Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 226

Duu-du-du-du. The sound of thousands of horses’ hooves pounded the ground.

More than 10,000 mounted soldiers galloped across the fields, creating a thunderous roar that shook the earth.

At the head of the formation, Patrick, a middle-aged man with red hair and red eyes, strained his voice, shouting.

“Ride! Ride!”

The mounted force of around 10,000 was mainly MacLane’s crossbow cavalry. They were the best soldiers, chosen for their speed. They had been gathered after the battle. But even for these strong warriors, riding hard for a whole day with little rest was very hard.

In the end…

Heeheeheeing!

A horse, struggling to keep pace at the rear, collapsed.

“Jensen!”

Comrades nearby called out the fallen soldier’s name, but…

“Leave the slow ones behind! Ride on!”

Kaisolon, the head instructor, shouted the order. His voice was cold and harsh. The crossbow soldiers looked straight ahead again.

Horses had fallen before. Many times.

Every soldier was trying his hardest. But their leader, Lord Patrick, was in front, his voice rough from shouting.

“Do not slow down! Rest as little as possible!”

His cry showed his determination to catch Logan, who they had lost track of after the battle.

Seeing their lord leading with bloodshot eyes, the soldiers had no choice but to keep going.

As they continued, they saw a group of soldiers coming toward them.

“It’s the banner of the Armored barony!”

At the soldier’s shout, Patrick frowned. He was in a hurry.

He gritted his teeth.

He could see about fifty knights and ten times that number of soldiers. Even without their full force, MacLane’s crossbow cavalry were the best. They were sure they could destroy a small group of knights with their crossbows alone. If these fools were hostile just because they didn’t know who the knights were, he would crush them.

“All troops, prepare for battle!”

At Patrick’s cold cry, the eyes of the soldiers changed. They readied their crossbows and drew their swords and spears. In moments, they were ready for battle. This showed how well-trained they were.

But they didn’t need to fight.

“Lord Marquis! I am Samuel Armored, Baron! We want to join MacLane’s forces!”

A fleshy, middle-aged man stepped forward, waving a banner wildly. The knights and soldiers behind him were not ready for battle. No one drew weapons, and they didn’t move strangely. They even lowered their heads, afraid of being misunderstood.

‘Hmm?’

Patrick looked closely at them before nodding. Two days after the battle, everyone knew MacLane was unstoppable. Patrick realized that some, or many, might try to join them. His answer was simple.

“Keep moving!”

Duu-du-du-du.

The MacLane forces kept charging forward, as if they hadn’t heard the baron. Samuel Armored’s face turned pale. He had been shouting so eagerly.

“W-wait a moment…!”

Facing 10,000 soldiers was scary.

“Baron Armored! Get out of the way! Or we’ll run you over!”

The baron and his troops were surprised by Patrick’s voice, which echoed across the fields.

“L-Lord Marquis! I came to offer support…!”

“Enough! If you want to support us, follow along!”

Duu-du-du-du.

The ten thousand horsemen kept galloping, and Samuel Armored, who had raised his banner to join them, had to quickly get out of the way.

“Damn it…!”

It was frustrating.

But why had he come here? MacLane had won the battle and become the most powerful force. If he wanted to gain power and favor, he had no choice.

“Follow them, no matter what!”

He had to grit his teeth and follow.

Heeheeheeing.

But Samuel Armored’s wish was not easy to achieve. In the next two days, at least ten families of small and medium nobles, with over 5,000 soldiers, joined MacLane’s group.

Duu-du-du-du.

“How many people are there?”

“MacLane is really strong.”

“Is the world about to change?”

Murmur murmur.

The soldiers poured through the city gates. The people watching from the streets or hiding in their homes were very afraid. They had just seen over a thousand knights racing toward the royal castle. And now, this large army was following. The citizens were not concerned about the nobles’ politics, but they felt a sense of crisis.

Patrick’s cry as he entered the outer castle made the citizens even more anxious.

“Companies 1 through 5, search the east side of the inner castle; companies 5 through 10, the south; companies 11 through 15, the north; and the rest, the west! Arrest all the nobles and bring them to the royal castle! Kill anyone who fights back!”

