The Count’s Youngest Son Is A Player Chapter 255

Episode 255:

Floating, Floating.

Wow.

Cudden Plains in front of the capital Turium.

How long had it been since the blood shed by so many soldiers formed a stream? Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were once again facing each other with spears and swords in hand.

And now, before the final battle.

The heads of the kingdom’s most prestigious families were gathered in the barracks of the allied forces under the leadership of the Six Princes.

“Hehehe, I never thought I would really choose field battle. “Viscount Raoul, your prediction was correct.”

“I was just lucky.”

As the swordsman Marquis de Templeton spoke with a happy expression, Raoul, who was standing on the podium in the conference hall, bowed his head and expressed humility.

“This is true. Even when I asked him to, he wouldn’t leave the territory, and now I think I know why. “You raised your children to be dragons, Count Melvin.”

“Did I do something? “They just grew on their own.”

The swordsman praised Raoul’s father, Count Melvin de Ashton, who was sitting across from him.

Count Melvin received the message with a pleasant smile.

‘He really didn’t do much.’

Behind him were his eldest son Dylan and his second son Lawrence.

Dylan is ruling the county successfully on his behalf.

Not only did he have the power to rule as the next count, but he also rose to the level of a master.

Dylan’s physical development was even more remarkable, and it was said that he had achieved a body so perfect that he could no longer be considered human.

After becoming able to actually use Aurors, he strengthened his muscles with Aurors and performed the art of receiving the knights’ mana blades with his bare body.

He creates a ‘muscle force field’ even without power armor, and has already reached the level of a true superhuman pioneering a new path.

Second, Lawrence completely incorporated the power of the great Naga warrior ‘Nemado Tochi’, which he received from the Wall, into his own.

The Ashton family’s great swordsmanship with four arms demonstrated tremendous strength that even other masters of the family could not easily match.

And Raoul.

‘…There’s no need to say it.’

He grew so quickly that it wouldn’t be surprising if he surpassed himself at any time, and he had long since broken out of the mold of being a count.

Without Raoul, the current Earl of Ashton would not have existed.

“It’s been a while, Marquis. I am glad that your long hard work has borne fruit. “Congratulations on reaching that level.”

The person occupying one corner of the conference hall was none other than the Marquis Fidel de Greer.

As Ken’s father and Raoul’s strong supporter, it was no wonder that he was present here.

“you’re welcome. We’ve only just gotten the start. “It’s all thanks to that kid.”

The Marquis looks at the podium with a happy expression.

His expression showed confidence, perhaps because he had restored his family’s long-cherished spearmanship and reached the level of master.

‘Hehehe, it suits you well.’

Raoul is standing in the center of the podium, and Ken (Kaylee) is standing a little away.

The Marquis took a look at the two people and couldn’t hide his smile as he wondered what was so good about them.

Where the duke’s gaze finally turned.

The swordsman spoke to the person who was sitting with a slightly gloomy expression.

“You must be very heartbroken. But winning or losing is a matter of illness. “The day will surely come when the Count’s family will spread its wings again.”

“…Thank you for your words of comfort. “However, family honor is nice, but today I have to let go of my anger.”

“That was also the Count’s choice. “I wish you good luck.”

He silently lowers his head and readjusts his sword.

He is none other than Count Hudson de Randall.

He, who had been defeated here on the Cudden Plains not long ago, has reappeared.

Actually, it wasn’t surprising.

It was Raoul and his men who saved Count Hudson, who was defeated and being chased that day.

And he succeeded in stealing one more of the five masters from Count Randall’s camp.

Earl Hudson, one master, his scattered children, and the survivors joined the allied forces.

‘Today, I will definitely pay for the humiliation of that day.’

It was inevitable that Earl Hudson would draw out his blade of revenge.

Inside the conference hall, the leading figures of the Duke of Templeton, the Marquess of Greer, the Earl of Ashton, and the Earl of Randall were gathered.

Four of the five great samurai families of the Kingdom of Ruben came together.

Perhaps the worst composition that Marquis McNeil had imagined was completed.

It was entirely because of Raoul that his plan, which aimed to defeat each enemy one by one, was disrupted.

‘I feel like things turned out better than I initially planned.’

Raoul stood on the podium, looked at the people gathered in the conference room, and felt reassured.

The number of masters gathered in this conference room right now was enormous.

Six new masters born in the Duke of Swords and Templeton.

Two knight commanders, the Marquis and the Marquis of Greer.

Count Randall and the surviving Master.

There were twelve of them alone.

The head of the Ashton family is Earl Melvin.

Brothers Dylan and Lawrence.

Lord Hesse, Commander of the Golden Bear Knights.

Even the Commander-in-Chief, Viscount Ernest de Vogel.

A total of five masters.

And in Raoul’s First Viscounty, there were a total of 10 masters, including executives and battle leaders.

‘The Master is only twenty-seven!’

In my past life, when the war with the empire was in full swing, the number of masters in the four kingdoms union was less than twenty.

Superhumans consumed in the civil war.

Prospects who disappeared due to the Imperial Hound’s actions.

Those who died in battle against the Empire.

Even superhumans who were swallowed by the high-level gate and never returned.

Even though the ‘Age of Superhumans’ had arrived, power continued to decline and more than a certain number could not be gathered.

But what about now?

Although it was thanks to the use of the connect system, there were only fifteen masters belonging to the Ashton family and the First Guild.

‘If you include Nakia of the First Magic Tower and the superpowers of the Wizards’ Guild…’

He has tremendous power that no one can ignore.

Of course, it wasn’t perfect yet.

Just as expert level knights do not all have the same skills, not all masters have similar skills.

