Reader’S Regeneration Life [EN]: Chapter 130

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Sisters, You’re Not Ordinary

Uh… what the fuck?

What the hell?

This isn’t right.

We shouldn’t be fighting a life-or-death battle like this so early?

‘What the hell!’

Sion screamed inwardly and hurriedly tried to stop Eos.

But before he could even shout, she was already dashing forward at a terrifying speed.

“Eos!”

“Shut up, you bitch!”

Kwaaaang!―

Clearly, swords clashing should make a sound of metal against metal, but instead, a roar erupted as if a meteorite had collided.

The impact was so great that both Zyan and Eos seemed to float off their horses and fall to the ground.

“Böiler!”

“Temujin!”

Voices of concern for their leaders erupted from Aigiör and Kalta, respectively.

But both women landed on the ground very lightly, as if it were nothing to worry about.

With clean movements that were hard to believe came from falling off a horse.

“…What are you doing?”

“What are you doing yourself?”

“I’ve come to catch the kingdom’s dogs.

And to divide the tribes again with strange words…”

“Do they look like they’re here to drive a wedge between you and me?

They’ve come to make a final judgment.

If we lay a hand on them now and start a war with the kingdom, opinions won’t just be divided; our tribesmen will be torn limb from limb!”

Zyan adjusted her sword and aimed it straight at her sister.

“I will prevent that from happening.”

“…I know you’re strong.

But do you think there aren’t any other warriors in the kingdom who can fight you?”

“I just have to win.”

“That’s why I can’t work with you, damn it!”

A leader must have the foresight to see further ahead.

Even if they can gain immediate benefits, even if they can succeed and maintain it for a while.

A leader must plan things with a much longer view.

A warrior wields a sword and rides a horse while looking at the battlefield right in front of them, but a commander moves the warriors while looking much further ahead.

“Do you think I don’t want our tribes to live happy lives?”

Eos’s blade flies, aiming precisely for Zyan’s thigh.

The goal isn’t to injure her leg to subdue her.

It’s a unique attack method of the northern barbarian warriors, cutting off the blood vessels to kill her without fail.

Zyan didn’t evade or defend against the brutal attack; instead, she aimed to land an effective hit first, dulling Eos’s attack.

Using the fact that her attack range was slightly shorter, she intended to cut into her sister’s side.

Eos gritted her teeth.

If she maintained the attack, Zyan, her sister, would definitely suffer a fatal wound.

But she herself would also be deeply cut in the side.

If they both fell at the same time, it could lead to an all-out war between Aigiör and Kalta in this dire situation, and the kingdom might decide to occupy the north.

‘Tch.’

Eos bit her lip, slightly twisting her body and turning her sword inward.

Thanks to that, her attack was diverted midway, and Zyan, without a change in expression, retrieved her sword, spun her body around, and then struck down vertically again with force.

Kagaak!―.

Sparks flew as the two warriors glared at each other, locked in a struggle of strength.

Sisters, born closer than anyone else.

Sisters whose intentions were so different that they became more distant than anyone else.

“There’s no need for this.”

“…”

“It would have been enough to just be a protector.

There wouldn’t have been any tribesmen who would have criticized you for not supporting the absurd claims of those who only look at what’s right in front of them and can’t see further ahead, for not being their protector!”

“…You can’t always rely on others.

I want our north to be completely independent.”

“Do you think that if you build that great nation, you’ll be able to live without relying on the kingdom?

Cutting off even the trade routes that were still connected?”

“…”

“Besides, do you really believe our tribes can endure that life?

Do you think the tribesmen who used to ride horses every day and raise livestock in the fields will really be happy if they do that?”

At that, Zyan gritted her teeth and put strength into both hands, pushing Eos’s sword away.

At the same time, as if she didn’t need such weapons, she abandoned her sword on the field.

She raised her fist and struck her sister’s face, who was being pushed back.

Peoog!―.

Blood splattered, and Eos’s face turned sharply to the side!

A shock that would shake her brain, one that even a decent warrior couldn’t withstand.

But Eos calmly moved her mouth and spat out a lump of blood.

Then, she too, as if she didn’t need such blades, swung her fist just like Zyan.

Peog!―

Zyan also took a direct hit to the face.

She took the impact, stepping back two steps, wiped the blood flowing from her lips, which had burst with a single blow, with the back of her hand, and glared at her sister.

“There’s no time to be doing this here.

We need to advance towards the kingdom right now.”

“If you want to die, die alone.

