I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 115 - The Mountain Storm Finally Comes (2/2)

Meanwhile, on the Empire’s border, where the Antica Duchy met the beastmen territory. In recent months, more and more beastmen had gathered at the border.

The reason was the explosive growth of the beastmen population. The food in the desert could not sustain the massive beastmen population, so the beastmen set their sights on the human territories.

The green-skinned beastmen with sharp tusks were born natural warriors.

This world was unfair. Take humans and beastmen, for example. Humans needed twenty years of robust growth to transform from a child lacking the strength to tie up a chicken into a strong warrior, while beastmen only needed half the time, and their strength far exceeded that of untrained ordinary humans.

Furthermore, normally grown beastmen lived by hunting in the desert, inherently possessing more combat experience than humans.

Even with hastily assembled troops, three thousand beastmen could overwhelm thirty thousand conscripts.

However, compared to the standing army receiving military pay, the threat of the beastmen was not as great.

In fact, regarding high-end combat power alone, human elite troops could even crush beastmen armies of the same number.

But the cost was certainly not small.

On the border line, a tall beastman with dreadlocks and wearing a fur coat looked up at the sky.

In the sky, a giant eagle circled down, slowly landing in front of the beastman. A letter hung from its beak. The beastman leader took the letter, read its contents, and then nodded in satisfaction.

“The time has come. It’s time to attack,” he said in the beastman language. Then, mounting a strong giant wolf, he rode towards the rear.

That day, all the beastmen tribes gathered at the border received the order from the Coalition Chieftain, Balu, to launch an immediate attack and plunder grain from the human territories.

The soldiers stationed at the border had long been prepared for battle. The young soldiers who participated in the battle more than ten years ago had now become officers.

An officer stood on the walls of the border guard city, frowning as he looked at the endless desert before him.

A sandstorm was currently raging across the desert, obscuring the view for the defending soldiers.

They only heard a somewhat shrill horn call blowing from the distant desert.

The new recruits didn’t understand the meaning of the horn, but the veterans, hearing this sound again after more than ten years, subconsciously tensed up.

They reminded the new recruits around them to prepare for battle.

Subsequently, everyone saw what might possibly be the last sight of their lives.

From within the dust storm, batch after batch of beastmen charged out, rushing straight towards the guard city.

They roared something in the beastman language, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

Feeling the trembling of the earth, as if the city walls themselves were shaking, the new recruits had never seen such a scene before, their hands struggling to hold their weapons steady.

The defending officer also drew his sword at this moment.

“Soldiers! Now, you are participating in the most glorious, the greatest battle in history! You are protecting the tens of millions of Imperial citizens behind you! For the Empire, hold these barbaric beastmen outside the city!”

...

“What? Father was assassinated?” On the third day after the midterm exams, Orson received the news of Lucius’s assassination attempt. He looked at the little maid before him, his expression filled with utter surprise.

“Yes, Young Master Orson!” Vivian nodded, her expression also extremely anxious. She had rushed to the Imperial Capital immediately after learning this information.

“The Master is not in mortal danger now, but he can only lie in bed to recuperate. I heard, I heard the front lines have already been attacked by the beastmen...”

“...” Orson frowned upon hearing this, then looked at Vivian.

“Alright, Vivian, wait outside for me for a moment. I’ll ask the academy for leave to go home. We need to stabilize the situation on the front lines first, at least.”

Orson certainly knew what the fall of Lucius, the commander-in-chief of the front lines, meant at this moment.

Although Lucius had arranged deputies for himself, Lucius was, after all, a general who had participated in the last war. His absence would inevitably deal a major blow to the front lines.

Subsequently, Orson returned to the dormitory and began packing his things.

Litte, seeing the anxious Orson, also asked, “Orson, what happened?”

“Father was attacked. The beastmen took the opportunity to attack,” Orson said briefly.

Although the words were few, the information conveyed was significant.

Hearing this sentence, Litte also covered her mouth, revealing a shocked expression.

“Orson, why...”

“I don’t know either.” Orson shook his head, then went to the Academy Dean’s office.

“Dean Luca, I would like to request leave to go home,” Orson stated his purpose directly upon entering the office. freēwēbnovel.com

“Something happened at home?” Luca also knew about the recent problems in Antica, but in his view, with Lucius overseeing things, the front lines, if not foolproof, should at least be able to hold out for some time.

But unexpectedly, Orson said, “My father was attacked. Although his life is not in danger, the beastmen attacked during this time. The front lines are without a leader, and someone is urgently needed to stabilize the situation.”

“Ah?” Hearing the news of Lucius’s assassination attempt, Luca also frowned.

This was probably the first time in his life he had heard of a Duke being assassinated.

You know, in the Empire, apart from the Imperial Family, the most noble were the Dukes. In the provinces, a Duke’s word even carried more weight than the Emperor’s. For a Duke to actually be assassinated was truly unheard of.

“I understand. This leave is approved. Additionally, if Student Litte also needs to go back, I will approve his leave as well.” Luca said this, wrote two leave slips on paper, and handed them to Orson – one for him and one for Litte.

“Hurry back and stabilize the situation. The council will make a decision soon, and then everyone from the academy will come to the front lines to support you.”

“Thank you, Dean Luca,” Orson said, nodding. Subsequently, he took the leave slips and hurried to the Student Council.

He called Olivia and Manuel together.

“President Orson, what happened?” Manuel asked with confusion, seeing Orson in such a hurry.

“I need to take leave and go home for something. Before the council decides on the tasks for the second half of the semester, the work of the Student Council is handed over to you.”

Olivia certainly knew what matter could make Orson rush back so urgently. She didn’t ask much, just nodded.

“Orson, take care of yourself.” Saying this, Olivia stepped forward, reached out, and embraced Orson.

“...Mm.” Orson nodded upon hearing this.

Subsequently, he separated from Olivia and left the Student Council building.

When he returned to the dormitory again, Litte had already packed her things. She looked at Orson and spoke, “Orson, I want to go back too.”

“Mm.” Orson didn’t refuse Litte’s request upon hearing this.

In his view, as a member of the family, Litte also had a responsibility to bear some burden when Lucius was injured and couldn’t go to the front lines.

“Litte, help me contact another group of people.” Orson said this, whispering a string of names into Litte’s ear.

“Help me tell them about this matter. I need their help.”

Litte was startled at first upon hearing the names Orson mentioned, then nodded.

...

Three hours later, Orson and Litte walked out of the Imperial Academy gate.

Vivian, standing at the gate, waited anxiously for them. Seeing the two of them, Vivian waved towards them.

“Young Master Orson, Young Master Litte!”

“Let’s go back,” Orson said, summoning a magic carpet, and carried the two towards the Antica Duchy.