T/N Update: Sorry. The next chapter will take a rather long while. I recently found out that all of my mid term exams happen on the same week, with at least 3 of them on the same day. Right now really isn’t the time for me to translate, but I’ll Continue Reading →

The Rinse Kingdom’s capital, Miller, greatly shook from one rumor. < Count Roan Lancephil has won the fief war! >

T/N Update: ch. 185 will most likely be delayed to early wednesday. Currently cramming for psych midterm in approximately 14 hours. ‘It become completely crumpled.’ It was the last hope. If Kali Owells was to just perhaps snap Roan, he could have flip the situation of the war. Of course, Continue Reading →

T/N: Sorry about the delay. Well then, without further ado, here is what are essentially the last two chatpers of the Fief War arc. For those who were saving up, the entire Fief War arc is essentially ch. 153 Poskein Subjugation (1) to Ch. 184 Tie (4). There was neither Continue Reading →

“They’re finally moving.” Clay put down a paper about the size of a palm and formed an odd smile. He had perhaps wondered, but it was as expected. ‘Rinse Southern Mercenary Guild. You’ve waited well for quite a long time.’

T/N Update: ch. 182 may be a day or so delayed. Just found out that even Kuhaku is busy until Wednesday next week, so I’ll have to look for another PR to step in for the time. Sorry about the inconvenience. “Haa! Haa! Haa!” Rough breaths touched the horse’s back. Continue Reading →

The Owells Forces violently pushed the Tale Legion and the Lancephil Legion. “Hahaha! You bastards! Look over here as well!” “Do you plan to keep showing us the back of your head like that!” “Hahaha! Serves you right!”

A battle within a rain. A bloody fight in a middle of rain. Within the rain that violently fell, screams and shouts became disjointed. “Die!” “Uaaah!”

“Until now is as expected, sir.” “Good.” At the adjutant’s report, Kali Owells formed a satisfied expression. His gaze headed beyond the hills. A widely spread forest, and a steep mountain that abruptly rose beyond it. It was the Arslan Valley.

T/n: The second chapter of the week. A wind like march. The Tale Legion and the Lancephil Legion’s march north was without a pause. At the state where Chase Legion and the Owells Forces’ main army had receded to the west, the Lancephil Fief’s south and east were no different Continue Reading →