Reborn as an Yandere : Yandere X Yandere

“...Is this a dream?”

A dumbfounded murmur echoed through the ranks of Mordred’s soldiers.

It came from one of the youngest among them, a junior soldier.

Under normal circumstances, his senior comrades would have scolded him, telling him to get his head straight—

But—

“...Is this an illusion?”

Even they could not regain their composure.

If anything, they were even more stunned.

The scene before them was simply too surreal to believe.

“R-Reinforcements... actually arrived...?”

For three hundred years, Mordred had remained isolated.

One reason was the fear that the Great Demon might break its seal and escape.

But another—perhaps the greater reason—was that disasters always followed whenever they sought outside help.

Whenever they reached out for assistance, misfortune struck—

A sudden plague would break out in the territory they requested aid from.

A territorial war would inexplicably ignite.

If it had happened only once or twice, it could have been dismissed as coincidence.

But after dozens of such incidents, it was clear—this was no coincidence.

The decisive event had occurred five years ago.

Mordred had turned to the royal family for aid—

And just like that, war suddenly broke out with Britain.

From that moment, they had sworn never to seek outside help again.

Whether it was the Great Demon’s curse or some strategic manipulation, one thing was certain—

The Great Demon wanted them isolated.

And so, Mordred had lived with the certainty that there was no help coming.

Even when an outsider knight had come to their aid, their first reaction had been disbelief.

They simply could not believe that anyone had come.

But now—

“H-How many...?”

“Four hundred knights...?”

Elite cavalry knights sat astride warhorses before them.

Four hundred forty in total.

It was not five hundred, not an overwhelming number.

To some, it might seem like too few to make a difference.

But—

These were not ordinary knights.

These were—

“The knights of the Great Noble Houses...”

Like Mordred—

No, in some cases, these houses even surpassed Mordred in power.

And their knights—

Were not warriors who merely held the strength of a hundred men.

No—

They were warriors who could stand against a thousand.

“The White Silver Lions...?”

Of course, not all of them were capable of taking on a thousand enemies alone.

Some might barely manage ten.

But even so—

They were undeniable reinforcements.

Reinforcements unlike anything they had ever seen before.

As the soldiers stared at them in disbelief—

A group of knights broke formation and rode forward.

Dudududududu!!

Riding black-armored warhorses, they charged—

Their steeds, nearly twice the size of ordinary warhorses, pounded the earth with terrifying force.

These were Friesians from the Northern Breeds—

Stronger, faster, and more ferocious than their kin.

They were warhorses bred to be stronger than most monsters.

And they did not stop—

Even in the face of hundreds of thousands of enemies.

It was as if—

They would not halt until their riders had achieved their will.

The knights astride these fierce steeds—

Were even more fearsome than the warhorses themselves.

Without hesitation—

They raised their lances.

Lances so massive that one would question whether they could even be wielded properly.

Kugugugugung!

The horde of monsters charged forward.

The Black Knights of the Northern Lands charged to meet them.

The sheer numbers of the monsters were overwhelming.

And their massive, ant-like creatures were built for brutal, crushing charges.

By all logic—

The monsters should have been able to break the charge of the knights.

People screamed in warning—

They wanted to tell them to stop.

But—

BOOOOOOM!!!

Before they could even shout—

The forces had already collided.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!

A massive shockwave rippled outward in perfect concentric circles, sweeping across the battlefield.

“Kh—!”

“This is insane...!”

The impact was so immense that it blinded those standing too close.

The Mordred soldiers, already exhausted, staggered from the sheer force of it.

Some were even knocked off their feet.

But despite their dazed state—

They desperately lifted their heads, eyes filled with fear.

Had the reinforcements been wiped out?

Thud. Thud. Thud.

“...Huh?”

Their fears were completely unfounded.

What rained down from the sky was not the bodies of knights.

No.

It was—

“Are those... monsters?”

“J-Just how many...?”

It was the bodies of the monsters.

More than a thousand of them—

Shredded into pieces, their flesh and limbs scattering like rain.

Yet—

Even that was not enough to satisfy them.

“FASTER!! DO YOU THINK THIS LEVEL OF BATTLE IS ENOUGH TO SATISFY US?!”

At the front—

A man roared.

And with his command—

The Black Iron Lions surged forward even more ferociously.

They charged again.

And again.

And again.

Breaking through.

Impaling.

Crushing the enemy beneath them.

Like a Northern snowstorm—

Merciless and unstoppable.

Finally—

The Mordred soldiers realized who they were witnessing.

“...The strongest knights of the North.”

A force beyond even the kingdom’s army.

A legendary order of warriors who had never bowed to the monsters, giants, and mystical races of the North.

They had not only resisted them—

They had conquered them.

They had turned fear into awe.

The Black Iron Lions of Lionel.

The legends of the North.

“Hah...”

The breathless murmur of admiration left their lips.

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

They had heard countless tales of these warriors—

But never in the South.

This was the first time they had seen them with their own eyes.

And now—

They could say with certainty—

“The legends were understatements.”

If anything, they had been downplayed.

They were not exaggerated in the slightest.

If anything—

They were still being underestimated.

That was how terrifying their power was.

BOOOOOM!!!

In real-time, their legend was unfolding before their eyes—

The number of monsters plummeting with every passing second.

And then—

Dudududududu!!

Another force broke formation.

Knights clad in deep cyan armor, lighter and more agile than the Black Iron Lions.

They rode upon blue-maned warhorses—

Horses that exuded an unnatural presence.

