I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]: Chapter 339

Whoosh!

As I planted the flag and used [Imperial Territory Declaration], a dazzling light enveloped the area.

“What?!

“What is this… !”

I grinned, hearing the bewildered screams of the Special Ops members.

The place I lured them to was the base camp.

Since it wasn’t hostile territory, it wouldn’t enter [Territory War] status. However, it could generate a territory effect.

And within this territory,

Rumble!

I could form my own fortress!

Gray magic-formed walls rose from all over the area.

The Special Ops members, swept up in the wall’s creation, shouted and rolled away to avoid the walls.

“This isn’t good. There are many good guides in this area too.”

If they had met a good guide like Muyeong, they would have had a pleasant sightseeing trip.

“To think you’d get caught by a swindler like me!”

You guys are all going to die here!

“Prince Ashhhhhh!”

Mason, realizing that I was the cause of this situation, rushed at me,

Crack!

A gray wall formed right in front of me, separating Mason and me.

Sorry, but this fortress can be transformed according to my will! In real-time, too!

‘Which means, in other words!’

It doesn’t necessarily have to be in the form of a typical fortress! Nor does it need to have the function of a fortress!

Whirr! Whirr!

The circular magic fortress, which was initially set as the default, was being reassembled like blocks in real-time according to my will.

The fortress shrank and compressed, changing its shape from a circle to a square-

Thump!

And soon, it transformed into a rectangular structure.

Originally, it was a fortress to block attacks from the outside.

But this time, it would serve as a prison… to confine the guys inside.

‘Rules are meant to be broken!’

A fortress can become a prison if you flip it.

In short, it’s all about how I play with it…!

I wanted to crush them by pushing the walls together, but the size of the prison wouldn’t shrink any further, probably because they were resisting from the inside.

“I won’t take this down until you buy all of this stuff~”

I muttered, kicking the gray magic wall, and then turned around.

“Your Highness!”

“Are you alright, Your Highness?!”

My subordinates, who had been waiting at the base camp, rushed to me.

Elise came with the reserve party that had been dispatched to the Winter Silver Merchant Guild, and Margherita came from the temple.

“Ash! I don’t know what’s going on, but just give the order!”

And even Berdandi’s Holy Grail Exploration Team, who had been waiting at the base camp. I guess I’ve gathered as much as I could in a hurry.

I saw the Shadow Squad, who had been going around the city, evacuating citizens and gathering troops, even with their injured bodies.

I nodded to the three of them.

“Saintess, I’m fine, so treat Lucas and the Shadow Squad first.”

“Ah, I understand… !”

Margherita first poured healing magic on Lucas.

As I watched Lucas’s bloodied body heal, a dwarf blacksmith came running in a hurry.

“Ash!”

“Yes, Kellybay. It’s me.”

“No, what on earth is going on? I heard a rough explanation from Godhand who came earlier…”

“The details can wait. More importantly.”

I held out my hand to Kellybay and gestured.

“Is the equipment I ordered finished?”

“It was still in the final adjustment phase, but…”

Kellybay twisted his bushy beard and grinned, then handed me an object covered in cloth.

“Well, weapons are usually fine-tuned on the battlefield anyway. It looks urgent, so try it out in actual combat right away.”

“Thank you.”

Swoosh-

When I removed the cloth, there was a longsword in its scabbard.

The clean, simple design of the handle was quite familiar.

[Bestowed Sword].

Lucas’s exclusive equipment was complete.

I took it and approached Lucas. Lucas, who had finished his emergency healing, stood up shakily.

“My Lord.”

“Lucas.”

I held out the [Bestowed Sword].

“Take it. It’s your new weapon.”

“…”

Lucas took the longsword and quietly looked down at its handle.

After a silent gaze, Lucas slowly opened his mouth.

“…This sword is the one you first bestowed upon me when I was a child, my Lord.”

I listened quietly. Lucas continued.

“And one night when I betrayed you, the blade shattered into pieces.”

“…”

“Since then, I have always carried this handle with me. To remind myself of my regret and caution for my wrong choice that day.”

Lucas gripped the handle tightly and handed the sword back to me.

“I am not worthy to receive this sword again.”

“…Lucas.”

“I betrayed you, my Lord, and inflicted an indelible wound upon you… I am just a mad dog, not even worthy of being called a hound. I tried to run away from that fact, but this time again, because of my past, you, my Lord…”

“Hey! Shut up! Just be quiet!”

Lucas’s eyes widened as I shouted.

I shouted once more.

“I don’t care!”

“Yes?”

“I’m not curious about some guy’s past!”

Lucas opened his mouth slightly. I pointed my finger at him and continued.

“Whatever you did wrong to me! I’ve already forgotten it.”

No, really. I don’t know, so I’m saying it.

“And whatever you do wrong to me in the future! I’ll forget it again.”

I pushed the sword back into Lucas’s arms, forcing him to hold it, and continued.

“Betrayal?! Do it again! Do it two, three, four times as you please! I don’t care!”

“Yes?! No, yes?!”

“As long as you come back to my side and stay as my knight!”

I slowly took my hand off the sword.

“If you become my friend again. That’s all I need.”

To the protagonist who failed with me 741 times,

I said that, finally reaching the ending.

It might be a bit funny… but even though I was just watching through a computer monitor, I had already considered you, who had been with me on that 742nd journey, a friend.

