Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 151

Logan saw his father was in danger.

But he couldn’t just run off to help.

The silver wind around the enemy was strong. Logan knew he couldn’t let his feelings make him act without thinking.

So, Logan could only watch as Heinckel got badly hurt.

Heinckel was badly hurt by the aura. He coughed blood. It looked like more than just his arm was injured; he was hurt inside too.

To be badly injured like that in front of a superhuman during a fight meant he could die.

Logan’s heart was heavy seeing his father, carrying Heinckel, barely dodging the superhuman’s attacks.

“I have to go!”

But looking away for even a moment was dangerous.

Skkk.

Throb.

“Damn it!”

The aura barely touched him, but it easily sliced through his armor, leaving a long, shallow cut on his side.

The pain made him focus again.

With a heavy heart, Logan used the power in his special sword, Lux.

This magic could only be used once a day. It was his secret weapon to defeat the superhuman.

Logan used the power he had saved, hoping to find a weakness in the Storm Sword’s defense.

Whoosh.

Logan felt like he was moving at his normal speed, but his enemy would see him as incredibly fast.

“…!!”

The enemy looked shocked.

The golden Force Blade moved three times faster for a moment, curved around the wind aura, and cut Wicken’s side.

Chwaaaak.

Wicken’s face suddenly became serious.

Even in the middle of the fierce battle, this was the first real injury he had received. He had always been in control.

But Logan didn’t look happy, even though he had succeeded.

‘Damn it. I should have used it when I had a better chance.’

He had hurt the enemy in return for his own injury, but he couldn’t find any more openings.

Also, now that Wicken had seen it once, he would figure out how to stop Logan’s time acceleration.

But it couldn’t be helped.

Saving his father was more important than defeating the enemy.

Logan pretended to chase Wicken, who was moving back. Then, Logan disappeared suddenly.

He appeared again near his father, who was trying to dodge arrows and magic bombs from Jordan’s men while carrying Heinckel.

Woo woong.

“No…”

Patrick’s face went white. He had barely dodged the superhuman’s attacks when he saw his son blocking his way, ready to face the fiery aura.

Wicken Callia and Jordan Valterheim were not as strong as each other.

If his son struggled against the Storm Sword…

“…Don’t!”

But then…

Skkk.

With a soft sound, the fiery aura that was about to hit them split apart, scattering to the sides.

Kwakwakwakwa.

Patrick saw the snake eyes wavering in the weakening flames and remembered the technique his son had shown him before the battle.

This was why Logan was confident he could face the superhuman.

The amazing sight barely calmed Patrick’s worried heart.

Moreover…

“Ugh!”

Whether from shock or exhaustion, an arrow slipped through the wavering red aura and hit Duke Jordan’s shoulder.

Kwakwakwakwang!

Then, stumbling from the bombs that followed, he ran away in confusion.

It was strange and sad to see Jordan, the famous Inferno Sword, running away. This made Patrick feel a little better, and he knew what he had to do right away.

“Heinckel, stay with me! Don’t you close your eyes on me! You hear me?”

“Hhh… Lord…”

“Fath…?!”

Ignoring Logan’s voice as he tried to calm him, Patrick ran as fast as he could to the top of the fortress wall.

As soon as he was safely inside the fortress wall, he poured the best potion he had—one of the few in the territory—on Heinckel.

“I’m, I’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for! It’s my fault! Just focus on your injuries! Use your Force!”

When their leader and the knight commander suddenly left, the McLaine soldiers became worried, but…

“The Inferno Sword is running away! Don’t let them escape!”

Logan’s shout from below the fortress wall had an even bigger impact.

Jordan Valterheim’s retreat made the Second Prince’s army lose hope.

As the Second Prince’s army started to retreat, the McLaine soldiers felt much more confident.

“Fire!”

“Kill them all!”

McLaine’s remaining firepower took advantage of the superhuman’s absence, causing heavy losses for the Second Prince’s army.

“Jordan is too far away! Don’t waste arrows! Focus on stopping the knights below the fortress wall!”

The head instructor, Kaisolon, sounded strong and confident, showing that they were about to win.

Seeing the Second Prince’s army retreat, the First Prince’s army also stopped attacking and quickly retreated, even though they hadn’t lost as many soldiers as the Second Prince’s army.

Patrick looked down at the battle and said sadly…

“Because of those useless soldiers, Heinckel…”

What good were strong soldiers?

What good was a large army?

He felt even sadder for his friend’s sacrifice because the enemy didn’t work together, which was shameful for an alliance.

“They don’t trust each other. But that’s good for us. Father, are you alright? How is Heinckel?”

“…He lost an arm, and his Force is badly damaged. I don’t know if he’ll live.”

Heinckel was more than just a soldier to Patrick; he was a close friend he had known for half his life.

The fact that he was in such a dangerous situation made Patrick very sad.

‘And it’s my fault.’

Patrick didn’t want his son to see how upset he was, so he covered his face with his hand.

But when he covered his eyes, he remembered something clearly.

– New knight, Heinckel, reporting. Young lord, I look forward to working with you.

“Ah. Yes, pleased to meet you too.”

He remembered their first meeting. They were both young and full of life.

“Lord! You must get up! You can’t stay like this! You must protect McLaine Estate, your family! Lord Logan is watching!”

