Category: JP WN

“This magic… may I ask a question about it?”

“Aye.”

Elias gave a slight nod, prompting the male hero to glance down at the documents before speaking.

“The spell formation is quite intricate. From what magic tome was it taken?”

—At this inquiry, Elias fell into brief silence. The hero, noticing this, furrowed his brows.

“…Is something the matter?”

“Nay, merely recalling. The truth of it is, I acquired this magic during my time in the Eastern Front, before I was appointed as a Holy Knight. It is a spell devised for luring magical beasts into traps. Since we never engaged in expansion efforts, our battles were always fought in a defensive stance, which necessitated learning such means. However… as for what tome it hails from, I cannot quite recall. My apologies.”

“I see. So, you have a repertoire of spells such as this?”

“Aye, to some extent.”

At this response, the hero seemed satisfied. Perhaps he had been considering the practicality of the technique for future use in battle.

Elias, meanwhile, reflected inwardly.

(…It is likely best that I do not reveal the truth—that I crafted this magic specifically for this subjugation effort.)

In the Eastern Front, where monstrous threats were far more dire, conventional spells documented in tomes often proved insufficient. Thus, knights were compelled to devise countermeasures of their own. That was why Elias, despite being a knight, had cultivated the ability to develop new magic.

(Frenn, too, possesses such an ability. Indeed, given how swiftly decisions must be made on the battlefield, the capacity to create spells was nearly indispensable. Now that I think on it… I have yet to see any knights or even mages here in the North developing their own spells.)

For a fleeting moment, he considered answering truthfully. However, had he admitted the spell was of his own making, it would have only led to bewilderment.

(There is a stark difference between the East and the North. In the East, where manpower and resources were scarce, we had no choice but to make do with what we had. By contrast, in the North, should a formidable foe emerge, they possess both the personnel and supplies to compensate… It is a fine thing, yet at the same time, it seems to have made them reliant, diminishing their inclination to devise solutions of their own.)

Though these thoughts occupied his mind, Elias understood well that, ordinarily, knights did not involve themselves in the crafting of spells. That task fell to the mages. And so, he chose to leave matters as they were.

“—And this necklace and bracelet, where did you acquire them?”

This time, it was Misheana who posed the question, her gaze shifting to the tools at hand.

“They are rather plain in design.”

“…I had Frenn search for them. You have no complaints about the design, I trust.”

“None at all. Just seems like a practical choice.”

(…Likely best that I do not mention I crafted them myself as well.)

Observing their reactions, Elias reaffirmed this decision.

“If you are truly interested in the mechanics of the trap magic, I would not mind providing a detailed explanation after the subjugation.”

With that, he cast his gaze across the assembled individuals and continued,

“That concludes the explanation regarding these tools. Before the battle begins in earnest, ensure you have mastered the use of the trap spell. Other than that, you are free to spend your time as you see fit. Furthermore, as I cannot leave this fortress, those who have been summoned for this task will be stationed elsewhere. It is uncertain whether the necklaces will maintain connection across all distances, so we should confirm our lines of communication now. Let us continue the discussion a while longer—”

 

As Elias made his final preparations and awaited the day of the subjugation, the kingdom officially declared its intent to proceed. A proper force was assembled, and the entirety of the Northern territories was set into motion.

Among those selected for the subjugation effort was Misheana, who had personally requested Elias as her companion. However, this led to a minor complication. It was unheard of for a Holy Knight to be singled out as a mere companion, and this drew the ire of several Holy Knights from other fortresses.

“—And, what became of the commotion?”

In his chamber, Elias listened as Frenn delivered her report.

“Judging by her nature, I cannot imagine she backed down.”

“The issue arose because the commanding Holy Knight in charge of the subjugation force objected to your presence on the battlefield. And, as expected, Misheana refused to yield.”

“And what reasoning did she offer?”

“I was not present to hear the conversation firsthand, but from what I gathered, she insisted on working alongside you due to your cooperation in the battle against the Red Wolf.”

“…A Holy Knight being personally requested is an unusual circumstance, but her justification is sound enough. And the outcome?”

“Considering that Misheana has the backing of House Levent, and given that her prominence has been steadily rising, the commanding knight determined that stirring conflict would be unwise. He ultimately relented. However, your assigned position within the force has been placed considerably toward the rear.”

“The rearguard, then.”

“She is reportedly dissatisfied with the decision, but appears to have judged that pressing the issue further would only breed unnecessary discord.”

“She knows when to stand her ground, and when to withdraw… A commendable trait. I must say, this arrangement is rather ideal.”

At this remark, Frenn arched a brow.

“Ideal, you say?”

“Had we been assigned to the vanguard, setting up traps would have been far more complicated. Coordinating with our allies, securing the necessary timing… the entire effort would have required far greater finesse. But with this development, we have been granted a degree of autonomy.”

“If we remain in the rear, we will have more freedom to act. However, does that not lower our chances of encountering the magic beast?”

“Hmph. That remains to be seen. The magic beast, Alder, is assuredly aware of the kingdom’s mobilization. Whether it has some higher intelligence guiding it remains unknown, but there is no doubt it will act in a manner beyond the kingdom’s expectations. If so… then our chance to strike shall yet come—”

As preparations for the subjugation of the Beast Older continued, Elias, too, made steady progress. Eventually, Misheana returned, bringing with her the warriors whom Marie had secured to assist in the operation.

“We’ve established a separate base. When the time for battle comes, we’ll regroup and coordinate.”

“Understood.”

“In the meantime, I’d like to hold a strategy meeting.”

Misheana turned toward the individuals accompanying her—a dark-haired male warrior and two mages, one male and one female.

“I’ve worked with all three of them before. Their strength is proven, and they owe Marie a favor. They’re willing to follow your lead.”

Elias gave them a quick glance before nodding.

“Then let’s go over the plan.”

 

Inside the fortress conference room, the group gathered around a round table, standing as they discussed their approach.

