Herald of Steel

Chapter 1178: Stab

As Lord Bernard started his long speech, Anoon very deftly had the flagship disengage, before quietly beginning to make toward their new destination- the Royal Harbor, leaving the common crew on the other ship largely none the wiser.

After the great losses they had suffered and the impossible sight of a literal bridge coming down, these men were far more engrossed in what Lord Bernard had to say and sought to soothe their aching hearts with the promises being made.

Furthermore, Lord Bernard had cleverly positioned himself such that the soldiers faced away from the moving ship.

So it was only after Anoon had already advanced quite a long distance that one of the men spotted the ship's sails moving in the opposite direction, and worked to quickly shout,

"Hey! Where are those guys going? Look! Look! They are abandoning us. Those craven swine! Those traitors!"

The loud and panicked call worked to immediately wrestle everyone's attention from Lord Bernard to the ship's port side, where they were horrified at witnessing the other's flight.

"Those bastards! They are going towards the enemy! They betrayed us! They betrayed the family!"

The one to immediately respond to the whistleblower was the loud and energetic Lord Bernard, who made sure to play the part of a shocked and enraged commander, completely masking his true gleeful intentions.

He had of course noticed the ship's movement long before, and counted with bated breath just how long he could keep up the farce before the other side was discovered.

And frankly, he was quite pleased with the amount of ground they had managed to cover before they were finally discovered, as by now catching up to them had turned into a pipe dream.

That however did not stop the rest of the crew from trying, as immediately following the alert came a flurry of curses and horrified shouts from the decks, with a majority of them coming from the Heeat soldiers, who cussed and shouted at the top of their lungs,

" Cowards! Those darned Margraves are all darned cowards!"

"Fuck! They have the general! They have our general! Darned Margraves! Fucking useless!"

"Where is the darned captain? Find the darned son of a bitch! We must follow! We must immediately follow!"

"Quickly men! We have to rescue the general! We have to rescue him at any cost!"

"That's right! The Lord will certainly have our heads if we don't! 'All' our heads!"

"Get the ship moving! Now! No matter what it takes get the ship moving!"

Realizing what had just happened threw the Heeat soldiers into full blown panic mode and many began to haphazardly pace and forth the deck, looking to get the vessel moving no matter what.

"What do you mean the ship won't move!"

And when the captain flatly told them that they were not going anywhere, it instantly made the hot headed soldiers boil over.

At first, they urged the man to get the ship moving no matter what but when the man refused in spite of it all, saying they risked capsizing the moment they moved, one of the more bellicose men suddenly grabbed the lean man roughly by the collar of his tunic and then in a fit of blind passion,

*Clang*, brought out the dagger on his hip before shanking the poor man in the guts.

And it was not just one hit,

".....wha,... what is..."

All of this had happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye that Lord Bernard did not have a ghost of a chance to do anything about it.

From the man's perspective, one moment they noticed another ship had defected, the next moment they had just killed the captain, and now they were littering the decks with corpses, wishing to tear each other apart.

The rapid pace of the unfolding events had caught the man completely by surprise and being only a politician with little military experience, he found himself stunned and shocked out of his socks to do anything about it.

The man could only watch the situation go south with a horrified facade, his head empty.

"Stop! What are you doing? Cease this nonsense immediately! I command you! Halt!" Until finally at one point he stepped forward to try and stop the bloodbath, but by then it was already too little too late.

Even with him crying out at the top of his voice, the sound did not even get to diffuse among the first few rows of rows, such as the clamor and din all around.

The fact was, Lord Bernard had little military authority with the men, and had always relied on people like Ser Ballmer and Ser Robert to carry out his will.

But now that his bodyguards were all gone, the softly spoken man suddenly found out that his words meant very little where it truly mattered.

He was unable to break through to these men all of whom were lost in their maddening bloodlust.

'Dammit it all!' And this made Lord Bernard bite his lips in regret.

Not necessarily because of the fight that had broken out, but more so because he knew that such a mutiny under his own command would look very bad in front of Lord Parker.

It was something that could be easily used as an excuse to deprive him of that oh so sweet position.

Lord Bernard could not let that happen.

"I said stop it! We are allies! Stop! Stop or I will have you court...."

Thus, shouting as such, the man decided to get his hand dirty, diving into the huddle of men, wanting to use his bare hands to try and break the melee up.

"Arghhhhh!"

However, not only was it a futile endeavor, but worse, his flashy armor made him the perfect target for the attacking Heeat men, one of whom saw the perfect opportunity to launch a rapid thrust into the man's belly, digging the whole blade into him, and cutting the man off abruptly, as he fell on his knees, clutching his torse and looking at his bloodied hands with shocked eyes.

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