Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 141

A rolling sound echoed across the open field. Logan McLaine held up something dark and round.

“This is Roger Bipros’s head,” he called out to Wiken Kalia, who stood far away with his soldiers. “A bit old, maybe, but still his. Do you need to see it closer to believe me?”

Wiken Kalia’s face was hard.

“No,” he shouted back. “I believe you will leave. But if you break your promise…”

“Don’t bother promising,” Logan replied. “We’re so sick of war now that we’ll never participate again.”

Wiken Kalia ground his teeth at Logan’s words.

“Heh… fine. You’re capable enough to say that. I’ll see you later, Logan McLaine.”

“You should go back quickly,” Logan said. “The Second Prince’s attack will begin soon.”

“What?”

“The moment you attacked, I already sent the message.”

Well, I’m planning to send it soon.

“What?! You…!”

“You won’t have time to be angry at me, will you?”

“You, I’ll get you later.”

Even as he spoke, Wiken Kalia retreated, wary of Logan, maintaining his glaring posture.

He retreated quickly, moving backward smoothly as if gliding.

He moved back very fast, like a strong wind. Soon, he was behind his Kalia Knights.

– All troops, retreat! Head to the main camp at maximum speed!

Only then did Logan turn around and finally spit out the blood that he had been barely suppressing.

Cough.

“Kuh….”

“Great Lord!”

He heard voices calling him through his fading consciousness, but Logan didn’t have the strength to answer. Inside, Logan was shaking, but he couldn’t let them see that.

Pretending to be calm was now at its limit.

‘I need to send the message quickly… make those guys fight each other to the death….’

He had no choice but to put aside the thoughts that came to mind for a moment.

* * *

Bipros’s attack. And immediately after, we were attacked by the First Prince’s forces, Your Excellency. How am I supposed to take this?

A young man with a face pale with anger appeared on the screen.

His eyes were red and angry.

Normally, he would have plucked out those disrespectful eyes, but Yordan Valtermaim couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice.

Because the McLaine army, tents torn, soldiers wounded, was being shown in real time through the communication device.

“…It’s all my fault.”

A lengthy excuse he had never made in his life.

“To think I would use the weapons I gave you to supplement your insufficient forces… I have nothing to say, even with ten mouths.”

He spoke in an uncharacteristic humble manner, but.

[Roger Bipros is a well-known confidant of Your Excellency. And you’re saying you didn’t know anything about the deeds he committed with such determination?]

It didn’t work at all on the person on the other side of the communication device.

‘Of course, even if that was me….’

Yordan Valtermaim involuntarily ground his teeth. He was pacing in his room, clenching his fists.

He had a bad feeling, but he had to persuade the other party somehow.

The Bipros army was crushed, and now he would lose McLaine as well?

The hard-won momentum was about to disappear again.

“Listen to me! What that guy did was really….”

[We revealed everything and made sacrifices for our group. But we were backstabbed. What would you do if you were Your Excellency?]

He couldn’t even get angry at being interrupted unilaterally.

Because he could feel deep anger in the calm tone coming through the communication device.

“Lord Logan. Calm down and listen to me….”

[I never thought I would be rewarded like this for changing the losing war situation to an advantageous one and for my loyalty in giving up things to end the war. Even more so, I didn’t know Your Excellency’s generosity was so narrow. Do you want me to defect to the First Prince faction?]

“Just listen to me!!”

[Who’s angry right now…!]

“If I really wanted to strike you, would I have only mobilized Roger? Don’t get excited, think calmly, calmly! That was his independent action!”

He was trying to appease him, but he was about to get excited himself.

However, he didn’t try to restrain himself, thinking that it wouldn’t be bad in terms of showing sincerity, and that seemed to have worked to some extent.

[Hmm…. That’s certainly true.]

“So don’t misunderstand! I’ll compensate you for any damage you’ve suffered. First, calm down and let’s talk.”

[Hoo…. Your Excellency, then how will you compensate me?]

“Hmm. First, after the war ends, in addition to the compensation you want….”

[Ha…. End. Of. The. War?]

Yordan felt his blood pressure rise for a moment at Logan’s sarcastic tone.

He had endured with the greatest patience in decades, but.

[Are you kidding me right now? After being backstabbed and taking all the damage, after the war ends? Haha. Are you deliberately trying to make me completely lose it, Your Excellency?]

How dare he speak so rudely to me.

Bubbling anger surged from the depths of his heart, but Yordan had no choice but to endure this time as well.

“…Tell me what you want. I’ll grant you anything I can do.”

Eventually, he let out a sigh and effectively declared surrender.

No matter what he said, it was advantageous to secure McLaine for now.

‘I can just pretend I don’t know later.’

That was his thought, but the other party didn’t even accept that.

[First, my family and I will return to our territory.]

“What?!”

[It’s impossible to continue fighting in this situation. And I’m really sorry, but I can no longer trust the group. So, McLaine is going to drop out of this war altogether. If you win the war, I would appreciate it if you just keep your initial promise.]

“Think again, Logan. McLaine’s value is greater than you think. Even if you don’t carry out the mission right away, just come back and provide weapons, and our victory will be certain. I won’t force you to participate….”

Yordan poured out his own appeasement measures in desperation, but.

[You want me to provide weapons after being backstabbed so badly? Your Excellency. I’m sorry, but I’m not that much of a pushover.]