Horses that could—

Run across water.

These were ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the descendants of Fairy Horses—

Creatures that only followed those blessed by the fae.

And there was only one knightly order in the world that rode Fairy Horse hybrids.

And when they moved—

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

It meant—

A festival of blood was about to begin.

Unlike the Black Knights, who sent monsters flying in explosive displays of carnage, these knights moved with eerily silent precision.

Their movements were swift.

Efficient.

Monsters were bisected in an instant.

[Grrrrr...!!]

Tens of thousands of monsters sensed the death of their kin.

Like a riptide, they surged toward the Teal Knights—

An overwhelming tide of destruction.

It was a tsunami of flesh bearing down upon them.

Yet—

The Teal Knights gazed upon it calmly.

And then—

Fwoooosh!

They became the storm.

A whirlwind of blades.

Shraaaaaaak!

The monstrous tide was torn apart.

No matter how powerful a tsunami—

If it met a sudden tempest, it would collapse into nothingness.

So too did the monsters shred apart in the blade storm.

If the Black Iron Lions were like unstoppable war chariots—

These knights were grinders.

A merciless shredder that pulverized anything in its path—

Whether it be falling boulders, crashing waves, or legions of monsters.

“......”

There were no words.

Not even hollow laughter could escape their lips.

But at the same time—

They understood.

Because they knew who these knights were.

The knights that Garnok, Mordred’s hero, had spoken of.

"The strongest knightly order in the South is undoubtedly the Keepers of the Lake."

They patrolled the continent’s largest rivers.

They hunted river-dwelling monsters, crushed pirates, annihilated bandits—

And most notably—

They were the unyielding executioners of invading forces from the East and West.

The most formidable force in the South.

The Keepers of the Lake—

The knights chosen by Galahad.

"So they are the Teal One-Horned Beasts....”

The Teal One-Horned Beast Order.

The strongest knightly order in the South—

And now, they were proving that their reputation was well-earned.

They carved through monsters like a raging flood, as if to deny the North their victory.

And sure enough—

“Do not fall behind the water-dwellers! If you let those weaklings outpace you, you are disgracing the North!”

“If you are slower than those ice-hearted bastards, then do not dare call yourselves Galahad’s men! It would be shameful!”

They were competing.

Even in the middle of a battle for survival—

Even in a war—

They were competing.

But no one could criticize them for it.

Because—

“...How the hell are they this strong?”

Because they were too strong.

So overwhelmingly powerful that it was impossible to complain.

Two knightly orders.

One hundred forty knights in total.

Fighting on even ground with six hundred thousand monsters.

Even seeing it with their own eyes—

It was unbelievable.

"So this...."

Was this the power of the North’s strongest and the South’s greatest knightly orders?

A hushed whisper of awe escaped someone’s lips.

And everyone silently nodded in agreement.

Because there was nothing to criticize.

Only undeniable strength.

“...Hah. A spectacle indeed.”

Garnok laughed.

It was not the laughter of disbelief—

But of pure admiration.

Even as he battled a monstrous abomination, a fusion of Death Knight and Chimera—

Even while locked in a duel of life and death—

He could not stop laughing.

Because—

"What in the hell did that young knight do?"

Had he cast a spell?

Was he a sorcerer?

If any true knight had heard his thoughts, they would have taken it as a grave insult—

But Garnok could not help himself.

He was bewildered.

And—

Clang!

The Chimera Knight—

The abomination, a fusion of a fallen warrior and the Great Demon’s power—

Swung its spear with monstrous strength.

To let one’s mind wander in battle—

Was to invite death.

A knight who had once stood at the peak—

Now corrupted, driven only by the hunger to kill—

Lashed out with a strike powerful enough to shatter the earth.

A desperate struggle for a second chance at life.

And the spirits cried out in fear.

“Commander!!”

A knight screamed—

Seeing that their commander was in danger.

But—

“—It is fine. It seems we have trustworthy young warriors in our midst.”

CLAAANG!!

SLASH.

Garnok let out a hearty chuckle.

As if to prove that he had not been distracted without reason.

“Hahh... This old body is tired. Would you two mind handling this for me?”

Garnok turned his gaze—

To the warrior who had caught a lance with his bare hand.

And to the other knight, who had effortlessly beheaded the Chimera in a single stroke.

He was asking—

If he could leave the battlefield to them.

And in response—

“Hah! What an old man’s excuse!”

“Sir Garnok. You truly have aged. In your youth, you would have finished these mongrels in seconds.”

Their replies dripped with arrogance.

Yet—

Garnok did not find them disrespectful.

He simply laughed.

Because while he loathed empty arrogance—

He welcomed arrogance backed by strength and kindness.

Clatter! Clatter!

The Chimeras, enraged by their comrade’s death, turned toward the two newcomers.

Fury burned in their eyes—

As if to say:

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO WE ARE?"

They were the Great Demon’s masterpieces.

Beasts who could stand on equal footing with the Heavenly Bull or Ninshubur.

And so—

They charged.

Only to be—

CRACK!!

Utterly annihilated.

Shraaaaaak!

Effortlessly.

Like pathetic insects.

“...Young warriors these days truly are remarkable.”

Garnok clicked his tongue.

One young knight was slaughtering thirty thousand elite monsters alone—

And now, these two had butchered Chimeras in mere seconds.

"Is this... normal for the younger generation these days?"

It was a joyful misunderstanding—

Born from a warrior experiencing the generational gap in the most absurd way possible.