation as we move.”

“... ... Where are you going?”

I asked the officer, whose back was getting farther and farther away, feeling anxious.

He lifted up the thick blanket and answered in a low voice.

“To the battlefield.”