Age of arrogance novel (machine translated with some grammatical edits)

Chapter 50

Asha and Decker, who were in doubt, soon learned the identity of the reinforcements.

"Your Highness Carlisle..... ?"

A red cape that stands out even from afar and large war horses that are few and far between in Pervaz's army. In this drab North, there was only Carlisle who could lead the knights, wearing a cape of striking red colour. Although she was almost dazed for a moment, Asha came to her senses by chopping off the head of the Igram tribe warrior that was running towards her wanting to take advantage of the commotion.

"Let's leave Mount Kruze to His Highness Carlisle and focus on eliminating these guys."

"Didn't I tell you! His Highness Carlisle seems like a surprisingly good person! Hahaha!"

Decker sighed in relief and laughed heartily. Although she couldn't quite agree with that statement, Asha also gained strength knowing that she could rest assured.

"You bastards! How dare you try to strike me from behind?"

A cool glare swept across the barbarians, and the sword of the Reaper began to stir the battlefield again. Instead of accomplishing their grand plan of besieging Pervaz Castle in one day, the Igrams lost half of their army on the same day and fled to an abandoned land. It was a battle that ended so quickly that it was awkward for the Pervaz people who were accustomed to long, long wars.

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In the evening, after the surprise attack by the Igrams was brilliantly hindered, there was a faint happy atmosphere in the air of Pervaz Castle despite the hectic process of recovering the dead bodies and treating the wounded. Although there was no damage at all, they prevented the war from extending. Carlisle's help was crucial in making that possible.

"I'll go see His Majesty Carlisle."

"Oh, that's right. I was just happy to see him earlier...but I'm a little worried now."

Decker became anxious as he recalled the history of the man named Carlisle Evaristo. Carlisle could have made many harsh remarks as he wanted in this situation, that too with a bright smile.

"Anyway, I'm grateful for his help. I'll just be patient as long as I can."

"That's right. If it weren't for His Highness Carlisle, we wouldn't have been able to achieve this great victory."

Asha chuckled at Decker's worry and headed to the second floor.

Of the 600 soldiers Asha led out, 17 died, 45 were seriously injured, and about 200 were lightly injured. It was a much better result than expected. It would not be enough to thank Carlisle for preventing much damage. However, she was a little worried that this might be an excuse for him and the 'Jairo's' under him to mock and insult Pervaz.

'I can't help it.'

She was neither shameless, prideful nor brave to go and ask Carlisle why he helped her. The second floor was also busy with post-battle management, but Asha's request to meet Carlisle was not rejected.

"You're here. Sit down."

Carlisle must have been expecting her to come, so he naturally greeted her and offered her a seat. There were already two teacups and a teapot covered with a warmer on the table. However, Asha did not sit on her sofa but stood bending her back in a bow.

"Thank you for your help."

It was an honest and stiff bow, right from an etiquette textbook. Carlisle felt a sense of distance from her gratified action and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.