Roar Cry…

For a moment, there was an absolute silence before monsters let out roars and cries.

They stopped what they were doing and bolted out in a tide like they had come.

Seeing that people let out a sigh of relief.

For a moment, I thought, the monsters would keep fighting and that would be disastrous to the extreme.

They would have slaughtered us if they had kept fighting.

The monsters ran and barely anyone raised their hands to stop them. Everyone is tired, and if the conditions hadn't been dangerous; they would have collapsed on the ground.

I wanted to do that, instead, I took one last look at the dead monster leader in front of me and walked toward the Stone and my sister.

"I am fine," said Leila, answering Mage Alva.

Hun!

I nodded at her and turned to Stone. All of us did; there was something strange going on with him.

A faint bronze shin appeared on his skin and rippled across his body. Erasing any black and grey spots that are appearing on him.

His injuries seemed to be healing rapidly by it.

"What is happening?" I asked, and August opened his mouth, but the answer came from behind.

"His giant blood is reacting," said Zela, with a clear hint of surprise. Even I got a surprise and Major Jarvis, but not my sister, August, and Mage Alva; they seemed to know about it more than us.

"So, he will be fine, right?" I asked worriedly. "Likely, and might even receive some benefits from the elder blood," replied August and I sighed in relief.

There was a silence for a moment before I turned to Zela.

"Did you send the message?" I said. "Yes," she replied, before pointing the staff at me.

"I am fine, use the spells on others," I said as I sat down. I am injured, but I could survive, with normal aid; the spells are for those who are really at risk.

She nodded and moved her staff to Major Jarvis.

He was shaking his head, but he needed it.

He thanked Zela for her spell before walking away. The battle had ended, but work was not. Tending the injury, directing the men and many other things remain to be done.

Thankfully, I do not have to do that.

So, I sat down and brought out bandages and the ointment and was about to apply them when Leila sat by me and started to help me, without saying a word.

"That was quite an attack at last," she said after a minute of silence.

"You saw it?" I asked in surprise, and she nodded.

When I looked at her earlier, she was twitching while the lightning ravaged her. It was a good thing she had protected spells, or she wouldn't have been here talking to me.

"It was a fluke and a combination of many factors. Most importantly, the arrow of Lord Blackwell,"

"If he hadn't used the magic nullifier arrow; the spear would have been repelled by the lightning, without even touching the monster," I replied, and she smiled, before turning to Fang.

"This guy helped, too. I don't think the spear would have even breached the eyelid without the precious help from this little guy," she said, and I smiled.

"He helped tremendously. He is the reason why, I am even alive," I said and petted his head.

Fang is injured, but healing. I had inspected him and saw his injuries had already closed. It is an incredible healing speed; few monsters have such powerful healing abilities.

She left after bandaging me, while I also got up and started to help others. As every bit is needed.

A few minutes later, the clerics came and started healing people.

Unlike the battle against the bandits. The clerics hadn't joined the battle against the monster, but they were close. Inside the hills, ready to be in use after the battle ended.

I couldn't help but sigh seeing that.

I had asked the church of god of war for help and they had flatly refused. Saying they had other important engagements and couldn't be there to help.

There are twice as many clerics, than what we had during the fight against the bandits.

Blackwell had asked for more and they came and while it was not free, the service of the church never is. Especially when they work outside the city, but their prices are fair.

While I might not be able to bring clerics; I was able to bring doctors.

I had hired a large number of doctors and nurses; they are in the Castle Radcliff and are now coming here.

It was what I was talking about to Zela.

Though Blackwell had hired even more than me, and they will come soon from Fort Renin.

We need healers, doctors, and every medical professional. What we have is barely enough. Hope, the Count will do the one thing he had promised, and the aid will come soon.

"Thank you, Adviser," said the soldiers as I finished wrapping the surrounding bandages.

"Take a rest. We will soon be transporting you all back to the hospital soon," I said to them. Yes, I have prepared a hospital; it is not as good as the city, but it will be enough for them to recover.

It is a good thing I did that because the infirmary of the castle would have been far from enough.

