Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Chance to Become a Hero
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“Damn it!”
“Hey! I like you!”
“Let’s talk this out!”
The knights had been overwhelmed by Britannica’s initial charge, but once they saw Skevin and the Devil Squad charging in without getting attacked, they all rushed forward in a mob.
In an instant, the training grounds turned into a battlefield, and from that moment on, a fierce competition broke out to claim Britannica.
Arthur watched the scene for a moment before turning his steps toward Aild.
At that time.
Aild was waiting for the results of an experiment he had conducted over several sleepless nights.
This experiment had been carried out following the magic book Arthur had given him, so his expectations were especially high.
A reaction began in the beaker on the lab table.
The muddy liquid started bubbling and boiling, its color gradually brightening.
About ten minutes passed like that.
The liquid turned transparent.
‘The color turned out just like the book said.’
Aild’s face flushed with excitement as he decided to proceed with the final step.
He tilted a golden vial the size of a fist over the beaker.
A tiny drop, like a teardrop, fell in.
It rippled gently, as if a single stone had dropped into a lake.
If people knew what was in that golden vial, they would be shocked.
It was the elixir.
Aild had held back from giving it all to Millerph and saved about a tenth for this experiment.
This was the first experiment using the legendary potion, the elixir.
‘Please!’
Aild clasped his hands tightly, praying desperately for success.
The transparent liquid slowly took on a pale green hue, shining like an emerald.
“It worked!”
It was exactly like the illustration in the magic book.
Now he just needed to confirm if it actually worked.
Aild pulled a small knife from his pocket and without hesitation sliced his index finger.
It stung, and blood flowed.
With a tense expression, he dipped the injured finger into the beaker’s liquid.
“Whoa!”
The moment it touched the liquid, the wound healed instantly.
That was when Aild’s eyes widened.
Knock knock.
A knock sounded.
“Come back later!”
Aild pulled his finger from the beaker and examined it closely.
Clunk.
The door opened, and Arthur walked in.
“What the hell! Didn’t you hear me?”
Aild shouted and turned his head.
But the moment he saw it was Arthur, his furrowed face broke into a wide smile.
“It’s you.”
“Should I go back out?”
Arthur pointed at the door with his finger, but Aild shook his head and waved him over.
“Come here quick!”
“What’s going on?”
It was the first time he’d seen Aild this excited, so Arthur felt a bit curious.
As Arthur approached, Aild sliced his finger again with the knife.
“Why are you doing that?”
Arthur looked puzzled.
“Just watch.”
Aild dipped the wounded finger back into the liquid.
Sure enough.
The wound healed cleanly.
Arthur’s eyes widened at the sight.
“What is this?”
“I made this. Sprinkle it on a wound, and it heals. It should have a big effect on mental trauma too.”
“You modified a potion.”
“Yeah, and since you just sprinkle it on the injury, you only need a little. Plus, it shortens recovery time.”
“Everyone’s going to love it.”
Arthur smiled and glanced toward the curtained-off area.
Behind the curtain were Poshe and Ramni.
They had briefly regained consciousness at first and seemed fine, but then lost it again and hadn’t woken since.
They had torture wounds on their heads, and the enemies might have inflicted mental shocks to extract information.
Even Millerph’s healing magic hadn’t worked.
“Think you can heal those guys?”
“Wait a sec.”
Aild filled a dropper with the liquid and headed to the curtain.
He pulled it back, revealing Poshe and Ramni lying there.
All their visible injuries had been healed.
He had considered feeding them the remaining elixir, but he couldn’t let go of his attachment to the research.
The elixir was a treasure beyond price, and for him, the key to success.
If experiments with the elixir succeeded, it could heal them and be invaluable for cases untreatable by magic.
He justified it that way and proceeded with the test.
“They should wake up now.”
Aild dropped one droplet from the dropper onto Poshe and Ramni’s foreheads and lips.
A pale green light emanated from their foreheads and lips, then slowly faded.
“Ugh…….”
“Ugh…….”
Poshe and Ramni groaned as they regained consciousness simultaneously.
Aild and Arthur watched silently until they came to.
After a few seconds.
Poshe grimaced and opened his eyes.
“Wh-where…… is this…….”
Arthur stepped forward.
“Home.”
“C-Captain…….”
Poshe’s face twisted, tears welling in his eyes.
“You did well. Don’t worry about anything—just focus on recovering.”
“What about the bastards?”
“They’re all taken care of.”
“I-I see…… sob, sob sob.”
Poshe closed his eyes, sobbing.
Guilt washed over him for losing the entire scout team and letting his brothers get hurt.
He couldn’t even look Arthur in the face.
“Sob sob, I’m sorry.”
“Captain…….”
Ramni woke up too, tears streaming down his face.
Arthur gripped his hand firmly.
“You did well too.”
“What about Perry?”
“He’s fine, so recover quick and get back out there.”
“I’m sorry—and thank you.”
Ramni clutched Arthur’s hand, tears flowing, his grip trembling.
Arthur’s chest tightened at the shaking hand.
Those who survived after losing comrades felt guilt beyond words.
He understood their feelings completely.
There was no special medicine to heal that.
They had to overcome it themselves.
All he could do for them was wait patiently.
“No one blames you.”
Arthur turned to Aild.
“Take good care of them.”
“Don’t worry. They’ll be up in no time.”
“Thanks.”