“The biggest issue with Older is that we have no way of knowing when or where it will appear. That means our traps must be set based on its observed movements.”

Misheana furrowed her brows.

“Do we have any way to lure it out?”

Elias shook his head.

“Previously, I used a method of releasing magical energy to attract beasts, but Older is too intelligent for that. If it senses a trap, it won’t take the bait.”

“Then how do we determine the best location for setting traps?”

Elias turned to Frenn, who nodded and began her explanation.

“We’ve analyzed Older’s past movements. Its speed is extraordinary, but it only uses its high-speed ability when engaging with an enemy. Outside of battle, it moves at a normal pace. This means that during the subjugation effort, we can predict its likely routes.”

She paused for a moment before continuing.

“Of course, we cannot guarantee absolute accuracy. It’s a gamble, and given Older’s intelligence, it may deviate from expectations. However, because its combat strength is so reliant on movement, it cannot afford to stray too far from its established patterns.”

Elias sighed.

“If our predictions fail, don’t come complaining to me.”

Misheana smirked.

“If that happens, I guess we’ll just have to call it bad luck.”

Elias recalled his previous encounter with Older. If it had any awareness of his strength, it might actively avoid him—or worse, seek him out first as a priority target.

(I could act as bait to draw it into the trap… that might be the best approach.)

But he kept that thought to himself for now.

“Regardless, we’ll do everything we can to make this work.”

Misheana and the others nodded in agreement.

“Now, let’s go over the actual trap setup. The necessary tools have already been secured. Since everyone’s here, I’ll distribute them now.”

Elias placed several objects on the table.

“We’ll be using three main items: enchanted pendants for communication, bracelets that suppress magical presence, and detailed instructions for setting the traps. I’ll explain each one.”

He picked up the first item—a small, intricately crafted pendant.

“This allows for communication using magic. Unlike direct spellcasting, which requires focus, these pendants activate passively by channeling a small amount of mana. It’s crucial for coordinating movements without exposing ourselves.”

Misheana examined one of the pendants before nodding.

“So we can stay in constant contact while positioning the traps. Makes sense.”

“Exactly. Next, the bracelet. Normally, humans constantly leak small amounts of magical energy, which makes it easier for beasts to detect us. Skilled knights and warriors can suppress their presence to some extent, but in a battlefield scenario, it’s difficult to maintain that control.”

Elias tapped the bracelet lightly.

“This tool will minimize the energy we emit. It won’t make us completely invisible to Older, but it will reduce the likelihood of drawing its attention before we’re ready.”

“So, it’s a way to make trap-setting easier?”

“Right. With the subjugation force moving openly, we don’t want to stand out unnecessarily.”

Misheana and the others nodded, acknowledging the necessity of the tools.

Finally, Elias picked up a set of written instructions.

“The third item—this contains the steps for setting up the traps. We won’t be placing physical traps but rather using magic-based containment measures. I’ll handle the actual fight alongside Misheana. The rest of you will be responsible for setting the traps in real-time. Review the instructions carefully and make sure you understand the necessary spells before the battle.”

Elias distributed the documents to the three warriors. The male warrior scanned the pages briefly before speaking.

“Misheana has officially committed to the subjugation of Older.”

Marie’s voice was calm as she continued her discussion with Elias and Frenn.

“She has requested your aid, Elias, along with Frenn’s. Given the circumstances, I would like to provide whatever support I can.”

Elias studied Marie carefully.

“Support? In what way?”

“You are a Holy Knight, so I doubt you have any need for additional equipment—your weapons and armor are likely supplied by the kingdom. However…”

Marie’s gaze sharpened slightly.

“I hear you have a strategy in mind. If there’s any way my resources can assist in that, I would be willing to contribute.”

Elias raised an eyebrow.

(She’s offering before I even ask? That’s unusual… But useful.)

He leaned back in his chair.

“I won’t lie; I could use the help. The biggest challenge right now is manpower.”

Marie nodded thoughtfully.

“You require personnel to carry out your preparations, I assume?”

“That’s right. I need a few people to handle setup during the battle itself, meaning they must also be capable of defending themselves against monsters. The problem is that most capable warriors are already assigned to the main subjugation force. I can’t just pull from the northern knights or adventurers on my own authority.”

Marie crossed her arms, contemplating.

“How many people do you need?”

“Three, ideally. Any less, and the strategy becomes significantly riskier. But finding even three suitable individuals is difficult in my position.”

A small smile played across Marie’s lips.

“Then I believe this is where I can help.”

Elias watched her closely.

“You have candidates in mind?”

“I am acquainted with several warriors—adventurers and knights alike. Some may not be participating in the main battle. If I negotiate, I can likely secure a few to assist you.”

“Wouldn’t they prefer to join the main subjugation force?”

“Possibly, but not necessarily. Not every capable fighter has committed to the battle. And given my influence, I believe I can persuade a few to take on this role.”

Elias was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“If you can manage that, it would be a tremendous help.”

Marie raised a single finger.

“However, before I fully commit, I have one question.”

She straightened her posture, her gaze now serious.

“If your strategy succeeds, you will gain recognition. You will earn military achievements and influence. What do you intend to do with that?”

Elias narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Are you concerned that my rise in influence might negatively impact you?”

Marie chuckled softly.

“Not particularly. But as a merchant, I prefer to be cautious about where I invest my efforts. I don’t wish to offer assistance only to later find that it was to my detriment.”

“A merchant’s prudence, huh…” Elias exhaled. “Fair enough. To answer your question—my goal is to gain enough influence to reach the royal court.”

Marie tilted her head slightly.

“And why is that?”

Elias hesitated for a brief moment before deciding.

“Can this remain confidential?”

“Of course.”

Marie’s expression was calm, but Mishaena, sitting beside her, nodded as well.

“You have my word.”

Elias glanced at Frenn.

“I follow your lead, Elias.”

Reassured, Elias finally spoke.

“The eastern front—the region where I served—has been neglected by the kingdom’s administration. The reports that reach the capital are incomplete or outright distorted. As a result, the soldiers and warriors still fighting there receive no proper recognition or support.”

