How to Use the Lord’s Future Diary-Chapter 95

Chapter 95
By the time I lightly took down one Great Warrior,
Rudick was also in the middle of a fierce battle.
The level was about that of a Great Warrior, in other words, just before becoming a Master.
From what I saw, the opponent was half a tier stronger than Rudick.
Since there were as many as 800 warriors in this horde, it seemed there were quite a few skilled fighters as well.
“Urraaaagh!!!”
This was also a clash of strength against strength.
When the enemy swung his massive hammer, Rudick countered by swinging his massive axe.
Rudick, with his sharp instincts, surely knew that the opponent was superior to him, yet he showed no hesitation.
“Rudick, that bastard is…….”
I almost jumped in, thinking the opponent was stronger than Rudick, but then I paused.
Perhaps this very battle could become a great turning point for him.
Honestly, the conditions were too favorable.
To face such a skilled fighter while the tide of battle was already leaning in our favor—such chances were truly rare.
If it weren’t under circumstances like this, Rudick, who had to lead the knights, would never be able to focus solely on the opponent before him.
And experiences like this were what fueled true growth.
“Just don’t die. I’ll make sure you live no matter what.”
Fingering the Special Potion I had brought along just in case, I prayed for Rudick’s success.
Of course, I didn’t stop cutting down the Boar Tribe warriors around him to make sure he wouldn’t be interrupted.
For now, the only thing I could do was to clear out the surroundings cleanly.
To let him focus entirely on his fight, and to wait for his victory.
“Rebezijasta Beknasiora!!!”
“What the hell are you mumbling about, you pig bastard!”
“Graaaagh!!”
“Damn, this guy’s really strong.”
But despite my hopes, Rudick was being beaten down.
Since both of them were fighters who sought to overpower the other with brute strength, the difference in racial traits wasn’t easy to overcome.
Maybe I should’ve forced some Vitality Grass down his throat.
Still, while avoiding fatal injuries, he kept aiming at the opponent’s openings—but at this rate, it was obvious Rudick would be the first to collapse.
Every time he was driven to the brink, my body twitched involuntarily.
But I held myself back, forcing myself to trust and wait.
Even while being wounded again and again, Rudick tenaciously clung to his opponent.
With his absurd stamina, even if the opponent’s skills were superior, he couldn’t easily be brought down.
How long did that one-sided struggle continue like that?
As time passed, the situation gradually began to shift.
It wasn’t that their skill gap closed, but that external factors had come into play.
Leisha, who had been massacring Boar Tribe warriors deeper inside the gorge, was almost here.
The pressure of the Aura she exuded was so intense that even here I could feel it—it was certain the Boar Tribe warrior fighting Rudick felt it too.
“This is over now.”
From that moment, the enemy’s movements grew impatient.
He might not have been the type to think much, but his battle sense had been outstanding—yet Rudick now began exploiting that impatience, gradually balancing the scales again.
“Haaaah!!!”
“Guh… La… Beirastaaa……”
The outcome was decided in a single instant.
Feigning an opening, Rudick let the enemy dive toward his shoulder—then ruthlessly drove his massive axe into the opponent’s torso.
-Don’t you think he’s acting just like his master? Maybe~
‘What the hell are you on about now?’
Chuckling at the rabbit brat’s nonsense, I rushed to Rudick and uncorked a potion bottle.
“Ugh, that really hurts like hell. Can’t you pour it a little more gently?”
“You ungrateful bastard. You should be thankful you’re not dead. You straight up gave your shoulder like that.”
“Heh, this was all part of my grand plan, wasn’t it?”
I sprinkled potion directly on Rudick, who had collapsed in exhaustion.
The wounds weren’t bad enough to warrant the Special Potion, so I used a regular potion instead. But since the cut on his shoulder was large, the pain seemed considerable.
Honestly, to give up his shoulder against such a fighter and still keep the arm attached—it was nothing short of a miracle.
“Grand plan, my ass. If your arm had been lopped off, you’d be whining for the Special Potion.”
“What harsh words. I only did it because I judged it would work. That guy was seriously panicking. And when he saw the sister-in-law running over, he just about lost it.”