He remembered the voice that woke him from his deep sadness after his wife Reina’s death.

“Ah, well, tell them to help my son instead of me.”

“I will always be by your side, my Lord, even if you stop fighting.”

“Goodness, you’re a real piece of work… Heh heh.”

He remembered the happy and friendly talk they had when a bright future seemed close.

It all flashed through his mind quickly.

“Never. I will never let you die like this.”

“Yes. Sir Heinckel is a strong man. He will get better.”

“Yes, I know, I know. Still, I won’t be happy until I’ve given that enemy soldier a taste of my blade.”

The lord was scared before the battle and wanted to retire. But that lord was gone. Now, he was just angry, not scared.

Logan could only lower his head quietly.

The Faction Army will not make the same mistakes again,” Logan said. “They will make a deal, and then they will attack with all their power. They won’t stop halfway like before! But!”

*Thump!*

Logan hit the desk hard with his fist. All the knights in the room looked at him. McLaine Estate was their home and land. The knights were defending it from the Faction Army.

“We have pushed them back three times already!” Logan continued. “We have hurt them badly. They are much weaker now. Even if they attack with everything, we can defend ourselves. We just need to hold on! Help is coming. Time is on our side!”

Even though Logan spoke bravely, the senior knights in the war room still looked worried.

The Knight Commander was badly hurt and couldn’t fight. And no one knew when help would arrive.

Everyone knew the truth. The Grand Duke’s confident words were hiding it.

The attacks had stopped for a moment, but everyone there had been awake for two nights.

The knights could keep going because they had special powers called the Force. But the normal soldiers were collapsing from working too much. They were fighting in shifts, but it was still too much work.

Logan knew this, but he didn’t know what to say.

‘I told them to hurry, but I don’t know the exact date…’

If he made a promise he couldn’t keep, everything would fall apart.

Logan bit his lip, wondering what to say next.

Patrick, who had been watching silently, stepped forward quietly. Patrick was a leader who could inspire his men.

“Feeling trapped? Hopeless?”

“……”

“It’s alright. I feel the same.”

“Father!”

“Lord…?!”

The knights started to whisper.

“I’m not saying Logan is wrong. Time is on our side, and we’ve done great so far. But the problems ahead will be much more dangerous and difficult than before.”

“Father…”

Patrick raised his hand to stop his son from interrupting. He stood in front of the knights with Logan behind him and opened his arms wide.

“Maybe many of us in this room will die in the next battle. Like my friend Heinckel, who died today. And like the many who have been killed by the enemy.”

The room became serious.

“We keep thinking about our dead friends, and memories of them keep coming back. I feel the same. Even with the enemy in front of me, I can only think sad thoughts.”

The lord was actually making his own troops lose hope.

‘I thought he was okay, but Sir Heinckel’s death must have broken him. I have to stop him…’

Logan bit his lip and tried to step forward again.

“But then I had this thought. What would my dead friend think if he saw me like this?”

His sad voice changed.

“Would my friend want me to be overcome by sadness and collapse like this? Or would he want me to fight?”

“He would want us to fight.”

Most of the knights nodded at Logan’s reply.

“Yes. If I were my friend Heinckel, that’s what I would want. The enemy is strong? So what? Who has been winning until now?”

“We have!”

Patrick smiled as he looked at the knights clenching their fists.

“Yes. We have won. Against almost all of the kingdom’s forces.”

The knights started to smile.

“Four of the kingdom’s only five transcendents are right outside. The best soldiers from the two duchies and two marquisates they lead have all gathered as well. And all the Marchlords of the East and West, too. Oh, except for Bipros, whom we finished off, of course. Barons? Counts? No one has even counted them.”

“No!”

Henderson’s loud voice made the room feel more energetic.

“Yes. We have pushed back that very strong force three times. Thanks to all of you! And thanks to our friends who died.”

The war room became serious, and the knights’ eyes burned brightly.

“One day, I want to be able to tell our friends in the afterlife that we, who were just a small barony a few years ago, crushed the kingdom’s best army!”

“……”

“I am proud of the things we have done! Are you all the same?!”

“Yes!!”

The war room almost exploded with the loud voices.

Patrick nodded calmly.

“Yes. I want to tell you all that you have done enough. I want to praise you a lot. Well done, you have been too wonderful. You have done more than I thought possible.”

Patrick raised his voice even louder.

“But I also want to ask if you want to stop now that you’ve done enough. Is that really what you want?!”

“Absolutely not!”

“That is not what we want!”

“We will fight to the end!”

The war room, which had been quiet, was now full of energy and excitement.

Patrick took a deep breath and smiled, his face a little red.

“Yes. I think so too. The end? We decide the end. Let’s go all the way until no one is left in this room! Either them or us! Until we see who is finished first!”

“Yes!!”

“And if we die, let’s tell our friends about the end we saw!”

“Yes!!”

“And I! If possible, I want them to be finished, not us. Does anyone disagree?”

“No!”

“Yes. We have won until now, and we will continue to win in the future. And I want to share all that glory with everyone here. Let’s show them our strength, our resolve!!”

Right after Patrick’s voice, there was a thud.

“Glory to McLaine!!”

“For the flame that will never die!”

“I will follow your orders with my life!”

The knights knelt down one by one, bringing their fists to their chests.

The sad feeling was completely gone, and only burning heat was there.