Marie’s gaze sharpened slightly.

“And you wish to correct that oversight?”

“Yes. My former comrades are still risking their lives out there. They deserve proper acknowledgment and fair treatment.”

Marie studied him carefully for a long moment before smiling.

“Your answer lacks ambition from a merchant’s perspective, but I see that you value loyalty. And if Mishaena speaks highly of you, I won’t dismiss your ideals so easily.”

She leaned forward slightly.

“I see no harm in assisting you. In fact, if you succeed and gain influence, there may be times when your position benefits me as well.”

Elias nodded.

“Then I’ll accept your support. Thank you.”

Marie chuckled.

“No need for gratitude just yet. Let’s see how this plays out first.”

 

Marie stood, smoothing out her robes.

“I’ll handle securing additional personnel for your strategy. Mishaena will serve as the liaison to avoid unnecessary complications. Is that arrangement acceptable?”

Elias nodded.

“That should work.”

“One more thing—bringing those individuals to this fortress might place a burden on your commander, Noark.”

“That’s true.” Elias sighed. “He already seemed displeased about your visit.”

Marie smirked.

“Then I’ll work with Mishaena to arrange logistics outside this fortress. We’ll avoid causing unnecessary trouble.”

With that, she turned toward the door.

“Elias, I wish you luck in the upcoming battle.”

“Let’s hope I don’t need it.”

Marie laughed softly.

“I like your confidence. And don’t worry—should you fail, I won’t hold it against you. I’ve already gained valuable insight just from this meeting.”

She gave a polite nod, then exited the room, Misheana following after her.

Elias watched them go, feeling like a storm had just passed through.

 

Frenn, still standing beside him, exhaled lightly.

“She’s quite the bold one.”

Elias chuckled.

“That she is.”

Frenn continued, still watching the now-empty doorway.

“She’s refined, but… there’s a confidence in her. She believes in her own judgment without hesitation.”

Elias nodded.

“That’s probably why she’s a successful merchant. She’s willing to take calculated risks.”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“I never interacted much with nobles back in the east. Having a conversation like that felt like a first for me.”

Frenn smirked.

“Not a bad experience, I take it?”

Elias shrugged.

“Could have been worse. At least she wasn’t arrogant or condescending.”

As they spoke, the two of them watched until Marie and Mishaena’s figures disappeared from view.

Though the merchant had left, the plans she had set into motion were only just beginning.

Several days after his encounter with the Older beast, Elias continued his preparations, anticipating Mishena’s return. By now, the final stages of the beast’s subjugation efforts were underway, and knights and adventurers alike were rallying at the front lines.

Though Elias considered reporting his unexpected skirmish with Older, he ultimately decided against it.

(They’d dismiss it as nonsense, anyway.)

It was beyond most people’s imagination that Older would target a specific individual. Instead of dealing with skepticism and bureaucracy, Elias focused on his own preparations.

Then, at midday, a soldier arrived with a summons.

“Sir Elias, Lady Mishena has returned.”

Elias, accompanied by Frenn, went to the fortress entrance to greet her.

---

Mishena stood waiting—but she was not alone.

Alongside her were a few individuals of note: two knights in polished armor, evidently bodyguards, and a young woman draped in a flowing robe.

She had chestnut-colored hair, warm eyes, and an aura of nobility, yet there was something distinct about her. She lacked the arrogance commonly associated with highborn lords. Instead, she carried herself with an air of composed confidence.

Her voice, when she spoke, was both warm and measured.

“A pleasure to meet you, Sir Elias.”

Elias regarded her carefully.

“No need for formality. Just Elias is fine.”

“Then, Elias, allow me to introduce myself. I am Marie Levent. Please, call me Marie.”

At the mention of her name, Elias’s expression shifted slightly.

(Even I’ve heard of the Levent name… Mishena, just what kind of connections do you have?)

The Levent family was a renowned merchant house—a family that had ascended through wealth rather than noble blood. Their economic influence had rapidly expanded, even reaching the royal capital.

Mishena, noticing his reaction, smirked.

“Marie is the second head of her house.”

Marie gave a small, graceful nod.

“My predecessor retired three years ago. Since then, I’ve been managing our affairs, though my family’s reputation was already well established before my tenure.”

Elias noticed the reaction from the soldiers around them.

Even the fortress commander, Noark, who had clearly been informed of Marie’s arrival, bore a wary expression.

(A noble—no, a powerful merchant’s visit must be politically sensitive… Noark doesn’t seem too pleased.)

But there was no changing the fact that Mishena had brought Marie here.

“Shall we move somewhere more private?”

“Yes, let’s talk in a more comfortable setting.”

---

Inside a private meeting room, Marie’s knights remained outside while she, Mishena, Elias, and Frenn took their seats.

Elias wasted no time.

“Let’s start with the obvious question. You have an interest in me—but why?”

Marie smiled.

“Not for political maneuvering, if that’s what concerns you.”

“You already have connections to other Holy Knights, then?”

“Of course.”

Elias narrowed his eyes.

“Then why go out of your way to meet me?”

Marie tilted her head slightly.

“Simple curiosity. A Holy Knight from the eastern territories, who rose from a humble background and was strong enough to gain Mishena’s respect—I wanted to meet you myself.”

Elias frowned.

“You traveled all the way here just out of curiosity?”

“Yes.”

Her response was so straightforward that Elias couldn’t help but sigh internally.

(So that’s how it is… At least she’s direct about it.)

“So, you came here because your friend Mishena spoke well of me, and you wanted to confirm it with your own eyes?”

“Exactly.”

Mishena interjected with a smirk.

“Marie’s always been like this. She has to see things for herself, even when it’s not necessary. She calls it ‘sharpening her eye for business,’ but really, she’s just nosy.”

Marie chuckled.

“I understand your suspicion, Elias. After all, you have no reason to trust my intentions. However, I do have some personal motivation as well.”

