To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 126

Episode 126 All-out war with Proxia (2)

The academy’s professors and students all fled to Gehel, which was the closest.

The evacuation was perfect as it was a place where there were many people in the leadership hierarchy of the Holy Kingdom, starting with the children of nobles and priests and lords of the upper ranks.

The feat of the saint was passed down like a heroic story to them who were watching the situation from a safe place.

It is also the first time since the founding of the country that it has been bestowed with the title of rain, the second surname of heroes.

The bloody battle with the Necromancer, which had once been extremely dangerous, was recorded like a history book.

The absolute strength of having eliminated thousands of undead with a single spell was to the point of being the subject of envy from many magic academy students.

When it was revealed that the saint who touched the hearts of many as a hero of the reverse was actually Professor Ray, not only the Academy of Magic, but also all academies were turned upside down.

Did you think that the young professor full of humanity who laughed and chatted with you was a saint?

In addition, he even subdued the necromancer, who was called the disaster of the continent, alone.

In fact, that necromancer was being interrogated in the Holy Land.

The truth of the matter was quickly revealed.

It was because he found out that his parents had participated in the hero ceremony without having to ask the Holy Kingdom directly.

The students of the Magic Academy opened their mouths wide open.

A superior understanding of the science of thinking and magic that cannot be followed by current magic theories.

I had always wondered how in the world such a young professor knew such theories.

Knowing all the facts after Hana, they thought it was wrong to start wondering about the saint.

Wouldn’t it be absurd to try to understand him who accomplished the feat of defeating the necromancer, the natural enemy of wizards, and protecting the kingdom at that age?

The news I heard was not one of them.

It is said that the saint is now unconscious and collapsed.

I don’t know if there was anyone in the world who defeated the Necromancer alone, but I couldn’t help but think that it would be difficult to win the current war just by the fact that the saint had been defeated.

It means that the enemy is strong enough to eliminate the largest force in the castle.

In fact, the enemy army was attacking Gehel with the remaining forces after enclosing Selonia.

I’ll have to fight to protect this place, but I’m afraid to hear that even such a strong saint was killed.

They were still students.

Of course, when death is right in front of your eyes, you fall into a panic.

Of course, the enemy didn’t attack right away, so it’s okay so far, but you don’t know what will happen later.

However, they still did not know.

It’s not just the enemy’s troops that invade Gehel, it means that there are also monsters.

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Iriel ordered all troops to retreat.

The four sword masters did not just watch it.

The damage was no joke because of those who picked and killed only commander-level figures while chasing those who quickly retreated.

This is damage to the extent that it can no longer be considered a tactical retreat.

The troops who had retreated to the inner regions of Gehel were looking miserable.

Although the wounds were properly treated, it is impossible to restore the mental strength.

It’s only natural that he couldn’t stand it because he couldn’t even rest for three days and continued to fight.

They couldn’t rest because they were pushed behind in numbers.

Aren’t they pushed and pushed to the inside of Gehel?

I gave up on the local areas and prepared a defensive posture focusing on Selonia and Gehel Silien, but even that was broken through.

How on earth is the power of the emerging force called Proxia, so that it drives the kingdom like this!

There were neighboring countries that belatedly received a request for support from the Seongguk, but they were in a hush atmosphere because they did not want their backs to burst in the whale fight.

If this happens, the kingdom has no choice but to fall like this.

If he loses with troops or in a large-scale battle, then his words have been exhausted.

At least among them, there was one scion of a clever nobleman, and that one was holding on, concocting a strategy.

At the strategy meeting, that one son was in the forefront of the whole situation.

On one side, even Iriel burst into admiration.

Griaia pointed to one axis of the map and said.

“While the 7th Holy Knights block the front, Marquis Harold’s knights, please prepare to strike from the rear here. Priests and priests fully manage the Holy Knights.”

The way she showed great concentration and explained each strategy one by one was not suitable for her age.

It looks somewhat similar to Ray’s confident look.

Iriel, who thought of the students attending the academy as immature children of aristocrats, realized that his thoughts were changing.

Griaia saw through the opponent’s strategy and supplemented the weakness of the troops with a tactic of looking ahead.

She knows the geography of the Holy Land quite well, so her strategy has worked well so far.

It was mostly thanks to her that he was able to survive the enemy forces during this month without Ray.

However, as the four sword masters began to appear, the seemingly perfect strategy slowly collapsed.

In the first place, sword masters and 6th circle mages are superhumans that cannot be counted.

There were four of them who said they were equivalent to one legion alone, so there was no way the strategy would work.

If you were to stop them as a strategy, you had to look at least two or three moves ahead.

