Hearing this, Night could not help but slightly open his eyes to observe what the hell was going on; what he could barely see with the help of the gentle moonlight was a young man, if he could even be called that given his youth, vomiting and cursing for some reason.
The young man looked again at the pile of corpses, this prompted him to once more empty his stomach's content.
"This guy is either sick or very weak-minded." Night thought as he observed this "intruder".
Night intently looked at this young man as he cursed and ranted on and on about the fact that the men should have dug a grave for the corpses.
The more this young man talked the more night was convinced that he was unfamiliar with the horrors of war.
Suddenly the young man turned his head left and then right as if searching for something in the surroundings; seeing this Night quickly closed his eyes hoping that he won't get discovered.
He also slowly pulled his dagger from his scabbard, ready to pounce on his target should he comes closer and quickly slit his throat before he could call for help.
He did not want to do this, since once this young man goes missing, a search party would be dispatched and once found, it would be a major blow to his plan.
After a moment, Night slightly opened his eyes and fortunately saw that the young man had decided to leave. Sighing in relief he looked at The leaving figure content to let him go, only for that person to once again turn around.
"What the hell!! does this guy have eyes on the back of his head or what?"
Night cursed as he quickly closed his eyes again, he knew that it was so dark that he would probably still not be discovered even if he kept his eyes open, yet he closed them anyways; every time he looked at the young man, he would somehow sense his gaze and look around for some reason.
Just as the waiting became too much and Night was about to pounce on his prey, since he had heard no footsteps meaning that the young man was still around and had not left yet, a new person arrived.
"There you are!!!"
"Damn it!!!! Why do people keep coming here for some reason." Night cursed after hearing another voice in the area, he still did not dare to open his eyes, one on one and with the element of surprise, he could deal with the enemy and get away.
But now that there were two and considering his injured leg, he would be dead meat if he were to be discovered.
Thankfully the duo soon left, leaving Night with some peace and quiet after a long and exhausting day.
What Night did not know was that those two people were the Marquiss's sons, the very same people that he had been trying so hard to "take care of".
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The very next day William woke up late and in a bit of a foul mood, he had not slept very well since every time he closed his eyes, the image of the corpses piled on top of each other would appear in his mind.
On top of this, he had emptied his stomach completely the night before, so when he woke up this morning, he was famished and slightly sleep-deprived.
The Moment William got out of his tent, he was met with the smell of burning flesh, when he looked around he saw a large fire some distance away from the camp where the corpses were supposed to be, thankfully the wind was blowing away from them taking away with it most of the smoke and the smell.
Inhaling the smell reminded him of the unpleasant sight he had encountered the day before, if his stomach was not already empty he had no doubt he would have gone into "vomit mode" right then and there.
After getting a hold of himself, William looked at the sky and estimated by using the position of the sun that it was probably around eleven in the morning.
Seeing this, he went ahead and grabbed some food from the field kitchen, which was nothing like what he used to have in the castle, considering this was a military campaign and not a picnic in the forest, though he remembered from his recent experience that those were not exactly a walk in the park either.
After he gobbled some food, William headed to his father's tent to learn about the fate of the missing leader. Upon reaching the central tent, he announced his presence and almost immediately got permission to go inside.
"Good morning father." William greeted when he entered the tent and saw the marquess standing next to a table and perusing the map that was on top of it.
"You woke up quite late today, what happened? had a rough night?" before Lord Ulric could answer, Marek, interjected with a rhetorical question all while a wide grin was plastered on his face.
Seeing this William felt very much annoyed, this guy had taken advantage of his moment of weakness and pulled a jump scare on him.
"You little shit, just you wait, I have a whole library of scary movies in my mind to choose from to torture you with, you should kiss your sweet dreams goodby." William though.
Before he could respond though, lord Ulric stopped the both of them.
"Cool it off you two, we have a bigger problem at hand."
Seeing his father's serious expression, William dropped the matter and asked. "Let me guess, that "Night" guy as he is called has not been found yet."
"Indeed." The marquess confirmed.
"So was he not on top of the cliffs? have we found no clues yet?" William inquired.
"That is not the problem, in fact, your guess was right, we had found plenty of clues that suggest that someone other than our own men had climbed the cliffs very recently." Lord Ulric clarified.
"I sense that there is a but" William commented.
"But this Night guy left many trails and clues that lead to nowhere, which wasted a lot of our men's time for nothing." This time it was Marek who had answered, clearly pissed off at the whole situation.
"Calm down son, there is no place for emotions here, what is done is done." After the marquess berated Marek for his lack of control of his emotions, he turned back to William and continued.
"It took us a long time to follow all the trails, even with the added manpower that I had shifted to the cliff tops it took us all night. By the time dawn had come we had finally concluded that somehow the enemy had come down from the clifftop and left. He was very careful to not leave many clues either."
William frowned as well after hearing this watered-down version of what had happened, it was frankly a bit disappointing.
They could at least justify the loss of the guards if they could capture the mastermind behind the attacks, now though they had nothing, not even much of a trail to follow not to mention that the escapee could be anywhere by now, the whole thing became a big loss of manpower as their victory turned from complete to only a partial one.
What William did not know was that he had pretty much come face to face with their target, without either Night or William realizing the value that each of them presented to the other.