Elias’s eyes sharpened.

“And that is?”

“I don’t have many connections with Holy Knights stationed in the northern frontiers. Since Mishena has taken an interest in you, I see no reason not to establish a connection as well. It may prove useful in the future.”

“I’m just a Holy Knight stationed at a rear support fortress. I doubt I’d be of much value to you.”

Marie’s eyes glimmered with intrigue.

“You say that, but considering Mishena’s assessment of your abilities, I suspect your role may change soon. Perhaps even during this upcoming battle against Older.”

She smiled knowingly.

Elias exhaled, studying her expression.

(She may not have full details, but she has good instincts. That’s why the Levent family has grown so powerful so quickly.)

---

Deciding to probe further, Elias asked,

“How did you and Mishena meet?”

Marie’s gaze softened slightly.

“I saw her fighting monsters once. It was a moment of clarity—I knew she would achieve great things. So I reached out and offered my support, including equipment and resources.”

Elias hummed in thought.

(So she has a talent for spotting potential… That explains her presence here.)

Having Marie Levent as an ally could be valuable.

While she lacked a noble title, her economic influence made her a key player in the kingdom’s affairs. If used wisely, such a connection could help Elias push his agenda—especially regarding the eastern territories.

Still, he remained cautious.

“You’ve gone out of your way to form a connection with me. Is there something you want from me in return?”

Marie chuckled lightly.

“Not at all. Not yet, anyway.”

Mishena snorted.

“She’s just making sure she’s in the right place when things get interesting.”

Elias sighed, leaning back in his chair.

(A merchant’s perspective, through and through…)

He glanced at Frenn, who had been observing quietly.

“Thoughts?”

Frenn’s eyes flickered toward Marie.

“She’s an opportunist, but not a deceitful one.”

Marie smiled.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Elias folded his arms.

“Fine. For now, I’ll accept your presence here. But if you’re truly interested in my abilities, then perhaps you’ll be willing to assist in our preparations.”

Marie’s smile widened.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The conversation continued, now shifting toward strategy and resource allocation.

The pieces were finally moving.

Outside the fortress, scorched patches of earth marked the remnants of battle. The signs of fireball spells and magical explosions indicated that the knights had successfully repelled the attacking monsters.

Frenn surveyed the scene, her gaze sharp.

“There’s no trace of Older’s presence.”

Elias nodded but offered a different perspective.

“With its exceptional mobility, Older can enter and exit human detection ranges at will. Just because we can’t see it now doesn’t mean it’s truly gone. Letting our guard down would be a mistake.”

Frenn frowned in thought.

“What was its purpose in coming here, then?”

“A reconnaissance raid, most likely. But the real question is why it chose to engage humans at all… Unless—”

Elias turned his gaze toward the mountains.

“Unless Older is following someone’s orders.”

Frenn stiffened.

“You mean… there’s a Rogis-like entity behind this?”

“I don’t want to believe that, but… we can’t rule it out.”

Elias let out a sigh. The immediate threat had passed.

“Let’s return to our fortress.”

With a nod, Frenn fell in step beside him.

---

The journey back led them through dense woodland, forcing them to move cautiously. Descending the mountain required care—rushing could lead to unnecessary risk.

Just as they were settling into a steady pace, Elias abruptly halted.

Frenn, walking behind him, immediately noticed.

“Elias?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes shifted to the side, scanning the trees.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary—just the dense foliage of the forest. But as Frenn followed his gaze, a prickling sensation ran down her spine.

“Elias… that’s—”

He unsheathed his sword.

“We were the only ones who left the fortress just now.”

Frenn inhaled sharply.

“Do you think—”

“Seems like my guess was right. It was a reconnaissance mission.”

The words barely left his lips before a blur of motion streaked through the trees, heading straight for them.

Elias’s sharp eyes tracked its approach. There was no mistaking it—Older had returned.

---

There was no time to hesitate.

Elias struck first, his sword slicing through the air just as Older lunged at him.

The impact of their clash sent a jolt up his arms, a testament to the sheer force behind the monster’s charge. Though he managed to halt its attack, Older‘s body bore no visible wounds. The beast quickly withdrew, leaping backward at impossible speed.

It remained at a distance, its posture tense with wariness.

“It expected to blow through us effortlessly.”

Frenn, having swiftly analyzed the exchange, added,

“Perhaps it was sent to test your strength. If there’s something—or someone—controlling it, they may be assessing whether you’re a threat.”

Elias scoffed.

“So, my fight against the Red Wolves put me on someone’s radar.”

Older still hadn’t moved. It was gauging him—perhaps deciding whether to continue attacking or retreat.

“We should end this here. If we let it escape, it could lead to future casualties.”

Frenn’s voice was calm, but she held a hint of concern.

“But can we even kill it right now?”

The question barely had time to linger before Older lunged again.

Its speed was absurd—faster than a blink.

But Elias reacted.

He met Older’s charge head-on, his sword clashing against its antlers with precision. Sparks flew, and for a brief moment, both combatants were locked in a fierce contest of strength.

Then, in an instant, Older disengaged.

Its retreat was as swift as its attack—so fast that a normal person’s eyes would have failed to follow it.

Elias exhaled sharply, lowering his sword.

“Damn. Even if I can fight it head-on, there’s no guarantee I can kill it outright.”

Frenn nodded.

“So, we need a way to trap it.”

Elias sighed, rubbing his neck.

“That was a valuable exchange, though. If nothing else, we’ve gained crucial intel.”

---

Frenn followed his gaze as he studied the spot where Older had stood moments ago.

“It moves using all four legs.”

Elias muttered.

“That means if we can restrict its leg movement—”

“—we can neutralize its speed advantage.”

Frenn completed his thought.

Elias smirked.

“Exactly. Now we just need the right trap.”

Frenn’s expression turned serious.

“Do you think it’ll target you again?”

Elias shrugged.

“If it does, we can use that to our advantage.”

Frenn nodded.

“Then we need to prepare thoroughly. No mistakes.”

