The Levacion Kingdom.

  Top tier kingdom. Well, it was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with the big ones.

  But right now, in the eastern corner of the Kingdom.

  The pins and mountains. Marshes and woodnd.

  In a Feudal territory under the control of the Passal Family.

  House of the Passal, An Earldom with rather eccentric people.

  The regional economy was built on the backs of minerals, but thanks to animal products and agriculture. The region was a good pce for trade. The mountains forced travel through them.

  Right now, this very moment, a border skirmish was breaking out. While these were common, right now it was a bad moment for the domain. The seasonal and often burdensome battles and conflicts were something that was expected.

  And the moment was especially bad for the young lord.

  Age 14.

  Bald.

  Taller than the average man by an inch. He also emanated a strange musk, heavy oil and sweat. Goddamn weird. With fisheyes and fat freckled cheeks.

  Jack of all trades- weapons competency. Good Mana control. Some Spells easily mastered. Not a bad warrior, but a bit pathetic compared to the Royal Knights. He did achieve Mastery in Sword Magic. That was something. A veteran of multiple battles at least. He even fought literal monsters from hell.

  His grandfather handed him the reins a couple weeks ago and made him Earl, the literal head of the family.

  The young man pnned to sell everything and run away. But his grandpa beat the shit out of the poor boy when he saw him trying to sell drugs to the neighboring kingdom. It was needed funds to save his near hairless head.

  If you wanted a description: think of the edgelord predicament, a spotless scalp but sides voluminous. It was truly ughable. The young man had such a destroyed ego and no confidence to speak of.

  Thats why right now was not fair at all. The young man had made his peace with life and was getting ready to die. This life was torture since the beginning. Born with the peerage but none of the looks or the hair and not even any extraordinary talent. Ridicule was his destiny.

  Thats why he was a shameless young man.

  But life is life, having a contradicting perspective and worldview is normal. He knew that all the thoughts and hopes he might have in different times are things he might have no control over. He will stay the same with more rules and conventions being added upon as life drags by.

  Thats why, even with the desire to end his life. He absolutely cannot do that. He needs to stand up for his home and his people and the wider kingdom, because unfortunately he has been invested upon by everyone, and expectations need to be met.

  But right now, he looked across the field. Over 900 soldiers and 100 knights of the Crk State y in front of him.

  POV: Our ugly ass protag

  “Oh lord in heaven, what the hell!”.

  “I had an inkling something like this would happen, but to think such a thing would actually occur. My Lord did you offend God himself by any chance!”.

  “Huh! Why the hell would I, Ignio !!!! I already got problems, but bsphemy is too crazy even for me”.

  ‘Ignio is trying some shit with me. That barefaced dumbass, i bet it was his fault, that somehow this was happening! He must have done something to the Statue of the Lord back home............I bet you my left nut, he pissed in the pce. Okay! I made my decision, if i survive this my Lord! I will hang this man with no trial!’

  Ignio you pathetic excuse of a servant!

  I promise you death if I win!!!!

  I might be trash and have no redeeming qualities. But Ignio. This man was an animal!!!!

  I gazed once more to my doom.

  These doomsmen.

  I looked at the men around me. The leather armor bought cheap, spears and pikes with metal armor men. Knights in heavy bck armor, ready and resolute. Numbering in the easy 400. This was the necessary force that was accorded by the pnning group. It wasn't enough.

  This was too small and disorganized; the small force couldn't overmatch a rger one. Only overwhelming pressure can bring victory, there are more geniuses everywhere then nowhere. Thats right! The reason everything is often shitty and depressing during battles is because most people are rather intelligent, just their mental complexes hold them back. Most people can predict rather accurately. Because of this, there is a “race to the bottom”. Elite overproduction if you will, everyone loses in the end, too much competition for too few resources. Battles become slow crawling death traps like these. In this battle, the expanse was near forests in either side, formerly a lumber mill.

  But we didn't attack. That was the best probable position. Defense is its own offense.

  My pn was simple and concise. Use the geography and use insurgency tactics.

  Thats why I pced faulty intelligence and also many traps around. Faulty intelligence like the amount of force I was bringing, I bought food and metals that seemed liked preparations for an early attack.

  Traps like good old pikes in random pces and spiked death holes. Raiding and harassment for the st couple days. Now they weren't exactly exhausted, but their numbers dwindled their numbers. I even used illegal funds that the kingdom didn't know about from the drug trade and illegal seizures.

  This battle is nothing but an insignificant dispy of repetition, many times the come and attack and then go back home after they get their fill. This was a political maneuver using military forces. Every time the damned Grand Duke needs a good reason to force the nobles under him to dry their funds in a seasonal skirmish.

  But this time was different.

  Everything has changed.

  My grandpa discovered my protection racket that I ran in the capital. He beat the brakes off of me. I'm still hurting in my sides. He ordered a shutdown and complete seizure of my ill-gotten gains. Thats why this wasn't going to be a simple ritual battle.

  I'm sacking the town of Dilbert!

  Pilge like crazy and steal and kill everybody. Burn the whole pce to the ground. Nobody should know. Not even grandpa. Thats why I threatened and bckmailed everyone on my side. I even hired more men than normal for this operation. This is absolutely not going the way those bastards want this time.

  Time to get paid!

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