“Well, I can’t deny I benefited from Leisha’s presence too.”
His battle sense was indeed impressive.
“So, did you get a feel for something?”
“I feel like I did, but not really. To be honest, I didn’t win by my own strength anyway. It’s thanks to the terrifying future sister-in-law.”
“That’s true, but the fact is, he’s dead and you’re alive. That makes it your victory.”
“Heh, can’t argue with that. Still, it does feel a little better.”
“That’s all that matters. Don’t be too impatient.”
While I comforted Rudick, Leisha, Limond, and the elite Black Lion warriors approached from the other side.
Unlike Leisha, who wasn’t stained with even a drop of blood, the other warriors were soaked in it.
“Bear, are you safe?”
“Yeah, thanks to you.”
“The inside’s nearly finished.”
“Good, Limond. Well done. Then let’s finish this quickly.”
Now it was time to properly cut off the breath of the dying Boar Tribe bastards.
It didn’t take long to finish clearing the battlefield.
All the commanders had already been taken down.
I got one, Rudick got one.
Irene and Celine each handled one of the top warriors as well.
With the Black Lions joining in, the enemies completely lost their will to fight.
Only a tiny handful barely managed to escape westward.
It was our complete victory.
“Damn, this really leaves a foul aftertaste.”
The Boar Tribe warriors couldn’t be kept as prisoners either.
Whether Rabbit Tribe or Lion Tribe, they all said it was absolutely forbidden.
Since they would inevitably turn into enemies again, it was better to cut off future trouble at the root.
On this matter, I had no choice but to follow the opinion of the other Beastmen who were now part of our territory.
This was a fantasy world where savagery ruled.
Thrown into a one-eyed world, I had to act like a one-eyed man myself.
“Here it was only warriors and trainee warriors. So what about the rest of the Boar Tribe? Isn’t it just the old and weak left?”
“If they stayed in their main settlement, they’ll be absorbed by another Boar Tribe. If they followed all the way here, then the Empire bastards will take care of them.”
“Another Boar Tribe? So this isn’t all of them?”
“Boar Tribe is a clan with enormous numbers. I told you, didn’t I? Their specialty is human wave tactics. That’s why we insisted on wiping them all out.”
“That’s… truly troublesome.”
We had just taken down 800 warriors and 2,200 trainee warriors, yet this still wasn’t all of them.
When the Johnson Family and the Lion Tribe pushed back the Boar Tribe, they were driven out from the Ribella Peninsula and fled toward the Empire. The number of Boar Tribe that escaped back then had been in the tens of thousands—it was insane.
Decades had passed since then, so now…
At least the Great Cataclysm had reduced their numbers somewhat, but there were surely still plenty of them left.
I could understand why the Beastmen reacted so sensitively.
“The soldiers have taken heavy losses.”
“This much is still a good result. If we had faced them head-on, far more soldiers would have lost their lives.”
“That’s true. Leon really did a great service.”
“That kid really seems like the real deal.”
Even though the flow of battle had been overwhelmingly in our favor, the sacrifices were not small.
In particular, the Johnson Knights, the Crimson Comet, and the territory soldiers who blocked the retreating Boar Tribe suffered significant damage.
Many had died, and even more were injured.
Some would even retire from this battle.
“Ha, Sir Dominic.”
“Heh, I suppose the time has finally come.”
The veteran knight Sir Dominic, who had led the soldiers in holding back the Boar Tribe until the end, lost his right arm during the battle.
For a knight, losing the right arm was truly fatal.
The wound was too severe for reattachment, making retirement inevitable.
“Thanks to that, I saved three soldiers. Cough, cough. I should’ve been dead, but the potion extended my life. That alone is something to be grateful for.”
Every spring, new recruits entered the ranks.
This battle had erupted not long after the newest recruits had joined.
No matter how inexperienced, no one could escape when the entire territory mobilized for war.
Because of the tension of real combat, the new recruits froze up. To save them, Sir Dominic threw himself into danger, and ended up with a fatal wound.