Elias sheathed his sword and exhaled.

“Let’s get back and start planning.”

The cargo Elias was tasked with delivering was contained within a small wooden box, compact enough to fit within the folds of his cloak. Though he was unaware of its precise contents, the potent magic emanating from within suggested it was indeed a catalyst for large-scale spellcasting. With this in mind, he and Frenn set off toward the frontline fortress.

The deadline for delivery was two days away. While the allotted time seemed generous, perhaps due to the considerable distance, Elias and Frenn’s pace allowed them to make the trip in a single day.

---

Navigating through the dense forest, they encountered several monsters along the way. However, upon sensing the overwhelming magical energy exuding from Elias, every creature fled before an encounter could even take place.

“The monsters here barely register as a threat. At most, they’re ranked as Level One in danger. It’s a testament to how well this region has been secured.”

Frenn glanced around at the relatively peaceful surroundings.

“Even so, there aren’t any knights or heroes patrolling the area.”

“They likely don’t see the need. If the high-risk monsters have already been dealt with, maintaining patrols is an unnecessary resource drain.”

Their conversation continued as they emerged from the woods and approached the fortress.

---

The stronghold loomed before them—its massive stone walls and sturdy fortifications exuding an imposing presence befitting the northernmost frontlines. Built against the mountain range, it was evident that the kingdom had poured immense resources into its construction. This alone spoke volumes about the RuneDell Kingdom’s determination to expand its dominion through relentless frontier development.

Upon arrival, they promptly handed over the shipment. The knight who received the box offered a curt nod of gratitude before swiftly disappearing into the keep.

“That’s the job done.”

“Shall we take a look around?”

“Might as well, though from the looks of things, it’s best not to disturb anyone unnecessarily.”

The fortress bustled with activity. Soldiers and knights moved with precision, their movements sharpened by discipline and urgency. Even the heroes stationed there had abandoned their usual bravado, seemingly absorbed in their tasks. This was not an environment where approaching people for idle conversation—or recruiting assistance—would be well received.

“They’re putting in more effort than I expected.”

“That speaks to how much of a threat Older truly is.”

“Yeah… Maybe we should—”

Elias’s words were abruptly cut off by the tolling of an alarm bell.

---

The instant the sharp chimes resonated through the fortress, the soldiers sprang into action. Being at the northernmost front, their response was swift and practiced—reports were exchanged, orders issued, and warriors positioned in defensive formations.

Frenn turned to Elias.

“What should we do?”

“If we act now, we might be able to leave before things escalate—”

But it was too late.

The fortress gates were already closing.

---

A knight approached them, his demeanor calm but firm.

“You are the ones who delivered the supplies?”

“That’s right.”

“We’ve detected monsters within our surveillance range and have initiated lockdown procedures. For now, please remain inside the fortress.”

Elias exchanged glances with Frenn before nodding in agreement.

“Understood.”

Guided into the inner courtyard, they observed the controlled chaos unfolding around them. Knights and warriors rushed to their posts, spellcasters prepared their incantations, and runners conveyed urgent messages to commanding officers. The air crackled with energy—not of fear, but of hardened readiness.

Frenn noted the tense atmosphere.

“It doesn’t quite feel like panic… but the tension is palpable.”

Elias crossed his arms, surveying the scene.

“Feels a lot like pre-battle preparations back in the Eastern Front.”

“I had the same thought. So, what now?”

“Technically, we should stay put since we’re outsiders, but… I’d like to observe how they handle this battle.”

Frenn exhaled softly.

“That might be difficult, given the current restrictions.”

Before Elias could respond, the distant sound of war cries erupted. The battle had begun. Magic flared in the distance, and the unmistakable booms of explosions followed soon after.

“Seems like we’ll have to sit this one out.”

Elias muttered in frustration, though his instincts itched for more direct involvement.

---

The initial engagement had only just begun when another bell rang—this time, the tone was unmistakably different.

The shift in resonance caused the gathered soldiers to stir uneasily. A wave of murmurs spread throughout the courtyard as even the more seasoned knights exchanged worried glances.

Frenn narrowed her eyes.

“Something changed.”

Elias turned to a nearby soldier.

“I’m from one of the rear-line forts. What does that particular alarm signify?”

The soldier hesitated for a moment before responding.

“That tone signals the appearance of a major threat—either a high-ranked monster or a named-class entity.”

Elias’s expression darkened.

“A named monster…?”

Before he could finish his thought, another surge of battle cries echoed from the battlefield. The intensity of magic being cast increased, along with the frequency of explosion-like impacts.

He clenched his fist. Damn it. If only he could confirm the situation himself. But stepping out of line here would undoubtedly cause issues.

Just then, a ranking knight hurried into the courtyard and reported to a superior officer. Whatever was said caused an immediate shift in tension. Then, as quickly as the crisis had escalated, orders were given to stand down.

A moment later, the fortress gates reopened.

“Looks like it’s over.”

Elias turned to Frenn.

“Shall we?”

“Yes.”

As they walked toward the gate, Elias flagged down one of the returning knights.

“If you don’t mind, could you tell me what happened out there?”

The knight hesitated, his gaze briefly flickering toward the Holy Knight insignia on Elias’s chest before offering a reply.

“Monsters approached the fortress, but more importantly… a distant sighting confirmed the presence of Older.”

Elias’s eyes sharpened.

So, the true target had made its appearance.

“I see. Thanks for the information.”

With that, he and Frenn stepped out of the fortress—moving with renewed urgency toward what they now knew would be a decisive battle.

Three days after Elias and his companions had their discussion, the Kingdom of Rundell officially declared its intent to subjugate the demonic beast Older.

The reasoning was clear—if left unchecked, other monsters, like the Red Wolves, could be driven into human settlements and interfere with the expansion efforts. This would inevitably bring harm to towns and villages, disturbing the kingdom’s order. To prevent such chaos, the kingdom decisively moved to eliminate Older.

