Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

86 – Cleaning Up (2)

When I entered Captain Dalton’s room, he sighed as soon as he saw me.

He looked at me without saying anything, but the desk was full of papers filled with letters that didn’t look very well written even when viewed from a distance.

‘All those papers were posted in relation to Centurion Hans, right?’

Although a mercenary unit is a group of perverts who are defined as enemies and kill anyone who is defined as an enemy just because they are paid and commissioned, and are a group of perverts who are heavily into drinking and women, ‘executing’ those inside requires an appropriate review process and reasonable measures. A basis is needed.

This case is probably more complicated because it is necessary to clearly determine whether it was because Centurion Hans, who had been requested for support during the war, was unable to send reinforcements to me, or whether he could have sent them but did not send them on purpose or by mistake.

“Is Martin here? “Okay, there’s a chair in the corner over there, so take it out and sit down.”

When I heard that, I swallowed my saliva.

If it was going to end relatively briefly, I wouldn’t have told you to take out the chair, so I’m sure you’re about to start a long story about a pretty serious topic.

When I brought a chair and sat down, Dalton slammed the desk and ground his teeth.

Are you really mad at me?

I guess my thoughts were revealed on my face.

Soon Dalton shook his head and said.

“Oh, I’m not angry at you. “It’s because I’m so upset thinking about Hans that I can’t even kill him by ripping off his limbs.”

When I saw him sighing with his eyes looking into the distance, he seemed to be distraught in many ways.

Someone who doesn’t know much will hurt Dalton’s feelings even more by saying things like ‘Is that so?’

Because I’m not that kind of idiot who gets criticized for wearing it when I shouldn’t and not being able to wear it when I don’t.

‘I guess I should give Dalton some time now.’

After waiting in silence for a while, Dalton sighed once again as the floor fell.

“Okay, before we start talking about it, there’s something I want to say. “Can I do it?”

I nodded at those words.

“Ha, since it’s you, I’m being honest. Hans That bastard didn’t have extraordinary fighting or commanding ability to be a centurion. “It’s just that he was a contributor who was with me from the beginning, so I pushed him a little and that’s why I appointed him.”

“Is that so?”

“So when he was appointed as a white captain, he said he would work harder than ever. And even though he had some shortcomings in actual combat, he did his job well as a centurion leader because he worked hard in other areas.”

Captain Hans, the reason I hate that damn guy is because I hate him.

When I objectively analyzed him, from the time I joined this mercenary unit until now, he has never made a major mistake in his work.

In fact, even people who disliked that man grumbled that they recognized at least one aspect of his work ability.

‘That and this matter are completely separate.’

Dalton gritted his teeth with a stern expression.

“So I believed it, but then that damn guy stabbed me in the back.”

Then he jumped up from his seat, clenched his big fist, and hit the desk so hard that I thought it might dent it.

“Honestly, as a former knight and mercenary, I sometimes feel jealous when I see the speed at which you are growing. So, Hans, that bastard can be jealous, and he can gossip a bit, find fault with people to prevent them from getting promoted, and things like that.”

I feel like I’m being jealous of Hans. Even though it’s dirty, it’s natural for humans to feel jealous when they see someone better than them.

Regardless of how I feel, I think it’s really inevitable to have such ugly feelings.

Of course, apart from understanding his feelings, he almost caused a great disaster for the mercenary army by trying to screw me, so I plan to repay him somehow, whether by ripping off that bastard’s head or in some other way.

‘When taking revenge, it is the virtue of a cultured person to return the favor 100 times.’

“But, f*ck. Because the bastard who was the centurion of the mercenary army gathered all the testimonies. It was possible to send reinforcements to Martin Platoon, but no reinforcements were sent. When I interrogated the guys below me to find out why they did that, they said that he had a huge inferiority complex towards you, Martin, so he was always talking about you behind your back. He received a request for support, but Hans didn’t say anything, so the guys below asked if they should send reinforcements to Martin’s platoon, and he said why should they help a good guy, and that he didn’t need to go for reinforcements. Through this, the conclusion I came to is…”

Dalton took a moment to breathe, then he exhaled and spoke.

“The guy who is going to rip out this intestines and kill you, Martin, was jealous of you when you attacked him, and when he tried to let out that feeling on the battlefield where the lives of 500 of our mercenaries were at stake, he almost annihilated our entire mercenary corps.”

“……No way, no way, I did it.”

To be honest, even though I hate that bastard, Fior, who made all kinds of fuss after I was promoted to commander of the 10th squadron and before he became a platoon leader.

If you ask for help on the battlefield, he will help and cooperate as much as possible.

I never thought that a nobleman who rose to the rank of centurion leader would cause such a petty act and cause a major accident.

‘I’m so shocked that I’m shocked.’

“Because the nature of the crime is bad, the only punishment for this bastard is the ‘death penalty’ according to the mercenary law. “I’m going to call all the kids over in a few days and cut their throats. What do you think?”

He is the one who tried to kill not only me but also the other members of our mercenary unit, so the death penalty is warranted.

‘But simple beheading? It’s a bit weak…’

Since he was the one who tried to kill me, I think he deserves to be executed a little more hotly.

