Pick Me Up!

“Let’s start.”

“Yes! I’ll go first!”

Jenna saluted me and then ran towards the northern hill.

Her role was simple. To apprehend the mission’s time limit. That is, from start to finish, how long we can last. That’s why I gave her the pocket watch.

‘Precisely.’

The time limit must be measured down to the second.

Also, she must record without omission the events happening on the battlefield during her observation.

To use as milestones for measuring branching points. At least for this turn, Jenna won’t participate in the battle.

‘Next.’

“Take care.”

“Leave it to me. We’re not called the Gale for nothing.”

Kishasha grinned, showing her fangs.

She then dropped down and ran across the plains like a beast on a sprint.

She will perform reconnaissance by circling around the field in a counter-clockwise direction. Kishasha is also out for this round.

「…….」

Katiio had his eyes closed.

He was holding a rainbow-colored stone in his hand, and blue magical waves were spreading from his entire body.

‘He’s also….’

Useless.

He was synchronizing the visions of Jenna and Kishasha.

The scenes seen by the two would be preserved as video data in the magic stone.

“Just the two of us left.”

“That’s enough.”

“Of course.”

Velkist silently smiled and drew his sword.

I smiled back and unbuckled my sheath. Ahead, a convoy of wagons loaded with supplies stretched out.

“Hey, did you hear something strange just now?”

“Strange sound, you say? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Like, you know, the rustling of a mouse…”

Swoosh!

The necks of the two chatting soldiers were simultaneously severed.

Before the blood spurting from their necks could hit the ground, I twirled my sword and leaped to the front of the convoy.

“Who are you?!”

Velkist leaped gracefully, creating a hole in the chest of the leading soldier.

The blood soared. There was no time to mingle with these guys.

I drew my sword and ran.

“Ugh!”

“Spare me… it’s a monster!”

“You brutes! I, Silver Paladin acting as the wrath of the goddess, Kyle von Strauss…!”

About ten minutes later,

Numerous bodies were strewn across the ground.

After shaking off the sticky blood from my greatsword, I turned my back.

Blue potions leaked from beneath the shattered wagons.

‘If we deal with this supply route….’

The cult’s magical bombardments will stop.

In other words, it buys us time.

“Hurry.”

“I know.”

Without even catching our breath, we continued our run.

To the next area. Over the hill, towards the west.

‘There’s something prepared by Anytng.’

I snapped my fingers.

[Master, ‘Han(★★★)’ requests a mount summoning!]

[Do you accept? Summoning requires a ‘Summoning Stone’.]

[Yes(Select) / No]

[Swipe the screen!]

[Give wings to your hero, Master!]

[Ding!]

[‘Gandalf(★)’ is summoned to the battlefield!]

[‘Saruman(★)’ is summoned to the battlefield!]

Flash.

A summoning gate opened beside me, and two robust horses appeared on the plains.

A gray and a white horse. Prepared in advance by Anytng during my confrontation with the Union, these horses were captured from a weekday dungeon and trained in the stables.

“Heeheeheeng!”

I mounted Gandalf.

With a kick, the horse neighed and began to gallop across the plains.

Velkist followed on Saruman, mounted behind me.

“Velkist!”

“What?”

“Split to the left. Check the boundary of the field!”

“Got it. Be careful!”

Velkist turned the horse’s head.

Shortly after, Velkist’s figure, along with the horse, faded into the distance.

‘The field is wider than I thought.’

It seemed right to summon horses just in case, but it looks like I made the right choice.

I gripped the reins and kicked Gandalf’s flanks.

“Heeheeheeing!”

Riding the horse across the plains, I put my hand to my ear.

“Katiio, how’s the communication line?”

“Connect me to Kishasha.”

The left side of my vision blurred, and an image appeared.

Kishasha running across the plains. But behind her, strange figures riding black horses were following.

[Black Knight Lv.41] X 13

I frowned.

Black Knights. They were the ones who had broken into the rear of the army and wreaked havoc.

Those guys were chasing Kishasha at a speed not inferior to hers.

“Kishasha.”

“Where did they appear from?”

Kishasha gestured with her head towards the right.

On a red rocky hill, a black castle stood.

‘…That’s.’

A suspicious aura emanated from the entire castle.

A peach-colored statue was glimpsed through the slightly open gate.

It was immediately recognizable. The mission’s most crucial object; the statue of the goddess.

“At least two, then. Can you shake them off?”

I removed my hand from my ear, and the image disappeared.

Kishasha would handle the right side of the field. I needed to check the left.

Gandalf carried me across the plains to the west.

Before long, I found the second location.

Far away, hundreds of people were walking in groups. Heading towards the battlefield.

Activating my deep insight, I could make out their attire. They were wearing steel armor and carrying quivers of longbows.

‘An archer unit.’

Elite archers.

Eliminating them would delay the annihilation of the Lion Army even further.

The mission’s scope was beginning to take shape.

‘On the left, there are delay points, and on the right, there are fortresses containing objects.’

Then.

‘Dual simultaneous assault.’

Considering the information gathered so far.

‘…It’s the worst.’

It boasted the highest difficulty among Loops.

Time is limited, forces must be split without fail, there are multiple points to capture, and there are enemies chasing us.

‘Is this also part of your plan?’

Did you increase the game’s difficulty to this absurd level just to mess with me?

It doesn’t matter. I shook my head.

No matter what mission comes, I’ll just break through and smash it.

‘You’ve messed with the wrong person.’

I tightened my grip on the reins.

Gandalf galloped towards the archer unit, mane fluttering.

However, between the archer unit and me, an endless cliff lay.

On the cliff, a shoddy stone bridge crossed it. It was clearly an unnatural terrain.

Don’t stop.

I kicked the horse once more.

There’s no time to play. Cross the bridge in one go and head towards the archer unit.

From the west to the north, run and join Kishasha. That was the ultimate goal of this second round.

Crack!

“Gandalf!”

“Heeheeheehee!”

Gandalf let out a pained cry and collapsed sideways.

It happened while we were speeding at tens of kilometers per hour. I was flung from the saddle, flying through the air. I quickly regained my balance mid-air and landed, scraping the dirt ground.

[‘Gandalf(★)’ has been unsummoned!]

‘What happened?’

Soon, I understood the cause.

I dusted off the dirt on my armor and looked across the stone bridge.

On the opposite side of the cliff, next to the stone bridge, stood someone.

He wore a dark feathered hat and a black cloth with wide sleeves, his face was hidden behind a mask. The man lifted his longbow.

[Danger!]

[The Marksman of Death Lv.?]

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