As a result, knights and heroes stationed in the north began mobilizing. Renowned warriors quickly announced their participation, and the kingdom formally started recruiting members for the subjugation force.

For fifty years, Older had survived despite various attempts to eliminate it. The mere existence of a creature that had eluded extermination for so long was enough for the people of the north to consider it a significant threat. Everyone expected this subjugation to be a large-scale operation.

The effects of this decision quickly became evident at Elias’s fortress. Supplies and provisions arrived in bulk, all to be sent to the front lines. Elias himself was assigned to assist in transporting the cargo.

“…The subjugation effort is moving forward, yet it’s strangely peaceful.”

As Elias walked with a heavy load on his back, Frenn commented on the contrast.

“We’ve been assigned missions, but we haven’t encountered any monsters so far.”

“Now that I’ve been here for a while, I can see why. In the north, monsters primarily roam the very frontlines.”

Elias glanced around. Alongside them were five other knights and soldiers from the fortress, all carrying supplies.

“I’d say this is a testament to how well the northern battlefront is managed.”

“Managed? How so?”

“The Kingdom of Rundell has been pushing deep into the mountain ranges to secure resources. But securing vast mountainous terrain and claiming it as human territory is no easy task. Unlike filling in a blank map, expansion isn’t linear. If defenses are weak, monsters will surge in and reclaim lost ground.”

“So, to prevent monster incursions, they’ve strategically placed rear-line fortresses to maintain stability?”

“Exactly. The fact that we can travel peacefully means that the expansion has been successful.”

By the time their discussion concluded, they had arrived at their destination—a fortress near the front lines. They unloaded the supplies, marking the completion of their task.

Inside the fortress, there was a distinct sense of urgency. The knights and soldiers bustled about, their expressions tense. It was clear that this was one of the main outposts preparing for the subjugation of Older.

(Their demeanor is different from those in the rear lines—more hardened, more focused… as expected of the frontlines.)

Elias observed the preparations for a while before turning back the way they came.

“It looks like we’ll have more of these delivery missions in the coming days.”

“Well, that only proves how seriously they’re taking this subjugation.”

“By the way, has there been any word from Mishena?”

“No, nothing yet. If she wants me to meet someone, she’s probably bringing them here. That’ll take time.”

“And what do you think about it?”

Frenn’s question made Elias glance at her.

“Think about what?”

“We don’t know who Mishena is bringing, but from what you’ve said, they’re likely someone of high status. Associating with such a figure could draw attention from other Holy Knights and nobility.”

“That’s unavoidable. If we’re going to push for Eastern Front affairs to be recognized, we’ll need connections and support.”

“So, you’re considering asking for their assistance?”

“I haven’t decided yet, but it’s an option.”

Elias shrugged.

“Regardless of how we proceed, having more options is never a bad thing.”

Frenn nodded but then lowered her voice.

“Elias, about the subjugation… preparations are unusually extensive. Even in the Eastern Front, we never deployed this many resources. With so many moving parts, wouldn’t maintaining order be difficult?”

“That’s likely because of Older’s unique abilities.”

Frenn furrowed her brows.

“Its abilities?”

“It moves too fast for traditional tracking. Right now, they don’t even know where in the north it is. That’s why they’re spreading resources across multiple locations. And of course, if they’re sending so much aid, they need a proportionate number of knights and warriors.”

“Even so, why such an intense response?”

“I asked the soldiers and knights stationed at the fortress. Apparently, Older isn’t just another powerful monster—it’s a symbol.”

Elias exhaled.

“It has hindered northern expansion for decades. And now, the nobles see an opportunity. If they use their elite knights and contracted heroes to defeat it, they’ll gain significant prestige.”

“So, it’s not just about security—eliminating Older would also serve political ambitions.”

“Exactly. It’s an opportunity for them, just as this subjugation could serve our own goals of exposing the Eastern Front’s struggles.”

Elias paused.

“…That said, Frenn—if this battle turns into a bloodbath, we’ll need to reassess our priorities.”

“You mean, you’re willing to abandon the subjugation?”

“This operation will put us in contact with many influential figures. That alone presents an opportunity to convey the Eastern Front’s situation. Even if we don’t land the finishing blow on Older, we can still use this event to our advantage.”

He sighed.

“The north is the forefront of expansion. Even if we fail this time, we’ll have more chances to reach the royal court in the future.”

(The demonic beast Older’s ability is a serious threat, but I’ve fought creatures with similar traits before. Defeating it isn’t impossible, but if it’s as fast as they say, subduing it alone would be unrealistic…)

“…Frenn, there haven’t been any official orders for its subjugation yet, but is there any information on potential strategies?”

“No, not even a unit has been assembled yet.”

“I see… I have some ideas, but no matter what plan we go with, we won’t have enough manpower to execute it.”

“Do you need more people?”

Mishena asked, prompting Elias to nod.

“Yeah, the biggest issue with this enemy is its ability to escape. Even if we set up a net trap and manage to restrain Older, it has the power to break free.”

“So, unless we can restrict its movement, it’ll just flee?”

“It’s survived for fifty years. I’d wager its ability to escape is just as developed as its speed. By the way, Frenn—how did they fight it during the second subjugation attempt?”

“They lured it into a designated area covered with traps, then used a magical barrier to block off all exits.”

“And yet, they still failed?”

“At first, Older engaged the knights, but as soon as it realized it was at a disadvantage, it forcefully broke through the barrier and escaped.”

(So it retreats the moment it senses danger… Stopping its movements will require more than brute force.)

“There are plenty of ways to restrict movement, aren’t there?”

Mishena interjected.

“Like physically sealing off space, suppressing its ability, or slowing it down. Or maybe even luring it into a trap while expecting it to use its ability… What do you think, Elias?”

“I doubt Older will fall for the same trick twice. Even if it only has the intelligence of a beast, surviving for fifty years means it has an exceptionally high sense of danger. It’s incredibly cautious—so simple traps won’t work, and it probably wouldn’t be fooled by the same baiting tactics I used with the Red Wolves.”