“Isn’t this the guy who tried to put the entire mercenary group in danger? Cut off his limbs one by one and decapitate him. To put it bluntly, if he was caught stealing or trying to steal items worth more than 5 gold coins from a mercenary unit, he would be beheaded, but I don’t think there is any distinction.”

“Let’s do that. By the way…”

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Dalton smiled and handed me an order.

“What is this?”

“You’ll know when you read it, you bastard. “Why is this guy talking so much?”

When I read the order Dalton gave me, it said the following.

[Instead of Hans of the 3rd Centurion of the Whitebeard Mercenaries, Martin Mayer, 1st Platoon Commander of the 2nd Centurion, is appointed as the centurion commander of the 3rd Centurion.]

If it were a regular army under a nobleman, all kinds of rhetoric would have been included, but since it was a mercenary unit, was it written short and simply?

“Killing Hans is killing him, and people who deserve promotions should be promoted. The war is not over yet, so there is no reward yet, but there was a vacant position, so Martin was promoted. “There are no complaints, right?”

To be honest, it doesn’t mean I lack ability.

We will be able to somehow manage the Baekin University.

“Are there people who turn down promotions? And Hans, that bastard also paid a fair price, so I have no reason to be dissatisfied.”

“That’s true too, I understand. But how are you going to carry out the execution? “If you say you want to, it would be better if you execute Hans yourself.”

I have killed many enemies so far, but this is my first time killing an ally.

So I was a little hesitant, but I changed my mind when I saw Dalton’s expression.

It’s not that he, a normal man, is crying or has red eyes or anything like that, but his eyes are…

Originally, Dalton, the mercenary leader, had to carry out the execution himself…

‘Even if Hans were to be sentenced to death based on rational judgment since he did something that would kill him, it would be difficult to carry out the execution because of the bond we have had together so far.’

For me, killing him isn’t that hard or difficult, but it seems like a burden on Dalton’s mind…

I think it would be better, no, much better for me to do it in terms of letting go of my resentment against that guy.

Because it is clean and refreshing to take revenge by hand.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

At those words, Dalton’s expression brightened a little.

“Are you sure?”

“Since he tried to screw me over, I think it’s right to kill him with my own hands.”

Dalton tapped my shoulder.

“Okay, thank you. And after Hans is executed, Pappenheim says he wants to talk to you face to face, so go see him. He said he would like to hear opinions on what our military should do in the future. Talk to that idiot so he doesn’t get caught. He asks really well.”

…… f*ck, I stopped thinking for a moment.

And a few days later, an empty lot outside Marseille Castle.

I was here to execute the execution of former Centurion Hans on behalf of Captain Dalton.

Hans, that man had chopped up people’s faces countless times while working as a mercenary, and was trembling even before he went up to the scaffold.

He couldn’t say anything meaningful because he was gagged, but I think he would beg for his life if they were let out.

Now, the turn of reciting the prisoner’s crime before execution is over.

Other mercenaries captured Hans and placed him on the execution stand.

Then, I completely tied the arms and legs to a cross-shaped frame to make it easier to cut off the limbs.

“Remove the gag, I have to listen to the will.”

The guys removed the gag from Hans’ mouth.

“f*ck, help me! What I did was not a deadly sin! Can’t we just end with deportation? Martin, I need you to speak kindly to the captain. f*ck, if I’m being blunt about it, what good will it do you if I die? “You can become a centurion commander thanks to me, so eat everything you can and save me.”

I wanted to beat him up a few times, but beating up a death row inmate is not a good thing…

“Stop that bullsh*t before you grind it into cotton rock. You know that our entire mercenary corps was almost killed because of you, right? “Do you still want to live like that?”

When I said this, everyone downstairs booed.

“f*ck, even if you hate Centurion Martin, there are things you should do and things you shouldn’t do!”

“I’d rather challenge you to a duel, what the f*ck!”

“Thanks to you, our kids almost fell over! “Just shut up and die like a man!”

In the midst of all the shouting, I whispered into Hans’ ear.

“Still, I was grateful. Thanks to you, Lucia will soon become my woman, and I will gratefully receive your position as a centurion.”

Nothing hurts someone’s feelings more than saying thank you to someone who is about to be executed.

“Execution!”

At the same time as I said those words, I lifted the execution sword and cut off one of the man’s legs.

“aaah! f*ck!!”

When cutting off a leg, arm, or neck, a clumsy executioner may not be able to cut it off in one go and must cut it off with several swings, but I did not do that.

‘If I can’t cut it here in one go, my skills will be questioned.’

Then let’s cut off the remaining leg and both arms one by one…

Hans was screaming that he should be killed quickly, and the guys below him were clapping their hands and cheering.

“Century Martin, look at your skills! “It’s so cool.”

“It’s not easy to cut a person’s leg with one knife…”

“f*ck, kill me! “Kill me!”

The crime is a crime, and it is very burning, perhaps because of the culture that considers the death penalty to be a kind of spectacle.

I also raised my execution sword to the sky as a sign of agreement.

“This is the last time!”

Then he struck Hans in the neck.

The guy’s head fell off and fell into the wooden bucket, and everyone sang three cheers.

I was so sad on the inside, and there was no better way to feel relief after cutting off the head of the guy who f*cked me.

And a few days later, I was called by Pappenheim.