The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Chapter 143 The Northern Defense (1) The Wave

The early dawn cast a faint, bluish glow over the defensive walls of the Northern Province. Mikhailis stood beside Elowen and Count Arvis, their silhouettes painted against the dim sky. The breeze was chilly, carrying the scent of distant soil and dew. He adjusted his glasses, squinting at the sight beyond the walls. The horizon was dark and moving—a massive swarm of dog-sized Tanglebeetles scuttling closer, their armored carapaces glistening under the first rays of the sun.

Mikhailis cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the silence.

"So, this is the annual Northern Province monster outbreak, huh? I thought it was going to be a picnic or something." He cracked a small smile, trying to lighten the tension in the air. But his cluelessness about the outbreak is evident.

Elowen let out a soft laugh, her golden eyes glancing at him, filled with warmth.

"Only you could make a monster outbreak sound casual." She leaned a little closer, her fingers brushing against his arm as she added in a teasing voice,

"You're quite cute when you're clueless, you know that?"

Count Arvis, who stood on the other side of Elowen, huffed slightly but offered a smile of his own. His face was weathered with age and experience, his eyes watching the approaching swarm with a steely gaze.

"For the people of the Northern Province, this battle is everything. If these walls fall, so do our homes. We've held this line for centuries, and we won't let these creatures get past us now." His voice was calm but carried the weight of responsibility, reminding everyone of the stakes at hand.

Mikhailis nodded, feeling a subtle shift within himself. The weight of the moment settled in, his casual demeanor replaced by something more thoughtful.

"I see," he murmured, staring out at the endless mass of crawling creatures.

The people here have been facing this for generations—it's not just a fight, it's survival.

Mikhailis adjusted his glasses as the information came into view, a series of projections appearing in his field of vision, overlaying the horizon with glowing symbols and charts.

"Thank you, Rodion," he muttered, his eyes scanning the data.

I never get used to how much information this guy can churn out.

The images of the ley lines and the pheromone-triggering flora flickered across the lenses, showing a detailed breakdown of the situation. It painted a clearer picture of why this was happening—it wasn't random, it was an ecosystem driven by the convergence of magic and nature. The Tanglebeetles weren't just attacking; they were following their biological imperative, drawn to the mana-rich land like moths to a flame.

"Looks like it's not just bad luck," Mikhailis added, his tone carrying a hint of genuine interest now. He turned to Elowen, "So, it's basically a mana-fueled bug festival every fall. No wonder they're persistent."

Elowen nodded, her eyes still watching the horizon as she replied, "Precisely. It's not just about fighting them—it's understanding why they come and using that knowledge to our advantage." She gave him a side glance, her lips curving into a faint smile.

"Glad you're catching on, my love."

Count Arvis let out a low sigh, turning his attention to the soldiers below.

"Here they come," he said, his voice tense. He gestured towards the advancing line of creatures. The Tanglebeetles were now within range, and their mandibles clattered as they surged toward the walls in a chaotic swarm, their dark bodies shimmering under the dim sunlight.

Earl Vaelis—Mikhailis could see the man with broad-shoulder clad in heavy armor—shouted commands, his voice booming over the sounds of approaching insects. The soldiers formed a tight front, their spears and shields ready, bracing themselves for the first wave. The knights moved into formation, their discipline and readiness evident in every precise movement.

"Don't jinx it, Your Highness. Knowing you, trouble has a way of finding you regardless."

Mikhailis laughed softly.

"Fair enough. But it's kind of thrilling, isn't it? Seeing them all fight like this—it's like something out of one of those dramas I showed you."

Lira let out a small, exasperated sigh.

"Only you would compare a real battle to one of your shows." Your next chapter awaits on empire

The battle raged on, the wall holding steady under the relentless assault. The magic corps continued their spells, their power flowing through the air, while the soldiers below pushed back against the waves of Tanglebeetles. Mikhailis watched as the combined efforts of everyone on the field slowly began to turn the tide. The beetles were being pushed back, their numbers dwindling under the relentless assault of magic and steel.

Rodion's voice spoke up once more, delivering a precise analysis.

Mikhailis nodded, his gaze still fixed on the battlefield. He could see the exhaustion beginning to set in among the soldiers, but they pressed on, their determination unwavering. The knights continued their assault, their movements tireless as they cut down the remaining beetles. Vyrelda's voice rang out, rallying her troops, her presence a beacon of strength among them.

Elowen lowered her hand, the last of her magic fading as she took a deep breath. She glanced at Mikhailis, her eyes softening as she saw his focused expression.

"What do you think, Mikhailis?" she asked, her voice gentle.

He turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I think... it's impressive. The way everyone comes together like this. It's like a well-oiled machine—each part playing its role perfectly." He paused, his gaze drifting back to the battlefield.

"But it's more than that. It's the effort, the sacrifice. They know what's at stake, and they're giving it everything they've got. But perhaps it's due to the extensive real-battle experience, the fluid movement of the army is very impressive,"

Elowen nodded, her eyes glistening with emotion.

"Yes. It's for their families, their homes. They fight because they have something worth protecting."

Mikhailis leaned against the edge of the wall, his eyes scanning the horizon. The Tanglebeetles were retreating now, their numbers too few to pose a significant threat. The soldiers cheered, their voices rising in triumph as they watched the remaining creatures flee. The battle was over, at least for now.

Mikhailis let out a sigh, his gaze distant.

It's not just a fight—it's a way of life for them. They've faced this every year, and they'll keep facing it as long as they have to.

He glanced at Elowen, her face illuminated by the rising sun, and smiled softly.

Fall, huh...

"So... about twenty-seven days of attacks, huh?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the cheers of the soldiers below.