The Place Where He Was Reincarnated Was Hell - The 300-Year-Old Frontier Defense Line of the Margrave Family - Episode 24

The gloomy pre-dawn air hung in the medical building of Middle Line Fort.

This is where soldiers and knights who were seriously injured and left unconscious during the retreat from the Frontline Fort are being kept.

In the innermost corner, there were two people.

Darius von Vanguard and his eldest son, Raven–

Both were among the most powerful warriors in history, but they had broken many bones during the fierce battles on the front lines, and their source of magical power was on the verge of collapse due to the side effects of repeated excessive healing treatments. Furthermore, they had numerous lacerations in their bodies, and it was now impossible for them to circulate magical power as they normally would. Demon organAether CoreMagic CircuitAether Bane

There were many healing magic tags stuck all over his body, and the bandages covering his lacerations were stained with bl00d in places. The expression “covered in wounds” really fits his appearance.

Since being brought here to the Middle Line, they have been sleeping like the dead, but _____

“…Ugh…ugh…”

Suddenly, Darius let out a short, pained cry and opened his eyes.

The 5th Corps’ medical personnel around me were shocked and said, “Shock!!”

He let out a cry of mixed joy and relief.

“Lord Darius…! You have regained consciousness! However, it is still dangerous for you to get up!”

“…Is this…the middle line?… What is the situation…?!”

Darius asked breathlessly, stiffening his body and forcing himself to get up.

At that moment, the pain that ran throughout my body shook my brain, and I began to lose consciousness.

Demon organ Aethersharp pain from the attack ran through his entire body, making him breathless every time he moved.

“No!!! Lord Darius! If you push yourself in that condition–“

The medic desperately tried to support him, but Darius gritted his teeth and shook his head.

“I don’t have time for that! I have to take command… I can’t be sleeping here…!”

At that moment, I heard a groan coming from the bed next to me.

“…Father…?”

“____Rayvan…!!!”

Darius called out involuntarily, and there he saw Raven, who had also sustained serious injuries and was barely able to move his arms or legs. His expression was twisted in pain, but he, too, was trying to shake off the medic tending to him and get up.

“Father… with such a body…”

“It’s the same for you… This is not a situation where you can just sleep here… What’s going on now?! Someone, please explain!”

Both of them tried to force their way through despite being urged on by the medical ward staff, and it took two or three medics to help them to their feet.

My legs were about to give way, and the pain in my shoulders was blurring my vision, but Darius and Raven insisted on heading to the command post.

Born in Vangard, and as the duty of the Margrave family to lead Vangard, Darius and Raven knew that even as they dragged their dying bodies, they had to learn the state of the battle and decide their next move.

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It was still early morning, before the light of dawn had even dawned. At the command post of Middle Line Fort, some distinguished captains, including Knight Commander Royce, Vice Commander Rainel, Fourth Division Captain Georg, and Third Division Captain Wilhelm, were already stationed there, holding a meeting to discuss the current progress.

At that moment, Darius and Raven appeared, limping, supported by several medics.

“Lord Darius! Lord Raven

You have been awakened!!!

………No!! Don’t push yourself!!」

When the Knight Commander, Royce, saw this, he cried out in surprise. However, neither of them gave in, and somehow managed to leave their bodies, which were on the verge of collapse, in the care of the medic and continued towards the map.

“I don’t care… More importantly… what’s going on now…? I heard that there are 50,000 soldiers here at Middle Line Fort… I’m sorry, what’s going on? Please tell me the details of the situation…”

Darius asked with a labored breath. Raven also questioned him with trembling lips and a desperate look on his face.

The Vice-Commander of the Knights, Lynel, took a quick breath and responded while holding down the operational map.

「Yes, first of all, there are currently a total of over 50,000 soldiers gathered at Middle Line Fort. The breakdown is 10,000 recruits, 5,000 knight trainees, and we who have retreated from the front lines… 27,500. And then there are the 8,000 that were stationed at Middle Line Fort.

We are currently rushing to fortify the Middle Line and train recruits, and we estimate it will take another two weeks for everything to be ready.

…And as for the Frontline Fort…it hasn’t fallen yet.

The reason is… that Victor is continuing the defense alone.”

Darius and Raven gasped at his words, and Darius involuntarily raised his voice.

“Huh…?? Alone…?!

Are you trying to take on that huge number of Eclipses all by yourself?!

…There’s no way… I could do something like that!!!”

Darius’s face twisted in shock. He had unintentionally cried out loud, and now he clutched his chest, struggling to breathe. Raven was also in intense pain and could not hide his shock.

Here, a young member of the Knights

___Alfonse and Clarissa come forward and describe what they saw on the front line that day.

The two of them had received information from a royal messenger and rushed over to the scene. They had saved the third unit. Then, a little while later, another unit appeared and they were nearly killed. Lord Rear Guard Abnormal mutation mutant

Immediately after that, he killed the Eclipses surrounding Victor, told them, “I’ll buy you a month, so use that time to reorganize your forces,” and stood his ground on his own. He explained everything that happened that day to Darius and Raven.

“If the messenger had been late, the Third Unit would have been wiped out. Furthermore, if Victor had not been informed of the situation on the front lines… It’s possible that the entire Vanguard would have been finished.