No, that’s not it.

You’re just throwing yourself like firewood for those damn tribesmen!

Get a grip.

You crazy bitch!

That place is hell.

Don’t assume that the kingdom has left us alone because they’re just scared of our strength!”

At her sister’s scream, Zyan inwardly clicked her tongue.

It’s not that she doesn’t know; she feels it dimly too.

That all these things she’s doing now might become meaningless illusions.

That it might be an extremely foolish act of jumping into the fire with everyone.

‘But, we’re at a dead end now, Eos.’

The trade over the past three years has completely shaken the lives of the northern tribes, which had lasted for well over 200 years.

Always hungry, lacking even the dung of livestock to use as fuel, let alone firewood, always fighting against the cold, this land, where everything was lacking and miserable, was blessed with abundance for the first time.

At first, it was unfamiliar, but as time passed, life became easier, and as they got used to it, it became something they couldn’t give up now.

That was the trigger that pulled everything.

As the trade that had continued for three years gradually waned due to the depletion of goods in the north, this place became hungry, cold, and lacking again, just like before.

‘In the end, the northern tribes made a decision.

To take it back again.

No, not just to take it back, but to build the same world as the kingdom and live there.’

It doesn’t matter if it’s impossible.

After all, humans regret not doing something more than regretting doing it.

Peoeog!

Peog!

Zyan, using a few movements to deceive, shoved a powerful kick into Eos’s abdomen.

Not stopping there, as Eos’s body bent over, she struck her face again.

Even though her lips were torn and blood was flowing from the excruciating blow, Eos did not take away her blazing eyes.

“If we leave them alone, they’ll be annihilated anyway.

The kingdom won’t leave them alone.”

“Knowing that…”

“But if I’m there with them, it’ll be different.

Maybe we can even break the kingdom’s army.”

“What’s next?

Victory against the kingdom’s army, then what?

If the kingdom’s army comes again?

We’ll have to fight again.

So what’s next?

Do you think we can fight again?

You can’t not know that the way of fighting to protect is completely different from the way of taking.”

Unlike the solid northern grasslands, even if you go a little towards the kingdom, the soft ground becomes muddy in the spring, and warm temperatures will envelop them.

It’s the worst situation for cavalry; if a horse even injures its ankle, it immediately loses its function as a warhorse.

“Get a grip.

Now is not the time to hold a sword and sit in a saddle.

It’s a situation where we need to sit in a chair and think about coexisting with the kingdom.

If that doesn’t work out, I won’t stop you anymore.

But not now!”

After several exchanges, Eos’s fist landed on Zyan’s torso.

Because it hit her ribs accurately, she coughed and stepped back, glaring at Eos.

“So, what did the kingdom’s dogs who went into your ger [nomadic dwelling] say?

Surrender?

Hand over the heads of those who oppose the kingdom?”

“They didn’t say anything like that.”

“They just haven’t said it yet.

Choose between war and peace.

If it’s peace, immediately subdue our Kalta and live quietly in the north as before. What’s the difference between that and what they’ll say?”

Saying that, Zyan grabbed the huge sword she had placed on the ground again.

Eos clicked her tongue as she watched the scene.

She had hoped to resolve it through dialogue, but in this case, it is the etiquette of the north to respond to the fight.

“We have a very good law in our north.

I believe you remember it, Eos.”

“…The one who wins the life-or-death struggle between the leaders gets the decision-making power of the loser.”

“I didn’t want to carry out that law.

But now, I don’t see any other way.”

The sisters, who had been fighting with fists for a while, finally drew their swords again.

If the two strongest warriors in the north, who are unconditionally ranked first, were to come forward so sincerely, it would most likely be a mutual destruction, yet both sisters were in a state where they could no longer back down.

And almost at the same time, it was the moment when the sisters, pointing their swords at each other, rushed in.

Chaeng!

Kagaak!―.

“Huh?”

“What…?”

In the blink of an eye, a man had intervened between Zyan and Eos.

He looked like he would be torn to pieces by the two women’s swords at any moment, but soon he held a sword in one hand.

With a scabbard in the other hand, he blocked the two women’s attacks from the very center.

“Who are you, you bastard!”

“…Who are you?”

Zyan had never seen his face before, but Eos had seen the man for a moment.

The one she thought was just a simple escort was blocking the swords of herself and her sister, the best fighters in the north, with each hand.

‘Is this possible?

Alone?’

Even a high-ranking knight cannot easily face herself and Zyan.