Arthur squeezed Aild’s shoulder and headed out of the castle.
“Please! Calm down!”
Hiiing-!
“I’m going crazy!”
The training grounds were still chaotic.
Meanwhile, Arthur’s heart felt endlessly heavy.
He needed a change of pace.
He spotted Kan approaching.
Arthur grinned.
“Want to hang out with me?”
Ihiiing~.
Kan nodded with an eye smile.
“Then let’s run wild!”
Kan lowered into position eagerly, and Arthur swiftly mounted.
At once, Kan shot out of the castle like an arrow.
Arthur gripped the red mane tight and raced across the plains.
Wind buffeted his body as he rode, the whoosh of air rushing past filling his ears.
His heavy heart lightened, and his mind emptied of thoughts.
He simply enjoyed the moment.
Kan’s speed felt just like riding his beloved “Dodge Tomahawk” back home.
“It’s been a while since I felt this.”
Arthur’s lips curved up.
They passed vast plains and entered a village burned during the territorial war.
People bustled about rebuilding.
“Hm.”
Arthur slipped away before they spotted him.
This wasn’t the first time—goblins and orcs had ravaged the territory multiple times before.
Monsters terrified them.
He didn’t want to startle them with Kan and ruin the mood.
Arthur skirted the outskirts to avoid the territory folk’s eyes and surveyed the village.
They had evacuated everyone to the castle before the attack, so no lives were lost.
But buildings were all burned, livestock and crops destroyed—massive damage.
The territory’s losses were far worse than expected.
If there had been minimal security, it wouldn’t have been this bad.
Regret lingered as he circled the damaged village.
“Haa…….”
Arthur let out a deep sigh.
War was just beginning, raising the odds of enemy invasions.
Expanding the knight order and hiring mercenaries wasn’t a full fix.
He needed to address the root issues.
‘I need to overhaul the security system.’
Arthur’s gaze deepened as he sank into thought.
Deploying knights or mercenaries for village security and patrols wasn’t effective.
He needed locals familiar with the terrain for scouting—ones who could act as rapid response in five minutes if enemies or monsters appeared.
“Where am I going to find guys like that……!”
Then it hit him.
That guy fit all the criteria perfectly.
And despite his rough exterior, he cared for the territory—ideal for the job.
“I should meet him.”
Arthur headed straight there.
A short while later.
He arrived at Kanrak’s hideout.
He had Kanrak in mind for leading the territory vigilante group.
As ruler of Grada Territory’s back alleys, he had plenty of manpower, all locals born in Grada.
Their attachment to their hometown was unquestionable—they’d step up for the territory.
A few guys smoked in front of the hideout.
“This sucks.”
“Yeah. We won the territorial war, but half the territory got wrecked.”
“Damn! In the end, we foot the bill.”
One scowled and turned his head.
“Gasp!”
He jolted back in shock.
“What’s wrong?”
His buddies tilted their heads and looked where he stared.
Far off, a massive horse approached with heavy steps.
“Wh-what’s that?”
“A m-monster?”
“Someone’s riding it……?”
“Hey! It’s the p-prodigal!”
The guy who recognized Arthur bolted inside.
Arthur arrived at the hideout and asked the trembling men.
“That guy—he’s inside, right?”
They gulped and nodded.
Arthur eyed the wide-open door, waiting for him to emerge.
Soon, Kanrak appeared, black eyepatch over his left eye.
His eyes wavered at the sight of the massive Kan.
“Th-that’s…….”
The legendary steed he’d only heard of—Britannica.
“Want to talk?”
“I have nothing to say.”
“I’m taking it. Mount up and follow.”
Arthur rode off somewhere.
Kanrak would’ve scoffed and ignored him before, but now that guy was different—he mounted without a word and followed.
Arthur stopped midway up a mountain, ten minutes from the hideout.
Kanrak stayed back at a distance, watching.
His horse feared Britannica and wouldn’t advance, and he had no desire to approach Arthur or Britannica either.
Arthur smirked as if reading his mind and said to Kan.
“Make him come closer.”
Ihiiing~.
Kan nodded and turned. He glared once at Kanrak’s horse.
The horse’s eyes bulged in fright and it hurried forward.
Side by side with Kan, it trembled like a thornbush then collapsed with a thud.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Kanrak dismounted in confusion.
Arthur gazed down at the village rebuilding below and spoke.
“As of today, disband your gang.”
“What?”
Kanrak was stunned.
After leaving them alone for over a decade, this now? It made no sense.
“You know, right, Young Master? We agreed not to interfere in each other’s territories.”
“You know why the count family left you alone?”
“Because you’re useful, right? As you know, I handle all the territory’s security.”
“Right, you were a necessary evil. But when your usefulness ends, you get removed, no?”
Arthur’s voice turned icy, hardening Kanrak’s face.
‘You bastard!’
Arthur continued, staring at Kanrak.
“Raise your value. Then maybe I’ll acknowledge you.”
“What do you mean?”
Kanrak’s eyes flashed.
“A vigilante recruitment notice will go out to the village.”
Arthur met Kanrak’s eyes.
“I figure you’ve guessed what I have in mind.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Live like a dead rat. But anyone causing trouble gets exiled from the territory.”
“……!”
Kanrak’s face twisted.
Arthur tugged the mane, and Kan turned.
Before descending the hill, he added one last thing.
“It’s a chance to become a hero.”