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Every soldier is injured and will need a few days to weeks of rest. Some never be able to fight.

As for the dead, there is nothing that could be done about them other than giving them a proper burial. A lot of people died, more from our side than from the Blackwell.

Unlike the Blackwell's army, which was well-equipped, ours was not.

Classes, skill, and experience matter a lot, but also the equipment. More so against the enemies, like monsters, who are stronger, faster, and have powerful defenses.

An hour passed, and I was still helping the people, when I sensed people, behind me.

It was Major Jarvis, and beside him was a cleric. She is pointing her staff at me.

"Please don't waste any spell on me; there are many who need it more than me," I said to the cleric.

"Adviser, the leadership is more important. We need to be in command. It is only we who will direct people and thus save more lives."

"You should be in better shape to handle the challenges, we are facing now," said Major Jarvis sternly.

He is right.

We have finished the battle, but what comes after is just as important. The slightest mismanagement would cost lives and we have already lost enough in the battle.

I need to be in a better state, to deal with all the responsibilities.

"Please," I said to the cleric and a moment later; comfortable white energy covered me and began healing my injuries.

"What is the status?" I asked him.

"According to the scouts, the monsters are running back to the extreme magic region. Those that entered Nakar forest are being are being handled by the teams," he informed.

We have not brought all our men to battle.

A few hundred were divided into squads and placed around baronies. 70% of them are around the territory of my sister and Baron Harrods; these territories from which the monsters could enter the Nakar Baronies.

"What are nobles are saying?" I asked.

"They have sent the teams to hunt the monsters," He informed. "What did they say about aid?" I asked him, to which he gently shook his head.

"Zela, remind them gently to send sufficient aid and the consequences that might occur if the aid is not good enough," I said to her.

I have been quite polite with the nobles since I needed their help, but some had really made me angry by sending just a token force. This is their last chance for redemption, or they will pay for it.

I have enough power to make things difficult for them and this time, I wouldn't hesitate to use it.

Soon, the first group of doctors and healer mages arrived. It came from Blain and that is just starting, as half an hour after that the help from Fort Renin came.

Soon, the people came from different baronies, bringing healers and supplies that we needed.

Some of the barons are really showing sincerity; some, like Homer, had come personally.

I sent messages and took replies. Most of them were from Count and one of them was from an unexpected person, but I replied in the politest language.

"So many dead," I said, looking at the bodies. "It is the price of safety, Adviser," said Lord Blackwell and I couldn't help, but nod.

"The casualties have been even greater, given the number of the monsters. If not for the preparations you have made, Adviser, Lord Blackwell," said Baron Harrods.

"Still, too many people have died," I said and sighed.

There are bodies and bodies in front of me, hundreds of them. Carefully, packed in cloth with their names tagged on it.

The carriages have come, and they are taking the patients to Fort Renin and Lauryl Town. After the patients, it will be the dead bodies and then it will be the monsters.

We seemed to have killed more than half of the monsters.

It is a great wealth, and Leila is leading the soldiers in collecting and sealing them properly. All of it will go to the Blain, where she will process them and after that, we will sell them.

65% of all the proceeds will go to the Blackwell. 35% to us. Of the 35%, 2.5% will go to my sister, 1.5% to Baron Harrods, and 1% to the other baronies who contributed.

The last 30% will belong to Castle Radcliff.

Blackwell was getting the biggest share because his efforts were the greatest. The army, the clerics, the cannons, the ballistae, and many other things came from him.

The Count has signed himself on this deal and I am sure he will be regretting hard right now because the monsters are worth a lot.

I walked away from the bodies and helped where I could, but most things were being handled by Major Jarvis. The battle is the business of Major Jarvis, and he is handling everything well, and I didn't interfere in his work.

I, on the other hand, focused on my work.

Sending the messages, requesting more aid, and asking the town to make the preparations for the injured soldiers.

It is a good thing there are a large number of workers from construction companies present in town. They are converting. Two warehouses into temporary hospitals.

Looking at the number of injured; the space we have prepared wouldn't be enough.