“They were familiar kids. The son of lumberjack Jexon, the son of herbalist Deloa, and the son of Resar the butcher. They were all familiar faces, so my body moved on its own.”
One old man had retired, but three young men had been saved. Laughing heartily, Sir Dominic called that a bargain with no loss.
To this old warrior, who now said he would retire and spend his days doing small chores, I had no words to offer.
I could only bow my head lightly, expressing respect for his sacrifice.
At least, thanks to the potion, his life had been spared.
That alone was a relief.
“How about the Lion Tribe?”
“Our side is the same as ever. Twenty-three have gone to Lord Bestia’s side.”
“I see. We’ve taken heavy losses too.”
“To die on the battlefield is the end most desired by warriors. It was fitting, and we only did what had to be done.”
“Right. You’ve done well.”
The Lion Tribe warriors had also taken considerable damage.
But in this case, there was nothing to be said. If the Lion Tribe had not broken the Boar Tribe’s momentum, our side’s casualties would have been even worse.
Thanks to the relentless aggression of the Black Lions, much had been spared.
The enemies had simply been too numerous, and we weren’t in a position to choose our means.
“The Rabbit Tribe… I’m honestly speechless.”
“I was shocked as well. They were truly incredible.”
The ones who had killed the most enemies in this battle were the Rabbit Tribe.
The Black Lions had slain the most warriors, but in sheer numbers, the Rabbit Tribe had the highest kill count.
The majority of the Boar Tribe’s trainee warriors had hurled themselves at the Rabbit Tribe.
They had opened the battle by hunting enemies with arrows, lured them into burrows, and annihilated them.
In the end, they collapsed entire burrows, burying the enemy alive.
Not a single Boar Tribe dragged into a Rabbit burrow survived.
“But to think the Rabbit Tribe actually made it out alive from that carnage.”
Of course, in the process of collapsing their burrows, many Rabbits were also buried alive with the enemy.
In the middle of the enemy’s pursuit and their own retreat, no matter how perfect the timing, it was impossible for all of them to escape safely.
Yet the Rabbits had dug new tunnels and managed to emerge alive.
“They had built hiding places throughout the burrows, waiting there until the tunnels collapsed completely.”
From the start, the Rabbit Tribe had anticipated they themselves would be buried, and prepared escape routes.
During the retreat, they hid in those safe spots, waited for the burrows to collapse, then dug their way out again. Truly, when it came to digging tunnels, none could surpass them.
“To fight guerrilla warfare against the Rabbit Tribe would be no different from suicide.”
Humans should be grateful that the Rabbits were relatively benevolent Beastmen.
If they bore grudges and truly committed to guerrilla war, no one could withstand them.
In fact, the moment they learned how to make booby traps, they torched the farms and ranches of the Level Merchant Group.
“Hey, look at this.”
“Oh, this is……”
While clearing the battlefield and gathering loot, we discovered something curious.
Two statues.
One was a golden pig statue, and the other a red bear statue.
They were items we found on the corpse of a dead Boar Tribe Great Warrior.
“A Divine Relic.”
“Really? The pig makes sense, but what’s with the bear?”
“Looks like the Divine Relic of the Bear Tribe that was exterminated long ago.”
“Ah, that’s right. I remember hearing about that.”
So they had carried this bear statue around as spoils?
To haul around the Divine Relic of a tribe they themselves had destroyed—that was truly twisted.
-As expected of pigs. They can’t resist teabagging, can they? But Master, what are you going to do with it?
‘Well, for now, I’ll take it to the Temple. The Boar Tribe may be hated, but the Divine Relics are blameless.’
-Didn’t you just call it twisted?
‘That’s different. What’s twisted is bringing it onto the battlefield. Taking it to the Temple is another matter.’
Still, even if more Divine Relics were added to the Temple, it wouldn’t be a problem.
If anything, they might even welcome it.
After all, I, as the Guide, had reclaimed a Divine Relic that the Boar Tribe had once lost.
The Rabbit Tribe, who bore deep grudges against the Boars, would surely be pleased as well.
No matter how you looked at it, it was a profitable outcome.