A fight was about to ensue again after Enjar was able to unify the villagers under his lead. Either the men from Raph or Lumberis, all of them obeyed his orders. For Lumberis' men, they were naturally more than happy to oblige Enjar’s orders because Lumberis also supported Enjar’s cause. But for the men under Raph, they obeyed because of apprehension and fear toward the man.
They had followed Raph, who somehow had a different idea with Enjar. In fact, Raph was literally against what Enjar was saying. He also seemed like he was collaborating with the gangsters too, with how he was trying to make Enjar lose supporters in this battle. The timing could not be so bad. Raph could not do anything about it because Enjar reigned over the villagers now.
And if he tried to make the supporters follow what he wanted to do, then he was only trying to dig his own grave because by then Enjar had the justification to take him down too. Not only that, those who he wanted to ask to join him might not even listen to him, and what awaited him would be a nightmare.
Raph did not have a power, only a witted mind that he could use to see the best plausible action that he could do for him. If he could muster power, at least like the experts, then he might have some say regarding this. But now, after the villagers saw how fearsome Enjar was, no one dared say to go against him, especially when he somehow was able to retrieve his vigor back.
If Enjar lost, then Raph would win big time. The gangster would most likely reward him with his contribution for creating a crack and make a move that basically went against Enjar. But now that Enjar had somehow risen back again, with the same vigor that he previously had when he was fighting Alvred and his men, then he might need to forget about that notion. It was because the fight was still not over yet, and winning this fight had not become a certainty yet.
“Are you fine, Mr. Enjar? You’re hurt all over your body… And your shoulder was bleeding too.” Lumberis asked with a hint of worry etched in his voice. Beside him there was also Timan who had arrived near them too because got curious for the answer. A few moments before, Enjar seemed like he was about to fall, with how fragile he looked. And it naturally made sense for them because Enjar was fighting for such a long time against this group of people alone.
“Nah, I’m pretty fine. I could do one or two things at least, don’t worry about it.” Enjar said with a calm voice. His
A battle was going on between two groups of people. The villagers were led by Enjar, while their enemy was Alvred with his men. The battle did not last that long, before finally they lost many members and gave in.
With the overwhelming members of the village, around 1000 people, against the men that Alvred brought with him which was around 300 people, then it was like a forgone conclusion for the villagers to win. Enjar had taught them strategies and such, and they all obeyed his instructions on how to advance and attack in this battle too. Enjar did not even need to fight against Clind and his men, he only needed to catch Alvred off guard with an unexpected attack that Alvred did not think of. Especially when Alvred himself was quite injured and tired too. And after he made sure that all of the experts could not join the game and captured them, he only needed to command the villagers as he too needed some rest and a breather.
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The fight went on for around three hours. Even though Alvred and the experts had fallen, Clind and his men were still trying to fight Enjar and the villagers, believing that they still stood a chance.
There were only around 120 people left from the side of Alvred who previously had brought around 300, while for the villagers who previously had around 1000, now 970 people remain. The fight was finally over, with the villagers led by Enjar came out as the victor.
They realized that without the experts aiding them, they could not defeat the enemies. It was true that Enjar too did not participate in the battle, but his instructions and strategies were able to help them by a large margin. Especially with the high moral on their side, while the Clind and his men were having low moral after realizing that their main power was down.
And when they saw that there were more than 100 casualties on their side, they will to fight and formations started to waver, and the white flag was basically raised.
“OOOOOHHHH!!!”
“WE WON!!!”
“Long live Mister Enjar!”
“Long live Mister Enjar!”
“Long live Mister Enjar!”
Shouts of jargons and celebrations reverberated through the forest, a place where usually was quite quiet. And some jargons were quite weird too, because the title being attached to Enjar was just a mister. They literally did not know who Enjar was, where he came from, and what kind of background he had. This might be a bad idea for some people if one just decided to be helped by this unknown person.
But looking at how he was so sacrificing, which he proved with actions, how his body was full of wounds as he became the front fighter for the villagers to see, the villagers were touched and could not help but to give Enjar a chance. And with that chance, Enjar was able to bring them a victory against the people that were oppressing them.
With the sun that had risen and shone its rays to the world, it seemed that the world was welcoming this victory over the fallen enemy. The warm greeting was like an icing of the cake, as if predicting that the future would be bright for them. This heightened the jubilant atmosphere surrounding the people in this forest. At least for the villagers.
People that they thought they could not fight against. The oppressing deeds that they did not even dare to mention out loud, let alone confronting it. And now, they were freed from these people! How could they not be at least happy about it!?
Enjar was smiling as he looked at the situation. They were shouting his name too in honor of his help and part. How could one not be happy when he was praised? Either from the men under Raph and Lumberis, they were celebrating their victory with vigor and exclamations. Enjar shook his head as he approached Lumberis relaxedly.
Lumberis was all smiles ever since Clind and his men were surrendering themselves. He had been burying the dissatisfaction inside of his heart ever since Alvred and his men occupied their village. But now, it was all gone down the drain. He looked at Enjar that was approaching him, and could not help but went for a hug toward him.
“Thank you… Mister Enjar…” His voice sounded melancholic. Some people might see this as a cringe show of gratitude when they were just freed from a group of gangsters that only resided in this village for a few months. But for Lumberis, this was such an achievement that he did not think he could make it.
He had been predicting about the conditions of the villagers in the near future too. This was only a few months, but he could already see the oppressions that they had done to the villagers. If this trend was going to go on for a few more years, then the impact could be imagined. Starvation and suchs would be one of the things that they would face. Let alone exact justice to these supposed protectors.
Enjar returned the gesture by giving him a little hug before he broke off. His expression had become serious yet again, as if he had enough of this jubilant atmosphere. Lumberis was surprised, but he thought that Enjar might have his own reasons.
Enjar looked at the people here as he said out loud. “The fight for today might be over, but there are things that we need to do right now. It is still not over yet.” Enjar said as he looked at the people with the same solemn face.