“Then what’s the plan?”

“…Frenn, do we know how its movement ability actually works?”

“Just before moving, it releases a burst of magic and moves its legs. Apparently, this allows us to detect the moment it activates its ability, but we can’t predict where it will move to.”

“Its legs, huh…? So it’s not teleportation—it actually needs to move to use its ability.”

Elias muttered, prompting both Frenn and Mishena to give him inquisitive looks.

“So… do you have a plan?”

“Despite previous failures, trapping it remains the best strategy. If we can restrict its movement, our chances of killing it increase significantly. However, given that the second subjugation attempt failed, we’ll need a new approach.”

“What kind of approach?”

Frenn asked, to which Elias responded decisively.

“Frenn, I need you to gather as much information on Older as possible. The more we understand about its abilities, the better our chances of success.”

“Understood. Since Older is a named demonic beast, it’s been under observation even outside of subjugation efforts. That means there should be extensive records on it.”

“Good. Look into everything you can find.”

“I have a question,” Mishena suddenly spoke up, raising her hand slightly.

“It’s good to investigate beforehand, but do we really need to know every detail?”

“Of course. The kind of trap we use depends on what we learn.”

“You’re really cautious about this.”

“Preparation is the most critical step. In the Eastern Front, we never hunted a monster without thorough preparation.”

Mishena fell silent at his words.

“Even here in the North, you scout before expanding the frontier, right? You gather as much information as possible and prepare accordingly. It’s the same principle.”

“Huh… I see your point. So what kind of trap are we talking about?”

“We need to find something that actually works. Since there’s existing information on Older, we’ll go through it and select the best option.”

“Isn’t the bigger issue where to set up the trap?”

“That’ll depend on how the battle unfolds. We’ll have to deploy it in real-time.”

“So you’re not setting it up in advance?”

“Exactly. We don’t know where Older will move, so planning it out ahead of time would be impossible. Instead, we’ll prepare several options and deploy the most effective one based on the situation.”

“…Do you need my help?”

“For now, intelligence gathering is the priority. Do you have any leads, Mishena?”

She thought for a moment before responding.

“…I could ask an acquaintance.”

“The same one you mentioned before?”

“Yeah. Oh, that reminds me—they said they wanted to meet you.”

“That’s sudden… I don’t mind, but make sure to get Lord Nork’s approval first.”

“Ugh, such a hassle… Why don’t you just take over this fortress and become the new lord?”

“Not happening.”

Mishena pouted slightly but quickly laughed at his immediate rejection. Seeing this, Elias sighed.

“Even though I’m a Holy Knight, I have plenty of enemies watching me. But when it comes to Older, I’m motivated. There’s something I need to accomplish here.”

“Oh? Well, as long as you’re determined, that’s good enough for me. I’ll head out to meet my contact.”

“Alright.”

Mishena exited the room. As she left, Frenn made a passing remark.

“Depending on who her acquaintance is… this could get complicated.”

“She doesn’t seem like the type to be dissuaded, though. If trouble comes, we’ll deal with it when it happens. For now, let’s focus on what we can do.”

With that, Elias and Frenn followed shortly after.

The Hero Mishena made her formal introduction to Lord Nork and received permission to stay at the fortress. However, since the duration of her stay was uncertain, she couldn’t simply be given free meals indefinitely. As a result, she was asked to participate in training exercises with the soldiers and knights or provide them with instruction.

“Are you even capable of teaching?”

Elias questioned. Mishena, ever the optimist, responded without hesitation.

“If it’s just basic enhancement magic, I can manage. No problem.”

“Well, as long as you’re settling in without issues, that’s good. So, do you have any ideas for the demonic beast subjugation?”

“First, let’s hold a strategy meeting… Though, to be honest, we don’t even know if a subjugation will be officially sanctioned. This discussion might be meaningless in the end.”

“No, the subjugation will happen.”

“…Do you have any proof?”

“I have connections with a certain noble. According to them, momentum is building in the capital for Older’s extermination. Each day, the voices in favor of it grow louder, and it’s only a matter of time before an official order is given.”

“…How reliable is this source?”

“They have direct access to palace affairs.”

(…I’d like to ask who exactly this noble is… but…)

“Curious?”

As if reading his mind, Mishena smirked.

“I can tell you if you want.”

“…No, I’ll pass. Feels like prying into this would just open a can of worms.”

“You’re awfully cautious.”

“With good reason.”

As their conversation continued, they arrived at a small meeting room, where Frenn was already waiting.

“I’ve been expecting you.”

She gestured for them to take their seats, and the three of them settled around the table.

“Where should we start?”

“Before that, Frenn—about Mishena.”

Elias explained that Mishena’s party had disbanded and that if a subjugation force was assembled, she intended to select him as a companion.

“I see. Are you comfortable with that arrangement, Elias?”

“I don’t see a problem with it.”

“Then I have no objections.”

“Are you joining the subjugation, Frenn?”

Mishena turned toward her, her expression serious.

“If Elias is on board, you could probably come along too, right?”

“That depends on whether my presence would be a liability. Against such a formidable opponent, bringing anyone lacking combat prowess could be a serious risk.”

“…Might be better if you focus on intelligence gathering instead,” Elias murmured.

“We can decide later. If the subjugation force is large enough, there might be a separate support unit. If that’s the case, it would make more sense for Frenn to be part of that.”

“Understood… In that case, shall we discuss Older?”

Both Elias and Mishena nodded, prompting Frenn to begin.

“There’s no need to go over its appearance, since we all saw it firsthand. The primary concern is its combat abilities. According to reports, Older has been observed for approximately fifty years, and its fighting style has remained unchanged since its first sighting.”

Frenn paused, glancing between Elias and Mishena before continuing.

“Its most notable ability is its speed. It moves with an almost weightless grace—one moment it’s far away, and the next, it’s right in front of you. Its movements are so fast they’re often mistaken for teleportation, making it nearly impossible to land a hit. This is the primary reason it has survived for so long.”