However, there was no way anyone would use such an unheard-of strategy.

Griia came up with the best strategy she could now.

The Sword Master blocks the front line where the Knights are supposed to come from, and strikes the troops behind him with the Knights of Marquis Harold and the Magic Troops of Count Grain.

And among them, the famous knights of the Marquis of Crelan form a separate detachment and slash the heads of enemy commanders.

If this strategy goes well, it could bring things to a boil.

Iriel nodded his head after hearing the operation again.

“It’s fine. Let it go like this.”

“All right.”

At first, there was a lot of resistance, but they watched Gryia’s performance for a month.

Having already experienced it as a result, I now had a lot of confidence in her strategy.

Iriel also had good tactics, so he had no intention of stopping them.

If I had spit out nonsense, I would have prevented him from even stepping in in the first place.

The enemy camp camped in front of the gate of Gehel.

It seems that he is quite confident in setting up a fire and setting up a hut in an area not far from the gate.

However, it was not a distance that they could attack with an arrow, so there was nothing they could counter.

Can’t we attack first, leaving the best defensive highland called the castle wall?

Iriel ordered the soldiers to rest while maintaining a light combat posture.

The best time to rest was now, when the enemies had no intention of fighting.

Of course, that includes her.

Sitting by the nearby fire, Iriel sighed after taking off her armor.

Zeke laughed at him.

“Are you having a hard time without a saint?”

They went through several battles together for a month and became quite close.

We can now exchange jokes quite a bit.

Iriel smiled at those words.

“There is that, but I didn’t know that the difference between me and the Holy Son was so great.”

Dozens of times a day, ‘What if the Holy Son was here instead of me?’ I thought.

Each time, the answer came quickly.

If he had been there instead of himself, he would have pushed the front line as it was, whether there was a 6th circle great mage or a sword master in the enemy army.

It was a force enough to shatter all strategies and tactics.

I realized that whenever I felt the difference in power with him, my heart that relied on him grew stronger.

As a saintess of a country, such things are of no help whatsoever.

I had to be strong and try to get ahead of him.

Zeke, who watched Iriel’s appearance from the side, was surprised inside.

Whether she knew it or not, Iriel was getting stronger.

Not only was he physically strong, but his mind was also strengthened.

Even if he encounters enemies stronger than himself, he does not panic at all and orders a retreat even at the risk of military losses.

In addition, I only thought about winning even in a situation where there were only bad conditions like now.

He always rushes to win every battle and values each and every life.

The arrogant and cold-hearted saintess in the past disappeared, leaving only one charming saintess full of humanity.

Zeke thought.

‘If the Holy Son hadn’t been there, I would have attended this person.’

To that extent, Iriel was a genius and a hard worker.

They sat around a campfire, sipping soup and talking.

Then Veris and Grayan Seris gathered there.

“Veris is meeting the saintess.”

“Grayan meets the saintess.

“Seris sees the saintess.”

Everyone greets each other and takes their seats.

They were also pretty close friends.

They led the family’s troops and helped in the war, and they were very grateful to Seongguk.

Of course, if the Seongguk disappears, their families also disappear, so it would be natural to help them, but there were a lot of people who didn’t help even after knowing it.

Iriel lightly raised his hand to greet them.

“Why do you come to a place like this, leaving a good seat?”

Jack said playfully.

He also looked quite different from his first appearance.

At first, he would have lightly ignored the words of Veris and Seris.

It was after Hana Ray started to loosen up little by little and her personality became quite flexible after wandering around many battlefields.

Grayan replied with a slight smile.

“Where are the good seats and the bad seats on a battlefield like this?”

“That too.”

Seris said with a bowl of steaming soup.

“I will be busy again tomorrow.”

Iriel nodded.

“I can’t help it. Because now is the time to be busy.”

“I feel like I haven’t been able to rest for the past few days. Haa…”

She grumbled, tying her hair back.

It was to prepare for it, not knowing when it might happen.

Veris smiled as she saw her acting and speaking separately.

“It feels strange these days that we are talking like this.”

He did too.

In normal times, they acted for the benefit they could get somehow, but when danger comes, they move as one body.

There, they could feel a strong bond that they had never felt before.

One thinks for all and all works for one.

The situation was even ecstatic when those wonderful things only appeared when danger was encountered.

It was different from before, when I was envious and jealous and tried to get what I wanted somehow.

The feeling of having lived a meaningful day.

A wonderful sense of unity that cannot be expressed in words.

It was set as a scam for all of them.

Perhaps the reason they were able to hold on for a month without collapsing was not because of Griia’s strategy, but because of this trivial unity.