“Caught.”
Heh.
Exhaling a frosty breath, Killian burst into laughter.
But contrary to his cheerful appearance, Killian was a mess.
The ogre, which should have been taken down with precisely three attacks, took dozens of axe swings to finally be subdued.
The monsters were evolving.
Quickly.
The moment his axe came down, astonishing regeneration immediately began.
In the end, he had to take out the small axe from his waist and use both hands to barely manage the situation.
The snow that had piled up in a brief moment reached up to his knees.
Killian looked up at the pitchdark sky.
‘Snow won’t stop for a while.’
As the Duke had said, the clouds that had densely rolled in made it impossible to even distinguish between day and night.
Though he had lived his life seeing enough of the endless snow, Killian felt a strange premonition.
“Raymon.”
“What.”
Wiping his wet sword, Raymon replied gruffly.
“Let’s move the wounded knights to the 5th fortress, no, to the 4th.”
“Why?”
Although questioning, Raymon already had his signal horn out and in his mouth.
The wave had just started half a day ago.
And already, a fifth of the knights were injured.
Despite the Duke’s effort to drive the monsters to their limit based on previous reports that something was wrong.
It was a literal drive.
The Duke had herded the monsters with his whip of etiquette toward the ice wall.
Only a handful had fallen out of the group.
However, each and every one had become incomparably stronger.
Killian looked at the sprawled ogre in front of him and silently shook his head.
This isn’t just getting stronger.
Everything feels more than twice as powerful.
The size, the regenerative ability, the pure physical strength.
“Do we have to pull all the knights out?”
Raymon didn’t offer an answer to Killian’s question.
However, he didn’t deny it either.
He knew too.
If even their captains were struggling this much, how could ordinary knights hold on?
Staying would mean certain death.
Hoo!
Raymon strongly blew the horn in his mouth and then yelled with all his might.
“All ordinary knights retreat to the 4th fortress and prepare for longrange protection!”
Nobody objected to his order.
That night, a soaked Gillian returned.
Seeing the empty fortress, he shook his wet hair and smiled.
“Worked pretty hard for once.”
The faces of the captains didn’t brighten at their owner’s light praise; they darkened further.
“Should we retreat more?”
At that question, Gillian nodded and added,
“You too.”
No more words were needed.
Immediately, the captains retreated to the 4th fortress, and the knights to the 3rd.
That dawn, from the watchtower of the 4th fortress, Creta let out a sigh.
“My God.”
Surprised by Creta’s unheardof sigh, Raymon took the telescope but quickly tapped it.
Nothing could be seen beyond the telescope.
He tried several times but saw nothing.
“Is this broken?”
“No way.”
Creta snorted at Raymon’s words, adjusted the magnification, and placed it back to his eye.
Instantly, Raymon’s straight shoulders shot up.
The telescope wasn’t broken.
A countless number of monsters had erupted.
“This is…”
“We might have to send the knights back.”
Creta, who had folded the telescope, headed straight for the command room, leaving the watchtower.
This wasn’t cute like a wave.
What flooded over them was hell.
Indeed, it deserved to be called hell.
Clatter.
Running across the frozen stone floor, Creta reached the command room and flung the door open without knocking.
“Duke!”
As he opened the door, Creta was stunned by Gillian, who looked as though he had cracks running all over him like broken glass.
“Duke…?”
Rubbing his eyes, Gillian looked fine.
Apparently, exerting his eyes in the cold had affected his vision.
“What’s going on?”
“It has begun.”
“So soon?”
“Currently, outside the 7th fortress, the number being observed is…”
“Many?”
Gillian Barlock asked lightly while putting away his sword, but Creta couldn’t easily answer.
This was not a level one could simply call “many.”
Ever since becoming Gillian Barlock’s lieutenant, Creta had never once worried for him.
Only needed to look out for himself.
But for the first time today, he worries if he will be alright.
“Too many.”
“As expected. You saw it too when the ice wall burst for the second time.”
His indifferent tone somehow gnawed at the heart.
Without knowing, Creta took a step forward.
“Would it be advisable to reduce their numbers with longrange bombardment or set traps now?”
Consider abandoning the 7th fortress, make the 6th a defensive line, place traps from the 5th and pour fire from the 4th.
Gillian softened his eyes as he looked at Creta, whose voice was tinged with urgency.
“Why, are you worried about me?”
“… ”
Creta couldn’t say no.
“I won’t die, so don’t worry.”
His words were not interrogative, but soothing. It sent chills down Creta’s spine.
“Your Grace!”
“What?”
“Could you at least show some anger?”
“…Why?”
“I feel uneasy because you’re different than usual.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
