The Amber Sword

Chapter 110 – Trentheim and the young lord (10)

============= Gryphine’s POV =============

The seventh day of December—

It was just after the first snowfall.

The harsh winter had sealed off the access from Arreck’s mountains to Ampere Seale’s countryside paths. Each faction wasted two months of talks in the Port of Freedom without any success. The cold winter ultimately caused the northern waters and the restless factions to be frozen. The fierce rumors of the civil wars happening disappeared one by one.

But to the people who could see through everything, they understood that it was a false peace. The blades of steel underneath this ethereal frozen world, were thirsting for blood and waiting patiently to erupt.

Gryphine knew clearly that once winter ended, it would not be water from the melted snow seeping into the spring’s ground, but blood.

A hidden force was on the verge of breaking out under the snow-covered ground elsewhere.

“It’s because of a private group of Highlanders who wanted to get revenge. They were ambushed after entering Macsen, and there was only a handful that returned.”

“Those bloody fools. Just how many did we lose exactly?”

“…… Over three hundred.” The adjutant finally said.

“In merely two weeks—” Lord Palas shook his head, though the loss of these men was still acceptable to him.

These creatures were a nuisance to him and were difficult to remove if they did not take the initiative to attack them.

But it was clear that the rebels were making their last struggle after all.

Lord Palas had been gathering information for the past two months. The scouts managed to discover a few private soldiers who worked for Graudin during the night of the rebellion, and they brought back information of the mercenaries in Firburh. The private soldiers also provided some information about the Subterrane Dwellers that appeared a few months ago.

Lord Palas believed they had a role in ambushing Lord Macsen.

[Given that it has been months after Graudin’s defeat, the number of mercenaries might have increased. Perhaps more than a thousand mercenaries, and a few hundred Subterrane Dwellers. If I make progress steadily, it’s a guaranteed victory.]

He would not allow himself to commit the mistake that Lord Macsen made. Although, given his cautious nature, he probably would not have made this mistake if he was leading the first assault against Firburh.

His hand gripped his sword’s golden hilt.

Rumors of Carglise being captured by the rebels came back a few days ago, and Lord Palas was worried about his student.

The original plan of attacking Macsen’s fortress still needed approximately fifteen days of travel time. Even if there was a thousand casualties or even a third of his army injured, it would not matter to him.

However, what worried him was not the number of casualties, but the morale of the army. Sometimes a battle was decided by something else. Having the Highlanders devolve into a state of confusion would mean that they would be completely out of his control.

It was definitely the enemy leader’s scheme to pressure him into an early battle.

And there were definitely traps waiting for him if he did so. The ambushed Highlanders were a good example. He understood that he could not be impulsive here, but the various leaders of the Highlanders were constantly badgering him about getting the Subterrane Dwellers gave him a headache.

These leaders were not exactly wrong either. The Subterrane Dwellers went deep into their camps and burned part of their food supply. Lord Palas even wondered if Schafflund had a security problem. The route that the Subterrane Dwellers took could only come from that region.

But the scouts who met up with Perkins reported everything was fine. Even the second batch of scouts that he sent out came back with the message that Schafflund did not discover any oddities.

[This damned Perkins…… It’s as if the town is a giant sieve that allows anyone to go through.]

But he did not know that the scouts also used this town’s poor security to access the routes to Firburh.

“Let’s go back.” In the end, Lord Palas pushed down his aching desire to chop the Subterrane Dwellers to pieces.

“My lord, what we are going to do with the Subterrane Dwellers if we go back?”

“Get the Highlanders to tighten their defensive lines, change the food supply routes and plan a different camping spot for our warehouses. The enemies are lurking in the dark while we are out in the open. The only option is to raise our guard.”

“But surely this is a waste of time? Why don’t we lead our current army and kill the creatures?”

“If you really think this way, then our enemies will be delighted.” Lord Palas’s voice turned cold: “Madara’s undead, the Highlanders, Count Randner’s reinforcements, our weapons, and even our food are all not here yet! If we lose this region, what do you think Count Randner will do to you and your family?”

“But my lord, we currently have a total of five thousand men. Even if the rebels came out to fight alongside with the Subterrane Dwellers, they would not be our match.” His adjutant bowed respectfully.

“The stupid Lord Macsen had the same idea. Have you given a thought to how he ended up?”

“Still, Count Randner expects us to show results as soon as possible. The fact that we have lost men even before we fought and we did nothing about it would not be pleasing news to him.”

“…… No. It’s best that we delay fighting until March and beyond. It wouldn’t matter as much if we gain a complete victory.” Palas shook his head adamantly.

Even though it was a slap to his face as well, it would not be a wise move to go after this minor harassment. He was a cautious person, and the enemy leader seemed to have noticed this point as well and thus harassed him with the Subterrane Dwellers to no end in sight.

Though the Subterrane Dwellers were brazenly attacking his men, he was confident that he would not be lured out to attack in anger.

[The enemy leader is leading an army that’s like a trapped beast. As long as I continued to tie up his options, there will not be a chance for him to win this. And this humiliation can be returned to him.]

“Three months? Marsha above, how much food would we need? My lord, Count Randner might punish us for that!” His adjutant exclaimed.

“My lord, we will be flogged to death for wasting his food!” Another knight also chimed in, and a few others agreed.

“It’s the opposite,” Lord Palas looked at his old subordinates, “the battlefield is not limited to Trentheim. In any case, Count Randner would not interfere with us before this war ends. There are things that cannot be gotten with just money. As long as we score a perfect victory at the end, Count Randner will be able to sleep soundly at night and forgive us.”

Even though Lord Palas was a pure soldier, his experience in life enabled him to see the undercurrents of Aouine’s politics.

“…… Understood, my lord.” The knights around him answered.