“Not to mention, it moves silently,” Mishena added, having clearly done her own research.

“So, if we want to defeat it, we need a way to counter that speed.”

“Exactly. Many knights have died simply from being struck by its charges before they could react.”

“…If an order for its subjugation is issued, only elite personnel should be deployed,” Elias noted. He now understood why Mishena’s companions had withdrawn.

“Honestly, I’d rather fight something ridiculously strong than something like this,” he muttered.

“Any ideas, Elias?”

“Its speed is comparable to teleportation… but the fact that it moves without sound means it’s not simply brute-forcing its way forward. It’s using something akin to magic, that much is clear.”

“Magic…?”

Mishena murmured, contemplating the idea. Elias shrugged.

“Something like magic, at least. Not necessarily the same as what we use. Some demonic creatures possess innate abilities, unique to their species. In Older’s case, its ability is movement-based.”

“That makes fighting it really annoying…”

Mishena and Frenn fell silent, struggling to devise a countermeasure.

Elias, however, had a different perspective.

“…Frenn, does it have any other abilities?”

“None that have been officially documented. During the second subjugation attempt, they almost cornered it, but it managed to escape at the last moment… using the same ability.”

“I see. So it has one defining ability… or at least only one that can completely shift the tide of battle.”

“Its intelligence is also a concern.”

“It’s been classified as an animal-level intelligence,” Frenn said. “However, given that it has survived for fifty years, it’s likely far more cunning than a typical beast.”

(…Still, I doubt it’s capable of outmaneuvering humans on a strategic level.)

Elias thought to himself.

He began contemplating the best approach for bringing the demonic beast down.

“Elias, do you think it’s possible to take down the demonic beast Older alone?”

“It’s not impossible… but first, I need to learn more about its abilities. Besides, there’s no need to insist on soloing it. If I team up with Mishena and defeat it, that should still earn me some level of recognition and increase my influence.”

“…So even though you have no interest in fame, you’ve decided that this is something you need to do?”

“More or less… I can’t just ignore corruption when I see it. But honestly, there’s another reason that matters more to me.”

“Another reason?”

Frenn looked at him curiously, and Elias nodded.

“If the situation in the East isn’t reaching the capital, that means my former subordinates aren’t receiving the recognition or rewards they deserve.”

“…That’s true.”

“That’s what really bothers me. Even now, they’re risking their lives fighting high-threat monsters. I want them to get the credit they deserve.”

Frenn gave a small nod of agreement. Even though Elias had left the Eastern front, he couldn’t just abandon the comrades who had fought alongside him.

“So, while I don’t care about wealth or fame, it seems I need achievements if I want to get anything done. Might as well get to work.”

“Understood. But as for Older’s subjugation, do you have any plans for getting involved?”

“None at the moment. Any ideas?”

“Hmm… We don’t even know for sure if a subjugation force will be assembled. I’ll look into whether preparations are actually being made.”

“Good. I’ll leave that to you.”

With that, Frenn nodded and set off to gather information.

Several days later, the hero Mishena arrived at the fortress where Elias was stationed.

This time, there was one major difference—she was alone. Unlike her previous visit, her companions were nowhere to be seen.

“…Where are your party members?”

Elias asked as he greeted her at the gate. Mishena responded casually,

“We disbanded after the last job.”

“…I didn’t get the impression that you were on bad terms.”

“When I mentioned that I might be joining the hunt for Older, they decided to sit this one out.”

(…I see.)

Elias nodded, processing her words.

(Even experienced warriors with over five years of frontier experience decided that Older was too much for them…)

“So, you’re going in alone?”

Mishena gave a wry smile.

“I did get an invitation. Even after my party left, they told me I could form a new team if I wanted to.”

“So now you’re searching for new teammates—”

Before he could finish, he noticed her grinning at him.

“…Let me guess. You’re looking at me.”

“I already checked. Apparently, knights are allowed to participate.”

(That was fast…)

Elias had been considering joining the hunt for Older anyway, so he didn’t particularly mind. Under normal circumstances, he would have agreed immediately.

However, considering his usual behavior, responding too quickly might seem suspicious.

(If I answer too eagerly, she’ll get suspicious… I need to play it cool.)

“Even if knights are allowed, I doubt they expected a Holy Knight to join.”

“Well, well. I’ll keep looking for other candidates, but honestly, I’ve already made up my mind. Will you lend me a hand?”

Elias sighed.

“…If I refuse and you end up dead, I’ll regret it. I understand how dangerous demonic beasts are. But promise me you won’t do anything reckless.”

“I promise.”

“That was way too quick…”

Elias narrowed his eyes, but Mishena simply laughed.

“Ahaha! Well then, nice to be working with you!”

“…Just so you know, my situation is still uncertain. If the kingdom decides to formally assign me to the subjugation force, I won’t be able to move freely.”

Mishena gave him a skeptical look.

“Do you really think they’ll assign you?”

“…What do you mean?”

“Well, based on how you’re treated at this fortress, I can already tell your position is complicated. Would they even let you participate in such a high-profile hunt?”

Elias fell silent. Instead of answering, he simply shrugged. Mishena took that as confirmation.

“So in that case, you probably won’t be officially deployed—which means you’d be free to join my team instead.”

“That’s your reasoning?”

“Exactly!”

“…If a Holy Knight joins a hero’s party for a subjugation mission, what will that do to my public reputation?”

“We’ll just let the results speak for themselves.”

“That’s… a reckless approach.”

Elias sighed as Mishena beamed at him. It was clear from her expression that she had expected this reaction and was completely satisfied with how things had turned out.

(…Well, I guess this means I’m joining after all.)

Elias thought to himself.

“Alright. But first, go greet Lord Nork.”

“Got it. Oh, and while I’m here, would you mind sparring with me during training?”

“…Just how long are you planning to stay?”

“Until the hunt begins.”

“We don’t even know if they’ve officially decided to go through with it yet…”

As they exchanged words, the two of them stepped into the fortress together.