I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 11 - You Still Have One Choice (1/3)

Beastmen were a courageous and skilled fighting race. To become their leader, one naturally had to possess extraordinary martial prowess. However, at this moment, seeing their commander-in-chief personally fleeing, the beastmen’s morale plummeted. Many beastmen also began to have thoughts of escaping. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Gradually, more and more beastmen started to flee back.

Some even discarded their weapons and armor to escape faster, completely unaware of what would happen if a troop appeared in front of them at that moment.

Fortunately, the human troops inside the city did not come out to pursue at this moment but remained defending within the city.

Their defensive mission was completed. The current rest was well-deserved.

Three hours later, under the attack of the human coalition army, the beastmen left behind thirty thousand corpses here. There had been a long-standing hatred between humans and beastmen, so there was no talk of taking prisoners. Even if they were captured and not killed immediately, they would be publicly executed later to boost morale.

The remaining fleeing beastmen, added together, did not exceed forty thousand. Compared to the over one hundred thousand when they came, the losses were already devastating.

On the human side, due to suitable tactics, the losses were slightly smaller, but due to the difference in size and strength between humans and beastmen, humans still suffered around ten thousand casualties.

However, once a human soldier was injured on the battlefield, the accompanying military priest behind them could instantly stop the bleeding from the soldier’s wound. As long as they weren’t directly struck in the head or heart by a beastman, they could generally survive.

Therefore, out of these ten thousand casualties, only four thousand were lives that could not be saved. The remaining soldiers, with the help of the priests, would soon be able to return to the battlefield.

In the military camp behind, a girl with long pink hair was chatting with Orson.

“I truly didn’t expect, Young Master Orson, that you would use our support here,” the girl said this, lightly covering her mouth and chuckling.

“Of course. Compared to the field hospital model of the past, in a situation where we have the advantage, having priests accompany the troops on the battlefield will certainly have a greater effect,” Orson said this, also returning a smile.

The other party was the representative sent by the church in this operation, Saintess Liliya.

In the Empire, besides alchemists who could produce healing potions, mages could also achieve a certain degree of healing effect with magic. However, compared to priests, all of that was like a drop in the bucket.

Priests were a profession truly specialized in healing and blessings. Normally, each local church would assign a priest. If someone was seriously injured, going to a priest was the correct course of action.

And if one suffered from a curse, they could only find a priest to dispel the evil.

Of course, the aid provided by priests was not entirely without charge. Apart from providing free healing and purification services during the festivals commemorating the Goddess of Life, at other times these services required payment, and the cost was not small.

This was to prevent people from running to the church for every little thing, bothering the priests, and simultaneously preventing the priests from having time to save those who truly needed treatment.

Because of this, it promoted the development of small clinics and related industries.

The Empire had achieved the separation of church and state several hundred years ago. Although the church still had a large influence among the common people, it no longer had the right to interfere in local politics.

To compensate the church, the Empire specifically enacted laws, granting the church considerable autonomy in its operations. For a thousand years, the church and the Imperial Family had always respected each other. The Emperor’s coronation had to be performed by the Pope, and the Pope’s inauguration would also receive congratulations from the Imperial Family.

During regular operations, priests from nearby churches would be temporarily conscripted by the army to treat the wounded. However, in large-scale battles, the wounded could number in the thousands, and the priests simply couldn’t treat everyone.

Furthermore, priests previously stayed far behind the front lines for safety, waiting to treat the wounded after the war ended. This caused a number of seriously wounded soldiers on the battlefield to miss the critical window for treatment and die.

Now that Orson had the priests follow behind the army, naturally more people could be saved.

“With the beastmen repelled this time, the border should have over a decade of peace again,” Liliya said this, sighing.

“I wonder when true peace will finally arrive.”

“Young Master Orson, you might find this a bit absurd, but do you believe there will be a day when humans and beastmen end their hatred and achieve complete peace?”

“Apologies. In my opinion, the animosity between humans and beastmen is long-standing. This is no longer a problem that can be solved by the upper echelons. This is a hatred etched between the two races, not something that can be easily resolved,” Orson said this, shaking his head.

Seeing that even Orson gave a negative reply, Liliya’s head drooped, her expression very dejected.

“Is it really impossible to achieve peace?”

Thinking about it, it made sense. Wars between humans were wars between the same race. Between people of the same race, there was usually no interaction to begin with, so there was no inherent hatred. All wars were started by people in the upper echelons to achieve some objective.

Without conflicts between the upper lords, war was difficult to start.

But the war between humans and beastmen had been going on for over a thousand years.

From the moment they were born, both sides were instilled with one idea: they were enemies.

Under the daily indoctrination, even if there was no interaction between them normally, upon seeing different faces and hearing different languages, the choice they made was still not to seek common ground while preserving differences, but a simpler and more direct solution.

That was conflict.