… It was a fine line.”

Clarissa spoke in a low voice, and Lois nodded deeply.

“It was a very fine line… If the messengers… hadn’t informed Lord Victor of the situation, we would not have even made it here, and we would have died. We were no longer in a position to withstand such large numbers…”

Darius sighed with a groan.

“A royal messenger?… I would like to express my gratitude once again for the assistance you have provided us for the past three hundred years…”

“…But Victor…

It’s only ten… I can’t believe it…

Are you still…still alive?

If he is still alive, I will come and get him! Get your horses out!!”

It was probably because I was forcing my body to move when it shouldn’t have been.

With a distorted face, Darius nearly loses his footing and has to be supported by a medic.

Raven also collapsed after forcing his immobile body to move, and the medic rushed over to support him.

She muttered, closing her eyes tightly and letting the tears flow.

“____ always, always like that….

I’m never near the people I want to protect…at the most crucial times!!

It was the same with “that guy”…!!”

At that moment, the door to the command post slammed open, and Elias von Hoffman, the commander of the 5th Division, stepped forward, breathing heavily.

Just five days ago, he himself had been seriously injured and had been in bed, but he is a hero who has led the unit back on its feet by leading a chain of healing.

However, his face still bears painful scars, his hair has turned white, and his face is discoloured with cracks.

“Lord Darius, Lord Raven… please do not push yourself here! If you collapse again here, it will only increase Lord Victor’s burden…! He is alive!! First of all, please!! Please rest your bodies even a little…!”

Elias’s voice was trembling. Darius looked up and, breathing heavily and painfully, still argued.

“However… if we fall like this, the soldiers will remain anxious.

Besides, I couldn’t leave Victor alone in that hellish place!

“I understand… I understand…! But…!”

Elias then clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and choked on his words.

“…A child the same age as my child is in that kind of hell… Just imagining it is too much for me to bear…!!!

But that is exactly why…!! I don’t want to waste any more of you…!!

If you don’t recover quickly, we won’t be able to help you…!!”

“Lord Victor said he would leave it to me for a month! He has shown his resolve! So now it’s time to endure all the hardships!”

His voice trembles towards the end, and tears well up in his eyes. He has saved so many lives that he cannot bear the reality that a ten-year-old boy is shouldering hell on his own.

The medical officer from the fifth unit also expressed concern, saying, “Lord Elias, you are not complete yet…” but he shook his head.

“Everyone is beyond their limits… but if Lord Darius and Lord Raven collapse here without being healed…

There will be no one left to save Lord Victor…! Please, don’t push yourself any further…”

Tears well up in his eyes, and his voice becomes hoarse.

The sight left Darius speechless. Not only the pain, but the anguish of a father thinking about his son’s situation tore into their hearts.

“I’m sorry… Elias… It’s true, there’s no point in pushing you now. …Okay, I’ll show myself to the knights and soldiers for a bit, and then I’ll lie down right away…”

Darius finally gave in and nodded, and Raven managed a wry smile.

“…Ah, Elias…thank you.”

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Darius and Raven made a brief appearance with the knights and soldiers before being carried by the medics back to the medical wing.

Their whole bodies hurt, and they could barely produce any magic. They were both at their limit, and those around them were convinced that they were in no condition to move around.

“Royce, Lynel… you two, don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll… prepare a letter to the royal family. Arrange for a messenger.”

Darius said this as he returned and collapsed onto the bed, nearly losing consciousness.

And then night came. Unable to sleep properly due to the pain, Darius sat up in front of a small light and picked up a paper and a pen.

His gratitude towards the royal family that had supported Vanguard in various ways behind the scenes for the past 300 years, and the reality that his son was fighting alone on the front lines – what motivated him was his desire to write down as many words as possible about these things.

“…King Reynold. I want you to know how much of a tightrope Vanguard is currently walking. …That child is pushing back the inferno all by himself. I want to make the most of this time. …I ask that you please provide as much firepower as possible…”

The tip of the pen trembles, and the pain makes my hand shake several times. The ink bleeds, and the paper becomes faintly stained. But if I don’t write, then my inability to do anything right now will simply pass by in vain.

By the time I finished writing, night had fallen, and the whole fort was silent.

______But in that silence

The window is lit up with white light, making the room brighter than daytime.

____That was too majestic to be called thunder.

A roar like no other I’ve ever experienced resounds.

Darius looked in that direction, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart.

“I see…! This is it…!

This is proof that you’re alive!! Victor, you’re still alive in that hell!!”

I instinctively closed my eyes tightly and clutched the letter to my chest.

Rayven, who was also lying in the corner of the medical building, began to shed tears and tremble as he heard the thunder.

–And so, the night deepens at Middle Line Fort.

Across the Middle Line, all that can be done is underway to further fortify the fort, train recruits, and heal Darius, Raven, and the many other injured.

___And it’s all possible because at this very moment, at Frontline Fort, Victor, clothed in lightning, is holding back hell.

We have to get ready here and go to pick him up as quickly as possible, even if it’s just a few hours.

Every time, distant thunder rumbles once more from the depths of the night.

The joy that Victor is still alive, and the distance between him and them.

Darius and Raven are overcome with a sense of helplessness in the face of this helpless reality.