Fun Territory Defense Chapter 92 Part 1 (Patreon)

Merging

After all the nay-saying, we arrived at the nearest town to Scudetto.

After the defeat, they decided that it would take time to rebuild the army, including reinforcements.

When they arrived at the town, they immediately saw a large number of knights and mercenaries. However, they were fewer in number than I had expected. I wondered if they had already gone to the battle to recapture the city.

"Maybe the castle wall has collapsed, just because I couldn't see it from my side?  If so, they would want to move on to the battle to retake the castle before the other side repairs the walls.

I muttered, and Dee crossed her arms and groaned.

"Hmm...I can see why they'd want to do that to make up for their blunder, but really..."

"The side that's caged in has lost completely. I wonder if they will be well-prepared to take on the challenge."

"If I were you, I would. I would be prepared to receive reinforcements and just capture the citadel. We always expect a long battle."

As we were having this conversation in the town, we heard footsteps coming toward us. I also hear the clash of metal and the distinctive sound of those in armor.

When I turned around, there was a surprising opponent standing there. No, I should say that I had expected it, but I was not yet prepared for it.

"It's been a long time. Father."

I bowed my head and my Daddy, the Marquis Jalpa Bull Ati Fertio, whom I hadn't seen in a year, looked down at me.

He looks slightly thinner than before, but his steely eyes are the same. Surrounding him are his father's guards in black armor decorated with gold.

Because of his father's extreme meritocracy, the Marquise's knights are all very stout.

Surrounded by these powerful knights, my father looked down at me with an annoyed expression and opened his mouth.

"...I see you've become a baron."

"Ah, yes. I haven't changed my family name, so I'm still called Baron Van..."

"...I heard you slayed a dragon."

"Oh, in case you were wondering, a Green Forest dragon."

My father's brow wrinkles deeply as he answers this matter-of-factly.

"How did you do it?  Even I cannot defeat a dragon of that class by myself. That's exactly the kind of opponent that my knighthood would challenge with all its might."

As I said this, my father looked at me with a questioning look.

"...Well, using ballista."

My father laughs as he exhales in reply.

"What, ballista?  No way, did you use a Mithril's spear?  That's impossible, isn't it?"

I sigh in reply to his mocking comment. Even if I told the truth, he probably wouldn't believe me.

"...Marquis Jalpa. Please give me something, an unnecessary sword or shield."

When I tell him this, my father blinks his eyes for a moment, then immediately changes color. He is clearly angry.

But what did he think? The father suppressed his anger and looked at the knight standing next to him.

"Bring out your spare weapon."

"Ha!"

The knight offers a straight sword about seventy centimeters long with a stagnant movement.

I took it and lifted the sword, still in its sheath on the spot, parallel to the ground.

"Camsin, try cutting."

I muttered that much, and Camsin silently drew his beloved sword and slashed down from the top.

A high-pitched metallic sound echoed slightly, confusing my father and the knights.

"What are you...?"

As soon as the knight who owned the sword said something, the sword in its scabbard was split in half from the center, and the sword tip side fell to the ground.

The fathers were astonished at the impossible cut and the fact that it was only a child of about 10 years old who had done it.