But this man had intervened in that fleeting moment and blocked their sincere attacks.

“…Keueung.”

Kim Yoo-hyun bit his lip and endured the swords of the two strongmen, and when the strength of Eos’s sword weakened first, he swung the scabbard to knock her away first, and then swung both hands at Zyan this time, making her step back as well.

He had blocked the attacks of the tremendous powerhouses who could win against high-ranking knights alone.

“Where did a guy like this suddenly come from…”

Zyan, flustered, stepped back slightly and aimed her sword again, but again, someone’s voice stopped her.

“Let’s both stop.

I didn’t come to see a sword fight in this place.”

Unlike his relaxed tone, his forehead was covered in sweat.

It clearly showed how urgently he had run to this battlefield where the sisters’ bloody battle was taking place.

‘Crazy, they’re really fighting fiercely.’

Sion was about to lose his mind when they were swinging their swords and punching each other.

Those women silently endured the attacks that seemed like they would break his bones even if he just grazed them, and they were looking for an opportunity to attack in reverse.

Then, suddenly, Kim Yoo-hyun’s eyes flashed and he jumped out, so Sion ran like crazy, thinking that it would really become a three-way battle and a complete mess, and arrived at the scene.

“What the hell is going on, Eos?

Who are these men…”

“The place is a bit like this, but we should at least say hello.”

Barely catching his rising breath, Sion confidently approached Zyan.

The sword in her hand looked very fierce, but there was no point in showing a frightened appearance here, so Sion pretended to be nonchalant.

And just like he did to Eos, he showed his unarmed hand and revealed his name.

“Sion.

Sion Claussen.”

“What…”

“You could say I’m the final decision-maker on the kingdom’s side regarding this matter in the north.”

Seureung―.

In an instant, Sion felt something stinging right next to his neck.

Really, in the blink of an eye, her huge sword was right next to his neck.

‘…This is quite troublesome.’

Sion felt a chill run down his spine in an instant.

Zyan Temujin, the ‘Khan’ [leader] with a murderous look, was scary enough, but it was much scarier what kind of reaction Lilith, Rishiki, and Trisha, who were watching this situation from behind, would show.

“Sister.”

Eos was calling her sister in front of Zyan without even realizing how bad the situation had become.

Kim Yoo-hyun also grabbed his sword, but he couldn’t step forward right away because Zyan’s sword was too close to Sion’s neck.

“Please, sister.

That’s not it.”

“…”

“Calm down.

The opponent is unarmed.

Are you going to kill him while he’s greeting you?

That’s tarnishing the honor of our northern warriors.

Please don’t do that.”

“Damn it!

You crazy bitch!

Even if you’re going to be at odds with the kingdom, that’s not it!

He’s not just an envoy, he’s the war hero of Hispania, a war hero!

What crazy things do you think the kingdom will do if you touch such a big shot in such a crude way?”

“War hero?”

Zyan suddenly became obsessed with a strange word and began to seriously react to it.

Then, she began to examine Sion closely with a very murderous look.

Thanks to that, Sion was standing there with a sword in his neck in a very ambiguous state.

‘It’s not like a beauty contest.

No, should I call it a zoo monkey show?’

Whatever it is, Sion just wanted her to get that sword away from him.

He was terribly afraid that Trisha’s firestorm would pour down from behind.

He had come to stabilize the north, but he wanted to avoid summoning hell as much as possible.

At that time, whether it was because Eos’s curse worked or because Sion’s desperate wish came true.

“Hmph.”

Although she was still murderous, Zyan could be seen putting away her sword and stepping back slightly.

It was the moment to escape from the problem of whether his neck would be cut off or whether hell would manifest.

Sion breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his neck, trying to catch his breath.

“I would have cut your neck right away, but your face is so amazing that it made me laugh.

I’m even sorry for this sword to be stained with that man’s blood.”

“…?”

Am I hearing things?

Sion was so dumbfounded that he was about to burst out laughing.

Although he was a mana cripple, there was no obstacle that he hadn’t overcome with this face.

Suddenly, a comment about his appearance?

This, damn it, was a matter of a man’s pride.

‘I wasn’t going to make any more because I felt sorry for Lilith and the other women?

But, damn it.

This won’t do.

I can’t just let this go.

I’m going to take you no matter what.

You damn gangster sister.’

―――――――Author’s Note―――――――

There is no yas [a type of Mongol law] without an excuse.

Hot, I think you forgot to recommend it, everyone!