The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

A Cherflammen Worth Fighting For (Part 2)

It was a dangerous task, as the enemy artillery kept on their barrage, while I was being sniped from the other pickets. Nevertheless, I kept on my work, and soon, help came from the Conclave...

"What are you doing?" I blurted out when I saw some of the students from the senior levels coming out to assist me in evacuating the wounded. "It isn't safe for you guys to be out here!"

"Sir Lord Scholar," the leader of the students answered, "we can't stay in the safety of our rooms while our teacher is exposing himself to danger!"

"Are you an idiot?" I couldn't believe what I just heard from him. "It's my—a teacher's—job to protect you!"

"We're proud demons, Sir! Even as we're young and afraid of dying, we can't have you—a human who's risking his life for us—do all the work!"

"He's right, Sir!" another student—this time, a familiar face—chimed in. It was Lady Srexe, "And I told them that if you die, then all the hard work we did for the Conclave will be wasted."

"I appointed other like-minded head scholars for that!"

"Of course, it's a bluff!" the goblin girl winked. "But, if you really die, no one's going to stop me from becoming a delinquent again. I hate that to happen, see? You're my favorite teacher, after all, Sir!"

The other students agreed to Lady Srexe's words; they liked her current self now, than the one before.

"Good lord...you guys..." I could only scratch my head as I saw the orc, Tama'lee, and their werewolf friend, Nari, with them. "Alright then, if you guys are so adamant in helping, then at least, listen to what I say and stay behind the Conclave's walls, close to it, so you'll be shielded against the artillery bombardment. I'll drag the injured to you, and you carry them off here. I don't want any of you to die; not on my watch! Am I understood?"

"Yes, Sir Lord Scholar!"

At once, and with a new plan in mind, we got to work on the evacuation. Honestly, though it was chaotic, I could only admire these children. Orcs, goblins, werewolves, even the Usarved kids and several young succubi and incubi, all were cooperating to achieve what we had in mind, regardless of their clan allegiance.

I thought to myself, fuck, this is the Cherflammen I'm fighting for!

Soon, my focus was on helping the wounded instead of supporting the Goblin-Usarved charge. The work on searching for the wounded seemed endless; for each return that I did, I'd see two or more injured requiring immediate attention.

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For a while now, the battle raged. Though I was preoccupied with something else, I could tell in a glance that the Goblin-Usarved charge had bogged down. The Biornos cleverly put their pickets a few distances away from their main camps to lure any attackers into these positions. Then, then secretly created ditches in front of the pickets, so that their enemies would lose momentum, should they decided to charge.

...which actually happened earlier.

So, the momentum on our side was gradually lost, and the goblins of the first wave had to take cover in the ditches as the Biorno soldiers defending the pickets poured lethal fire on them. The second wave of Usarved soldiers fared no better than the legion; soon, they were pinned in the ditches as well, and the relatively narrow trenches became a 'death trap' for both.

Shit! These guys need to retreat!

Though I could hear bugle calls from a distance, I couldn't determine if those signals were coming from the enemy or on our side. However, one thing was for sure. Whenever those played into air, the goblins tried to fallback, with the magic-users casting barrier magic to deflect the bullets. The Usarveds provided additional cover, but the Biornos got the high ground, and any attempt to retreat to the Conclave's direction were met with overwhelming fire from the incubi soldiers.