Chapter 68: Enough (part 1)

Dozens of cadets disembarked from the wagons that had arrived at the Eastern Front. They glanced around, taking note of one another, though a subtle hostility lingered in the air.  

Observing this, Ian found it absurd. 

Of course, the principal had set up this competition—it had to be fair. A cadet was a competitor, not an enemy. They shouldn’t forget that.  

“At this time, reinforcements are arriving.”  

“They’re still cadets, so it may be difficult for the veterans to take them seriously… but it’s better than nothing.” 

“Well, just having them stand here is enough.”  

Earl Islan, the Eastern Front Marshal, welcomed the cadets.  

As he said, the difference between cadets and nobles wasn’t as vast as one might think. After all, a summon’s abilities grew when they leveled up, not through experience—and only Ian knew how to level them up.  

“Cadets, I appreciate your support. However, I’m sorry to say you’ll have to move immediately—there’s no time to rest.”  

“… Is the frontline really that overwhelmed?”  

“Are things that dire?”  

At a cadet’s question, Earl burst into hearty laughter. The sheer naivety of it was too amusing.  

The Earl, still chuckling, wiped the tears from his eyes before speaking.  

“Whew… Listen well, cadets. I can promise you one thing.”  

With a grin that revealed his yellowed teeth, he added,  

“A week from now, you won’t have time to sleep…”  

***

The Absolute Defense Line  

From the Far East to the North and South territories, the absolute defense lines overseen by the four dukes had always seen their fair share of battles. However, in recent weeks, the number of demonic monsters invading had increased dramatically.  

Just as breeding monsters sent their young into human territory, they were slowly but surely wearing down humanity’s stamina.  

If even the region’s most powerful Count hadn’t been able to bathe in two weeks, that alone spoke volumes about how dire the situation was.  

In such circumstances, the academy had dispatched reinforcements to every region.  

“Don’t even think about leaving the walls! You’ll be surrounded and killed!”  

“Forget about retrieving monster corpses! Just abandon them!”  

Standing atop the fortress walls, Ian frowned at the sheer number of monsters before him.  

Upon closer inspection, they were human-sized insects—monsters capable of taking down dozens of 1-star summons on their own.  

In the game, multiple of these monsters were treated as one, making them seem weak. But now that this was reality… the situation was entirely different.  

‘This is insane…’  

In the game, a single attack from a summon could wipe out a swarm of these insects. Likewise, the monsters’ combined assault would be considered a single attack.  

Now, however, there was no such correction. Each of these insects attacked individually, and summons had to counter every single strike.  

The result? Stamina consumption had doubled, and even though the insects’ attack power had been reduced to a tenth of what it should be, they were still incredibly dangerous.  

While they couldn’t kill a summon in one hit, they could still tear off chunks of flesh.  

And if the battle dragged on? Humanity, already outnumbered, would inevitably be wiped out.  

“Are you holding onto your magic stone?”  

“Huh? Oh—yeah, of course.”  

But for Ian, all of this was meaningless.  

He turned to the cadets behind him, reminding them to keep a firm grip on their magic stones—a magic tool that automatically recorded the number of monsters they defeated.  

He didn’t know exactly how it worked, but it was magic, after all.  

It wasn’t freezing time or warping space—it was just counting. That wasn’t anything to be surprised about.  

“Empress.”  

[Is it okay now, Summoner?]  

“You’re right on time.”  

Ian raised his hand and called for her. The Empress, who had never revealed herself in front of others, spoke in a voice filled with concern. But in a situation like this, he couldn’t summon Anna or Theresia—both of them were specialized for combat against humans, not hordes of monsters.  

And so, with a grand flourish, the Empress appeared.  

“If my summoner commands it, then this body shall descend~☆”  

She landed lightly on the ground, her presence exuding an effortless grace.  

The cadets, who had only heard rumors about Ian’s summons, were taken aback.  

Everyone knew that he controlled humanoid summons—two, to be exact.  

And according to rumors, both were knights clad in dazzling armor.  

Yet the summon before them now was entirely different. No armor, just flowing robes, a hooded hat, and a staff in hand. She looked more like a witch than a warrior.  

“Alright! Let’s start things off with a special move!”  

Excited to finally experience a real battle again, the Empress raised her staff, directing it toward the countless insects below the fortress wall.  

Her Origin Art—an unpredictable spell from the Great Witch.  

In the game, no one knew what kind of magic she would cast. It was a skill that relied entirely on luck.  

And now, that gamble would play out in reality.

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