Lucas, who had been blankly hugging the sword, repeated.

“A… friend?”

“Yes, Lucas.”

I shrugged.

“You and I aren’t master and dog, but friends, right?”

“…”

“Well, of course, that’s just in private, and officially, we have a military hierarchical relationship as commander and knight…”

I trailed off, then cut myself off.

“We’re friends, Lucas. That fact, no matter what happened in the past, no matter what happens in the future, will not change.”

“…”

“Or maybe, am I the only one who thinks that way?”

“No, that’s not it…”

Lucas, with his mouth tightly shut, lowered his head.

His messy, blood-soaked blonde hair hung down, covering his eyes.

“…No, my Lord. Absolutely not.”

I patted Lucas’s shoulder and pointed towards the magic fortress.

“Maintaining the wall is reaching its limit. The guys we trapped inside will come out soon.”

My condition was a mess, but I forced myself to use all the magic potions in my inventory and summoned the fortress. Thanks to that, I quickly reached my limit.

The magic fortress was slowly crumbling. It would soon collapse completely.

“Those guys are villains who plotted to break our front lines.”

I looked around at my subordinates and nodded.

“I declare. They are ‘monsters’ that our monster front line must face… Take them all down!”

“Yes!”

The subordinates answered in unison.

Elise adjusted her sword case, and Berdandi and the Holy Grail Exploration Team took out their respective equipment.

The Shadow Squad and the reserve party also prepared for battle, and Margherita cast shield magic on their bodies.

Lucas’s armor, which had been sent to Kellybay through Godhand, had been quickly repaired.

As Lucas put on the armor with Kellybay’s help, I said to him.

“Lucas.”

“Yes.”

“Cut through it with that sword. Your past.”

To the protagonist of this world.

I, the possessed player, grinned.

“Go get ’em.”

Lucas didn’t put on the tin helmet he was holding, but placed it neatly beside him, then gave me a faint smile.

“…Yes. I’ll be back, my Lord.”

The magic wall disappeared in the distance.

Belatedly, the remaining magic power drained from my whole body like paying off a debt, and then-

I fainted.

***

The Aegis Special Ops Team 1 was a unit selected from the most skilled fighters in the underworld.

In fact, their combat power was quite high, and they often scored similarly in mock battles with the Imperial Knights.

If ambushes, surprise attacks, and the use of various tools were allowed, they could even overwhelm the knights.

The combat power of each of these individuals was comparable to that of the elite heroes of Crossroads.

However.

This time, the situation was too bad.

Thud- Thump!

As soon as they teleported, they were trapped inside a gray wall, and as soon as they were released, attacks poured in from all directions.

Burnout, who had been preparing in advance, deliberately unleashed a barrage of explosive arrows, and Bodybag threw the iron bars that Godhand had created.

The Holy Grail Exploration Team, led by Berdandi, also shot short bows and threw daggers.

The Special Ops members, caught in this ranged firepower without cover, suffered heavy damage in an instant.

“Damn it! Break through in this direction!”

Mason, who had deflected the arrows with his greatsword, roughly commanded his subordinates, when,

A woman in a maid outfit, with short, dark blue hair, carrying a huge coffin, had broken in.

Some of the agents who recognized her identity gasped.

“You are…?!”

“Could it be, the Funeral Swordswoman Elizabeth-”

Amidst the Special Ops members who were desperately swinging their weapons at her, Elise quietly drew the swords from her sword case-

Whack! Clang! Clatter!

Spinning like a top, she instantly slaughtered the Special Ops members.

Mason gritted his teeth as he watched his subordinates fall one by one.

‘At this rate…!’

Thud. Thud.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed. Mason glared in that direction.

“Mason. You’re not suited for the underworld or these secret missions.”

It was Lucas.

His steps were unsteady, as if he wasn’t in his best condition, but his bright blue eyes were firm.

“Why didn’t you join the Knights? Then you could have used that crude swordsmanship.”

Mason chuckled and adjusted his huge greatsword.

“His Highness Fernandez highly values me in a certain area. That’s why he entrusted this mission to me.”

“What area does he value?”

“Surviving.”

Mason smiled fiercely.

“No matter how strong the opponent, no matter how terrible the situation, I somehow manage to survive and succeed in the mission…! I’m confident in that one thing!”

“That wretched life ends here.”

Lucas slowly placed his hand on the handle of his longsword.

“Let’s put an end to our bad blood, Mason.”

“Bad blood? That’s disappointing, young master Lucas.”

Thud-!

Mason kicked off the ground and flew towards Lucas, bringing his greatsword down.

“We had good times too-!”

In response, Lucas drew his sword.

Whirr…!

As the simple handle came out of the scabbard, a faintly glowing blade appeared below it.

Mason frowned.

‘What is that sword?’

It was like… a blade made of light.

Clang!

Lucas’s light-made longsword and Mason’s greatsword collided roughly.

Mason, who was in a power struggle with the blades touching, grinned, revealing his large mouth.

“Nice color, huh? Did you get a new one? It’s shiny and pretty, but what is that sword?”

Lucas answered concisely.

“My regret. And…”

He gathered his hands and gripped the sword handle tightly,

Lucas finished his words with force.

“…My forgiveness.”

Thwack-!

Lucas’s longsword glowed blindingly white, emitting light in all directions.