Or rather, the gap between those who had surpassed the level of superhumans might have been even larger.

Even if all of the First Guild’s superhuman strength was mobilized right away, there was no guarantee that they would be able to defeat a single swordsman.

‘It probably means that our goals will have to be different from now on.’

This meant that while he had been focusing on increasing his power and securing a large number of superhumans, he now needed to improve his own skills.

And the final task ahead of him was the battle for the throne right before his eyes.

After gathering his thoughts, Raoul began leading the meeting in earnest.

“As you can see, the enemy chose to rotate rather than siege, just like last time. “What’s different from then is that there are actually a lot more troops.”

The current strength of the Six Princes Alliance was only about 200,000.

60,000 cavalry of the Earl of Ashton (Raoul).

Duke of Templeton 100,000.

Marquess Greer 30,000.

Count Randall 10,000.

However, the troops were elite soldiers composed mainly of regular soldiers and mercenaries, not conscripts.

On the other hand, the total number of troops in the camp of Marquess McNeil and the 3 Princes was 450,000.

40,000 men from the central army of the kingdom called Choi.

Marquis regular soldiers 100,000.

The 30,000 player unit of the Ripple Association has been revived and reassembled.

Except for this, the soldiers were local lords’ troops composed mainly of conscripts.

“There is more than a double difference in numbers, but I don’t think the actual power difference is that big.”

This was also the reason why the 3 Princes chose to rotate.

Rotation is more advantageous than water-based warfare in order to utilize the troops ahead.

And choosing Mercury even though there were more troops was showing that one was inferior, so it could be directly related to the morale of the soldiers.

This means that from the beginning, the Marquis MacNeill had no choice but to choose a turn.

And the strategy that Raoul would choose was already decided.

widely.

Raoul’s baton pointed to a point on the map.

“One point through the enemy lines. This is our military’s operational outline. However…”

Raul’s briefing continued for a while and preparations for the competition were completed in a friendly atmosphere.

* * *

‘Templeton wasn’t the problem.’

Marquis McNeil was lost in thought as he gazed at the enemy lines from atop a low hill.

His plan was complex yet simple.

The tyranny of the three princes heightens the dissatisfaction of each family and people.

If you release other princes, there will definitely be a rebellious family, and by subduing them, you can legally reduce the number of princes.

At the same time, it was natural to break the power of families that could become an obstacle to him.

In any case, the duchy had always maintained neutrality, and the Earl of Ashton and the Marquess of Greer did not care much about matters in the center on the periphery, so I thought there would be no major obstacles.

The moment he won the battle against Count Randall, his plans seemed to have a tailwind.

He defeats the kingdom’s best swordsman with his own hands and takes down the ducal family with the help of the empire.

In the process, he kills all the princes hiding in the Duke’s house and finally deals with the three princes who are stuck in the royal castle.

Naturally, the mastermind behind the assassination of the third prince was the Earl of Ashton or the Marquess of Greer.

Marquis McNeil subdues them on behalf of the royal family, and the marquis finally takes over the vacant successorship.

It was enough to just take each step step by step, and success seemed in sight.

In fact, they pushed the Duke’s family to the brink of being placed under siege.

‘…I never thought I’d be caught by those Ashton guys.’

What on earth happened in the country estate on the southwest corner of the kingdom?

It was only a year ago that the Count fell into a coma and a civil war broke out within the Count family.

They must have been busy repairing the damage and maintaining the territory.

‘Where did that ridiculous number of knights and masters come from?’

The Marquis gritted his teeth.

The result of analyzing the enemy’s military power roughly through information from spies and strangers dispatched to the enemy camp.

After checking the report, the Marquis could not help but believe his own eyes.

There are over 20 masters alone and the number of knights may be over 10,000.

That analysis may have been exaggerated, but even if it were only half the truth, it was an overwhelming force.

‘But I can’t give up.’

It’s already a popular trend.

Since I was on the back of a tiger, the moment I let go, I had no choice but to face destruction.

And it wasn’t like there was no chance of winning at all.

Even though there were a lot of masters, they were just novices who had just reached their peak.

There were only two things to worry about: the swordsman and the defeated Count Randall.

Sharak.

A black shadow appeared next to the Marquis.

“How did you make up your mind?”

A man with a silver mask.

It was Silver Zero, the head of the Imperial Hound Ruben Kingdom branch.

A light drop of blood flowed from the Marquis’ clenched fist.

“…I will accept the offer.”

“Well thought out. “Your Majesty is always generous to his loyal subjects, so you will never regret it.”

“….”

Slurp.

Silver Zero’s figure was blown away by the wind and disappeared.

The Marquis closed his eyes tightly.

Gongwang.

It was a position proposed by the Kranen Empire.

In return for the participation of the empire’s superhumans in this battle, Marquis McNeil sold his kingdom.

Now, even if he won the battle, he would never become the real king of the Kingdom of Ruben.

I was simply promised the throne of a small new principality encompassing the northern part of the kingdom.

‘But I have no regrets.’

I simply chose to be the head of a snake rather than the tail of a dragon.

I had no intention of continuing my meaningless service under a foolish king.

Moreover, the empire could not overcome the wall anyway.

Once the battle is won and the throne is temporarily ascended, it will not be too late to resolve the issue with the empire again.

The Marquis consoled himself like that and looked at the enemy lines with eyes full of resentment.

‘Ashton! I will never forgive you guys.’

Above all, he is the culprit who destroyed his dream.

The youngest child of the Earl of Ashton.

As for Raoul, he will slit his throat with his own hands.

“Everyone ready for battle!”

The 450,000-strong army began to move in response to Marquis McNeil’s roar.

(Continued in the next part)