My Alter Ego’s Path to Greatness

Episode 225 Calcos Tribal Federation (3)

Beorsen was a city built around a large oasis in the middle of the desert and a transportation hub connecting to other regions of the south.

Even though the south was often ridiculed as a barbaric land by other regions because of its emphasis on martial prowess, it was still a human society, so commerce was an important aspect of their lives.

It wasn’t a metropolis, but it was one of the trading cities connecting several regions, bustling with activity day and night.

That was Beorsen.

“…And it was also Baltheon’s birthplace and stronghold… but…”

Behind a sand dune, some distance away from the city, which was now shrouded in a sinister, dark aura…

“It seems the situation is quite serious. We made it just in time.”

Misty, who had guided the hero party here, sighed softly.

She was a beautiful woman with healthy, tanned skin, thick brown hair braided in several strands, and obsidian-like black eyes.

A magnificent tattoo, befitting her title as a High Shaman, extended from her forehead, past her eye, and down to her collarbone, but her eyes were drooping with fatigue.

“…Are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

“I’m not fine, but there’s nothing I can do about it. It was an unavoidable situation.”

She rubbed her eyes and groaned in response to Heinrich’s question.

She had no choice.

After meeting the hero party, she had to work hard to transport her warriors alongside them.

Even though they were elite warriors, they wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the hero party’s speed without her help. They would have arrived exhausted.

“I wouldn’t be of much help in combat anyway. So I chose the most efficient option. It must be fate that we met.”

Considering the current situation, it seemed like the right choice to come with the hero party.

Even though their target was Baltheon and Hans, they would face many obstacles on their way there.

High Shaman Misty had maintained her spells for half a day, transporting hundreds of warriors quickly, stealthily, and in optimal condition.

“And our meeting must also be fate.”

…She whispered, leaning against Harley’s massive arm.

“Huh?”

“Ah— These muscles… I’ve never seen anything like them. This magnificent bicep, this forearm… No, your entire body is a work of art!”

“Khahaha! You have good taste, young lady!”

Her sudden action made the hero party and the nearby Southern Warriors stare at them with strange expressions, but Harley just laughed, pleased with the compliment. 𝑅Ä𝐍ŏᛒƐ𝓢

“I’ve been struggling to control my beating heart ever since I was on your back. Your style, your physique… You’re my ideal man, the one I’ve always dreamed of!”

Her voice was now dreamy and languid, her usual calm demeanor gone.

And not just her voice, but her actions as well.

She was now practically clinging to his arm, rubbing her cheek against it.

“This is embarrassing! Khahaha—!”

“Even your laughter is so manly…”

Harley, the Southern Warrior, even more Southern Warrior than the actual Southern Warriors.

He was a fearsome barbarian in other regions, but here, he was the ultimate heartthrob.

“Tsk, damn it! Handsome bastards, they attract women even if they just stand there! This isn’t fair.”

“Ugh, Misty! Our desert flower…”

“Hey, calm down. That guy is just a pretty face. Don’t mess with him, or you’ll be turned into mincemeat.”

The male warriors glared at them with envy, while…

“Huh! They’re jealous of the wrong things. He’s way out of their league, what’s the point of being jealous?”

“I was eyeing him too, but Misty beat me to it. Look at those arms, I’m so jealous.”

“I thought she wasn’t interested in men… Turns out she just had high standards.”

…The female warriors sighed with disappointment.

“…So that’s why she was burying her face in his back the entire time.”

Isea, watching them from a distance, muttered with a dumbfounded expression.

When Misty agreed to accompany them, she had asked Harley to carry her.

He was more than large enough to carry both women, and she had assumed it was because he was a fellow Southerner, so she hadn’t thought much of it…

But she had been rubbing her face against his back the entire time, even though she was supposed to be focusing on maintaining her spells. It seemed like she had ulterior motives from the beginning.

‘But she never showed any signs of it… And why now, of all times?’

She didn’t seem like the type to lose control in this situation.

As she stared at Misty, she noticed that her eyes weren’t just dreamy, they were completely unfocused.

‘…Don’t tell me, she’s sleep-talking?’

She had a bad feeling about this from the start.

Isea cautiously approached them and shook Misty’s shoulder.

As expected, there was no response.

“Misty! Misty! Wake up! This isn’t the time to be sleeping!”

She shook her harder, and finally,

“Huh? W-what? What’s going on…?”

Misty’s eyes opened wide, as if she had just woken up, and she looked around.

Everyone was staring at her.

“······.”

She slowly followed Harley’s arm with her gaze, meeting his eyes…

And her face flushed bright red.

“…I apologize. I must have spaced out for a moment.”

She quickly let go of his arm and stepped back, pulling her hood over her head.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“Well— then!”

