The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations

Andrew and Leo anxiously waited for Ghislain. Even the soldiers didn’t touch the food and drinks they had been offered.

The Swipel forces had completely locked down the lord’s castle. This was no invitation to a feast—everyone present could feel it.

Andrew and Leo were supposed to enter, but no one was even calling them in anymore. It was clear from the start—Ghislain had been the true target.

Tensions ran high. Both sides had formed up in battle formations, watching each other warily.

Tyrone massaged the back of his neck and muttered,

“This is taking too long. What if we just charge in?”

“Hmm…”

Andrew bit his lip, deep in thought.

Ghislain had said he would give a signal when everything was ready. But there was still no sign from inside.@@novelbin@@

“Let’s wait a little longer.”

Despite his anxiety, Andrew chose to trust Ghislain. Moving their forces recklessly could ruin everything.

As they waited, suddenly—

BOOM!

A massive explosion erupted from inside the castle, and a pillar of fire shot into the sky.

Andrew and Leo’s faces lit up.

“It’s the signal!”

That was the sign Ghislain had promised—proof that the plan had succeeded.

The Swipel troops didn’t know what it meant, but they immediately sensed that something had gone terribly wrong.

By their original plan, the count should have emerged with his knights by now.

Their commanders panicked and shouted,

“Move! Get into the castle now! Something’s happened to the lord!”

Andrew immediately issued his own order.

“Stop them! Don’t let them get inside!”

“WAAAAAHHHH!”

The so-called feast was already forgotten. Both sides had been prepared for a fight, and they clashed instantly.

The strangest part?

The knights of Nodehill and Raks weren’t wielding blades. They were armed with iron clubs instead.

They were the first to charge into the Swipel soldiers, swinging their weapons wildly.

Thwack! Thud! Crack!