Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start-Chapter 293: To The Battlefield

With the attack on the camp, the next few days passed in tense silence for most of the soldiers while Jareb and Henry trained under Bael.

Bael no longer drilled them with the same strictness he had once used on his own squad. Instead, he focused on skill and technique rather than raw strength and speed — something he himself had known little about back then.

Their days passed in patrols and training, and on the third day after the attack, the commander returned to the camp, and with him came a message which caused a shiver to run down the soldiers’ spines.

The duke’s forces had been seen at the edge of the battlefield.

Even though all of them had joined with the knowledge of possible death, none of them could deny that they had hoped the war would never happen, but there was no way for it not to happen because the duke wanted the throne at all costs.

Upon the news, unlike most, Bael was relieved. The reason was simple: if the duke had decided to move, it meant he could no longer stall, or whatever was allowing him to create those shadow soldiers could no longer be used, or wasn’t worth it.

Though things had now become chaotic and the kingdom no longer needed the cores he had the merchants sell to them, which was good. Once all of this was over, he could use those cores for development instead of wasting them on a war he was sure to win.

"Strike harder," Bael said as he blocked Henry’s attacks and moved his sword away from him.

Henry didn’t react to his words and continued to attack him from the left while throwing a few kicks in between.

Bael easily dodged all of his attacks and commented, "Why are you so fixed on this style? Shouldn’t a swordsman be broad-minded for the pursuit of the sword?"

Henry spun on his feet and swung his sword in a downward arc. Bael jumped back and threw his dagger at him.

Henry gritted his teeth, raised his sword to block the incoming dagger, and answered, "For me, my sword is nothing but a weapon that shapes my thoughts."

"If it’s needed, can you discard your sword?" Bael asked while his thrown dagger returned to his hand.

Henry swung the sword in a wide sideways angle and said, "I can."

Bael stopped and grabbed the sword between his index finger and thumb and said, "Good."

He let go of the sword, and Henry sheathed it before he fell on his butt and started huffing.

"You didn’t have to use that much strength," he mumbled under his breath while rubbing his arms with a pained expression.

"You are getting good at acting unbothered," Bael commented, and his gaze shifted towards Jareb, who was lying a few steps away from them.

At that moment, a loud horn resounded throughout the area.

Jareb sat up, and Henry lowered his hands.

Bael stepped forward and mumbled, "It seems the time has come for us to head out to the battlefield."

As the war had finally begun, most of the soldiers were being regrouped at the main war camp at the southern edge of the battlefield.

These camps were also at the edge, but they had the forest between them and the battlefield.

Bael began walking towards the camp. The two nobles rose to their feet and followed behind him. "Master! Wait!" they shouted.

A smile creased Bael’s lips, and a few minutes later, they reached the camp.

Once there, they walked back to their tent and packed all of their belongings before walking to the soldiers standing at the south end of the camp.

The knights who were rarely seen were also present there, and were to guide the soldiers to the main war camp.

As Jareb, Henry, and Bael neared them, the soldiers looked away from them. Even those who had been part of their platoon were the same.

The three knew the reason behind such treatment — Enris.

Just like how he had made all the other nobles join him, he had compelled the soldiers to have a negative perception of Bael and the two noble heirs.

The three obviously didn’t care about such things, but to the knights, they were sticking out like sore thumbs.

However, before things could go south for them, a familiar face stepped forward and said, "These three will be under my command."

Hearing the familiar voice, a smile appeared on Jareb and Henry’s faces while Enris’s lips dropped into an irritated frown.

"Are you sure, Sir William?" one of the knights asked while giving the three a sour look.

William stepped before the three and displayed a fatherly smile. "Yes. They are good people."

"But are they good soldiers?" the knight who had taken Enris under him asked with clearly malicious intent.

The place fell silent, and all of the soldiers and knights turned towards them.

The corners of William’s lips curled upwards, and he asked, "How do you evaluate one as a good soldier, Sir Robert?"

Robert spoke after staying silent for a minute. "To me, those who follow the commands are good soldiers."

William nodded and lifted a hand towards the three as he said, "As you can see, they are alive, which means they followed the commands given to them. So I don’t see why you would question their abilities."

Robert stared at William for a moment and turned around. "We have to leave."

A chuckle escaped Henry and Jareb, and William turned towards them. "We shall go as well, young masters."

"Why did you do it?" Bael questioned with a puzzled expression.

William glanced at him and spoke, "It’s good that you are worried for your masters, but do make sure you do not ask beyond what you can."

Bael nodded and mumbled, "Understood."

The noble heirs looked between their master and the knight, and William stated, "We have to move now, the main camp is too far for us to waste any more time here."

The three nodded and, with a final glance at the camp, they stepped forward.