Saintess Liesta, sensing the awkwardness, quickly intervened, drawing everyone’s attention.

“…What should we do? It’s getting dark. It’s not a good idea to fight in the dark, especially if the Immortal King is involved. But we can’t afford to waste any more time either.”

Her question was a valid concern.

Beorsen, shrouded in darkness, didn’t seem like a safe place to enter at night.

Heinrich looked at his companions.

They had been traveling for a while, but they weren’t exhausted.

They had adjusted their pace after the Southern Warriors joined them.

And thanks to Misty’s spell, the warriors were also in good condition.

The only one who was truly exhausted was Misty.

He pondered their next move, and a lively discussion began in his mind.

-Harley: I’m ready to fight!

-Heinz the Second: Do we really need to rush? It would be safer to wait until morning.

-Hubert: It’s frustrating that we can’t communicate directly anymore. It would be safer to wait until dawn. I’m sure Hans won’t try to kill Heinrich or Harley, but I’m not so sure about the others.

-Howard: I say we go in now! Does that bastard get stronger at night and weaker during the day?

-Hugo: That’s true… But we don’t know what he’s planning. Wouldn’t it be too dangerous for the warriors?

-Hesperon: …Actually, we have no choice but to go in now.

But the discussion quickly shifted towards Hesperon’s argument.

-Hesperon: Hans is probably trying to take over the entire city right now. He’s corrupting all the soldiers, turning them into his minions.

-Hubert: And I’m sure he’s not just targeting the military. He’ll use the civilians as well.

-Hesperon: …Right. And once he’s done, he’ll move on to the next location, using Baltheon as his puppet. He’ll devour the rest of their forces as well.

-Hugo: You know, those soldiers, they were completely obedient to Baltheon. They couldn’t even resist the Immortal King.

-Heinz the Second: I see. The sinister energy surrounding the city is proof that Hans is still there.

-Hesperon: This is our only chance. Once Hans starts moving, we’ll never catch him. We can’t give him any more time.

The mental meeting concluded.

They had already made up their minds the moment they realized that innocent people were being sacrificed.

-Heinrich: We’re going in. And…

As Heinrich, their leader, declared their decision, the others nodded in agreement.

And the Southern Warriors, their allies, also prepared to move.

-Heinrich: …I’ll make sure to drive my holy sword through that bastard’s heart.

Heinrich, his steps fueled by anger and frustration, led the charge towards Beorsen, where Hans awaited.

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“We’ll hold them back, Harley! We’ll make sure none of those bastards get past us, even if it costs us our lives!”

“That’s all we can do, really.”

“…But the real problem isn’t the former High Chieftain. We never expected the Immortal King to be behind this.”

The Southern Warrior Trio,

Whispered to Harley as they marched towards the city.

They had already learned why he was here during their journey.

They had been in contact with their families back in the south and had learned about the unsettling events unfolding there.

The three of them had shared their concerns,

And then, realizing they were all thinking the same thing,

They had left a letter for Harley at Hubert’s Trading Company,

And headed south.

“Oh, right! We wrote some embarrassing things in that letter. Harley, it’s probably best if you just destroy it without reading it.”

“…Yeah, that’s for the best.”

They had met Misty while she was being pursued by assassins after escaping captivity,

And then, after helping her gather the remaining warriors who hadn’t joined Baltheon,

They had finally arrived here.

‘They’ve also been on quite an adventure.’

Of course, it was nothing compared to his own story.

Harley nodded approvingly and then looked up at Beorsen’s gate.

The city was surrounded by a sturdy wall made of sand bricks, as monsters were still a threat even in the desert.

And a massive gate, firmly shut, blocked their path.

“…The gate is closed, but there are no guards.”

Heinrich frowned.

The quietest approach would be to scale the walls, but Hans would already know they were here.

So they would have to force the gate open…

But before he could even give the order,

Harley, oblivious to their plan, marched towards the gate…

“Wait, Har…”

“Hrrracha—!”

And punched it.

Kaboom—!

He hadn’t even transformed or used his dragon scales…

But his fist, moving at supersonic speed, smashed into the gate.

Crunch—! Rumble! Kaboom—!

The massive, metal-reinforced gate was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the wall behind it.

A deafening roar echoed from inside the city, as something crumbled and collapsed.

It was a spectacular opening attack.

“Kyaaaack!”

“Grrr—!”

And as if triggered by the sound,

Furious roars and screams echoed from within the city.

“Huh? Did you call me?”

“…No, it’s nothing. You did well, Harley.”

Thanks to his impulsive action, they now knew that there were many enemies waiting for them inside.

And they were all out of control.

“Let’s go. We’ll lead the way.”

“Oh yeah! Let’s do it!”

With the hero party at the front,

The army marched into the city.

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