Logan’s attitude was firm.

“As I said, that was Roger’s independent action…!”

[Because I believe that, I’m at least not going to the First Prince’s army. But it’s also difficult to help the group.]

“You…!”

[I’ll contact you again if my thoughts change in the future. Then, we McLaine will withdraw from the battlefield.]

“No! Think about it a little more….”

“What?!” Jordan Valterheim stared at the device in disbelief. The message had just ended, but the words echoed in his mind.

Why was *he* there? Marquis Kalia? It made no sense.

The spies should have warned us! How did they miss this?

[I bid you farewell. I hope you receive the promised compensation after all this.]

Bzzzt!

The communication abruptly cut off.

Rage filled Jordan. He kicked the desk with all his strength, the wood cracking under the force.

“Luchen Talos! Get in here *now*!” Jordan bellowed. “And tell the army to get ready to move out! *Every single soldier!*”

– Yes? Yes, sir!

The flustered voice from outside the door fueled Jordan’s anger.

“Blast it all! How did things get into this state……!?”

“Finally, I can get out of here!” The great actor cheered enthusiastically after finishing his performance.

Balancing the two factions, instigating a fight, and then slipping away. It was a moment when a plan that seemed impossible was succeeding splendidly, so he couldn’t help but be excited.

And those who were watching felt the same way.

“Heh heh heh. Is it really this easy?”

“Excellent, young master. The plan has been accomplished much faster than expected.”

At the audience’s admiration, Logan erased his excited expression and replied with a smile.

“We really hurt the First Prince’s group, didn’t we? And Bipros is gone from the Second Prince’s side. Perfect! There will be some Liberatio left, so if the Second Prince’s army has any sense, they will soon start the siege again, before they hear the news that we’ve left. And we…….”

“We just need to leave the battlefield and wait for our enemies to fight each other and fall apart, is that it?”

“That’s right.”

“What’s next?”

“I have a plan. I’ll tell you later.”

“Alright, well done. Let’s go home now.” Patrick smiled and patted his son on the shoulder.

“Everyone, stand up! The play is over!”

Beyond the communicator, the soldiers who were covered in blood and collapsed here and there roused themselves.

“Over? Is it really over?” one soldier asked, his voice hoarse with exhaustion, but his eyes wide with hope.

“Yes. We’re going home!” Logan replied, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Wooaaah!” A cheer went up from the soldiers, a mix of relief and joy.

The knight, Henderson, who had buried his body in the ground, leaving only his head out, also opened his eyes wide.

“Get, get me out of here!”

“You madman! Who told you to dig into the ground like that?!”

“It makes it feel more real!”

“Always so enthusiastic in the wrong places…….” Digrom lamented as he picked up a shovel. But even in that lament, there was a bright smile on his face.

Juan Douglas was a powerful wizard, an Archmage. Wizards like him often felt superior to others because of their magic, their Mana. Juan Douglas was no different.

Because of this, there were many wizards who were arrogant and difficult.

And the majority of those wizards showed similar types of patterns. That is, they saw everyone as beneath them unless they were equal to or greater than themselves in magic.

Juan Douglas was a very powerful wizard. He had mastered magic at a young age, becoming one of the most powerful mages in the land by forty. His usual noble status only served to mask his arrogance and elitism.

However, in a moment of being cornered that he had never experienced in his life, his twisted personality had no choice but to burst forth.

“Stop them! I said stop them! Why can’t you do something so simple!”

His army was gradually being pushed back by the sudden onslaught of the enemy. The more enemy knights climbed over the walls, the more his anxious feelings grew.

The Valterheim Knights, who were mindlessly large in number, could not completely stop the Glacier Magic Tower wizards, who were his disciples and grand-disciples, and whom he prided himself on being no less than the Five Great Towers.

And the biggest reason for that was one thing, or rather, one man.

The giant who rendered the hundreds of ballista soldiers he had painstakingly deployed useless and leaped onto the walls.

Crack!

Luther Kyle, who had been trapped in ice by his magic as soon as he climbed onto the wall, was clearly visible, gradually creating cracks in the ice wall and trying to break out.

“Bring the magic stones! All of them!”

If he could get closer, he would cut off his breath himself, but all he could do now was to consume magic stones and use long-range magic with reduced efficiency to restrain him.

Even then, once all the prepared magic stones were used up, he would have to make a dangerous either-or choice. Either he would risk the prince being ambushed and go to the battlefield himself, or he would watch the man destroy his forces.

As his thoughts reached that point, he was annoyed by another superhuman man, his subordinate and son-in-law, who had rushed out to catch a young whelp, risking the situation. The man insisted on going himself, despite his suggestion to send only the elites of the two March lords.

“Wicken, that man dares to ignore my words.”

What he would have normally laughed off on the outside, no matter what his true feelings were, burst out as anger. And the ambient air froze coldly due to the anger unconsciously released by the Ice Archmage, causing the nearby adjutants to shiver.

“W-we sent the signal, so he will come back!”

“He has already arrived nearby!”

A piece of news that slightly eased his anger arrived, and shortly after.

Wham!

Just as the giant trapped in the ice wall was about to break free, his match arrived back at the western wall.

– It’s the Storm Sword!

– It’s Marquis Wicken!

Only then did Juan Douglas, who had been holding his breath, let out a sigh and gave an awkward smile as he looked around the command center, which was covered in white frost.