“Yes, sir!”

“L-Lord Marquis! What should we do?”

Patrick, about to rush into the royal castle, glared at Samuel with murderous eyes. His eyes looked dangerous and intense.

Hic.

Samuel flinched at the chilling aura.

“From now on, we are in charge of the capital! You will search the entire outer castle and arrest any nobles who have escaped!”

Patrick had given them a task that would make them important in taking over the capital.

“Yes, sir!”

“Understood!”

“We will follow your orders with loyalty.”

The small and medium nobles responded loudly, but Patrick didn’t listen. He was already running toward the inner castle.

“H-hey! There’s nothing in here…!”

“Get out of the way! We won’t allow resistance!”

“No, this is our home…!”

Crash!

As Patrick ran, he saw soldiers ransacking houses everywhere. The nobles’ mansions were in chaos. A small number of knights or soldiers were blocking the entrances.

“How dare you rebels oppress the nobility?! Get out of here!”

A fat noble spoke, and two knights under him pushed the soldiers. They were at least mid-level knights, judging by the red aura from their swords.

“Even traitors should respect the nobility! Looking at these soldiers, I can see how low MacLane is!”

The soldiers hesitated and retreated.

Patrick stepped forward.

“Get out of the way!”

Swaaaack!

Patrick shouted and cut off the head of the noble who was arguing for his rights.

“H-Hic!”

Patrick glanced at the noble’s terrified men and scolded his own soldiers who had hesitated.

“Kill anyone who fights back! Arrest all nobles with power or forces in the capital! If you hesitate, you will die!”

“Y-Yes, sir!”

The allied soldiers, pale-faced, answered quickly and resumed their search. The other nobles who had been resisting shrank back.

From then on, things were easier.

“No exceptions! Arrest all the nobles!”

MacLane’s soldiers began to search, or rather, destroy the nobles’ mansions even more boldly.

Bang!

“There are guys hiding here!”

“Drag them out and tie them up!”

“Ack! You crazy bastards! Do you know who I am?!”

Thud.

“Ugh…?”

Plop.

“Tie them up and get them out of here! We’re going to the next mansion!”

The nobles’ struggles didn’t stop MacLane’s soldiers.

“Hurry!”

Such scenes happened throughout the inner castle of Gran. Some nobles acted differently.

“Hiiik. P-Please, spare my life. Just my life.”

Some cowards trembled and begged as soon as the soldiers arrived.

“I will not resist. Just keep my family safe.”

Some nobles knelt down.

“Haha. I’ve been waiting. I’ll lend you my soldiers. I’m a cousin of Count Floyd….”

Some even offered to help MacLane.

The capital city of Gran was in chaos.

‘Thank goodness. The nobles are being taken care of.’

Patrick, who had created this chaos, headed for the royal castle.

“Attention! We salute the Lord!”

The knights guarding the broken main gate saluted Patrick.

Patrick jumped off his horse.

“Where’s Logan?”

“He went inside toward the main hall! The knights are taking over the royal castle, and we are guarding outside in case of…”

“I understand. Good work.”

Patrick disappeared without listening to the answer.

The knights watched him go, then remembered their duty and looked outside. The streets were in chaos. The inner castle was like a battlefield. But they watched calmly.

Their lord had created the chaos.

– This is a rebellion. If we don’t stop it, we will die.

The knights calmly watched the destroyed streets, thanks to their lord’s logic.

“Attention! We have taken the outer castle’s detached palace.”

“Huk! Lord! We have taken the inner castle’s three palaces.”

The knights greeted Patrick as he walked quickly.

Patrick nodded and walked along the path his son had taken.

‘We have taken the royal castle and the nobles of the capital. Some may have escaped, but they can’t win.’

Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

He felt the end of the civil war was near.

His heart was beating fast. He entered the main hall.

He stopped.

He saw the king’s body on the throne, bleeding.

“Ummm….”

He had been prepared for this, but he stopped. He looked at his son, who was standing blankly below. The king’s blood was pooling. His son was staring at it. His son’s sword looked clean.

‘…Now there’s no turning back.’

Patrick bit his lip, feeling heavy. He looked at his son and spoke with difficulty.