The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Through a vision granted by the [Chyrisus' Touch], I could see the status of the soils as they transitioned into what I began to call [Drakhan Soil]. This was not merely a superficial change but a deep, systemic enhancement. The [Drakhan Soil] had several distinct characteristics. It retained moisture more effectively, reducing the need for frequent irrigation.

The soil also had a natural resistance to pests and diseases, likely a byproduct of the enhanced mineral content and microbial activity. Additionally, the crops grown in this soil exhibited stronger, more resilient growth, with higher yields and better resistance to adverse weather conditions.

As I observed the changes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The Drakhan Earldom, long plagued by agricultural challenges because of the original Draven's ignorance, was on the cusp of a renaissance. The villagers, initially skeptical, now greeted me with a mix of awe and gratitude. Their livelihoods, once precarious, were stabilizing.

It was a tangible improvement, one that spoke to the power of magic when used wisely and benevolently.

A whistling sound broke through the air, followed by a thud as an arrow embedded itself in the ground at my feet. "Take cover!" I shouted, instinctively pulling the nearest villager behind a stone wall. The village, normally a bustling hive of activity, erupted into chaos. Farmers scrambled for safety, mothers clutched their children, and the knights drew their swords, forming a protective barrier.

The bandits emerged from the tree line, a much larger group than anticipated—around eighty men, each armed with mismatched weapons. They moved with the overconfidence typical of those who underestimated their opponents. Their leader, a burly man with a scar running down his face, barked orders, his voice rough and guttural. "Get 'em! Take everything you can carry!"

Garren, ever the consummate knight, was at my side in an instant. "Orders, my lord?" he asked, his tone calm despite the urgency of the situation.

"We're outnumbered," I noted, scanning the approaching bandits. "Split the men," I instructed, my mind racing through our options. "Use the alleys to your advantage. Alfred, lead the villagers to safety. I'll take the central path and draw their attention."

With a nod, Garren relayed the orders. The knights split into two groups, one led by Garren, who expertly guided them into the narrow alleys, using the buildings for cover. The other group, with Alfred at the helm, ushered the villagers towards the safer northern path.

As I faced the advancing bandits, I felt the weight of the recent events at the royal banquet. My mana reserves were still recovering, a lingering consequence of the intense battle where I had expended significant magical energy. This left me unable to rely on my usual array of spells and forced me to rely more on physical combat.

The leader of the bandits sneered as he saw me standing alone. "Think you can take us all on, noble?" he taunted, raising his axe.

I smirked, readying myself. "Try me," I replied, my voice cold and steady.

The bandits charged, a chaotic wave of steel and aggression. I met their advance head-on, deflecting the first blow aimed at my head and countering with a quick slash that sent one bandit sprawling.

The battle erupted into chaos. The bandits, overconfident in their numbers, charged in waves. I parried an incoming sword strike, then swiftly countered with a thrust that sent the attacker reeling. Another bandit swung a mace at my head, but I ducked and slashed at his legs, bringing him down. The clashing of steel and the shouts of combatants filled the air, creating a cacophony of sound.

Garren and his knights executed their plan flawlessly. As the bandits pursued them into the alleys, the knights would strike swiftly, then retreat, using the narrow passageways to their advantage. The bandits, unfamiliar with the terrain, found themselves disoriented and separated from their main group. Garren's voice rang out, coordinating the attacks. "Flank them! Don't let them regroup!"

In the central square, I faced off against the bandit leader and his closest lieutenants. He swung his axe in a wide arc, aiming to overpower me with sheer brute force. I sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blade, and delivered a quick slash to his arm. He roared in pain and anger, staggering back but quickly regaining his composure.

His lieutenants, sensing an opportunity, rushed at me, their swords raised.

I deflected one sword strike and dodged another, then countered with a spinning kick that knocked one bandit off balance. Seizing the moment, I lunged forward, my blade flashing in the sunlight as I dispatched another attacker. The leader, seeing his men falter, bellowed a curse and charged at me again, his eyes wild with rage.

Despite the intensity of the battle, my mind was clear. I knew I had to end this quickly. The leader swung his axe in a downward strike, putting all his strength into the blow. I raised my sword to parry, feeling the impact reverberate through my arms. Using the momentum, I pushed his axe aside and stepped inside his guard.

With a quick, precise motion, I slashed across his chest, the force of the blow sending him stumbling back.

He looked down at the wound, his face contorting in disbelief and pain. "This… this can't be happening…" he gasped, dropping to his knees. The remaining bandits, seeing their leader fall, hesitated, their morale shattered. Garren and the knights, sensing the shift in the battle, pressed the attack, quickly subduing the remaining fighters.

As the dust settled, the village square was littered with the bodies of the fallen. The bandits who had surrendered were rounded up and bound, their faces a mix of fear and defiance. The leader, clutching his wound, glared up at me with hatred in his eyes. "We were set up… It wasn't supposed to be like this…" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

I knelt down beside him, my expression stern. "Who set you up? Who gave the orders?"

He coughed, spitting blood, but managed to speak. "We… we don't know. Just… got the orders through a middleman. Said the Drakhan knights would be spread thin, that you'd be easy pickings."

This wasn't just a random raid; it was a calculated attack, possibly orchestrated by a more significant threat. "Take him away," I ordered, standing up. "And find out everything you can from the others. I want names, locations, anything that can lead us to the mastermind behind this."

Alfred and Alaric approached, their expressions grim but determined. "The villagers are safe, my lord," Alaric reported. "No casualties, thanks to your quick actions."

I nodded, grateful for their efficiency. "Good. But this isn't over. We need to understand who's behind this and why they targeted us."

"Good work, everyone," I said, sheathing my sword. "This isn't over. We'll find out who's behind this and ensure it doesn't happen again."

The villagers expressed their gratitude, their voices a mix of relief and admiration. They had witnessed the Drakhan knights' skill and courage firsthand, and it had bolstered their confidence in our leadership.

As we prepared to return to the mansion, the bandit leader, now bound and flanked by two knights, muttered something under his breath. I caught a fragment of his words, "... wasn't supposed to be like this..."

I turned sharply. "What did you say?"

The leader looked up, his face pale and defeated. "We were told you'd be unprepared. That the Drakhan knights were spread thin, busy with other matters."

My eyes narrowed. "Someone set us up."

The leader nodded weakly. "Yeah. Seems like it. We were just the distraction."

I felt a chill run down my spine. A distraction meant there was something bigger at play, something we hadn't anticipated. I needed answers, and fast.

As we escorted the prisoners back to the mansion, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were only seeing the tip of the iceberg. The attack was too well-coordinated, too deliberate to be a mere coincidence. There was a larger game at play, and the Drakhan Earldom was caught in the middle of it.

In the war room, surrounded by maps and reports, I gathered my most trusted advisors—Garren, Alfred, Alaric, Lorik, and a few key knights. "This attack was more than just banditry," I began, my voice steady but firm. "Someone wanted to destabilize the region, to test our defenses and spread fear. We need to find out who and stop them before they can strike again."

The room was filled with a tense silence, each person deep in thought. Garren was the first to speak. "The bandits mentioned a middleman. If we can track him down, we might find the person pulling the strings."

Alaric nodded in agreement. "And we should tighten security, review our communications. There might be a leak within our ranks."

I considered their suggestions, weighing our options. "Agreed. Alfred, I want you to oversee the interrogation of the prisoners. Find out everything they know. Garren, increase patrols and fortify our defenses. Alaric, work with the local leaders to ensure the villagers are safe and informed."

"We need to understand who orchestrated this attack and why," I began, pacing the room. "It's clear they had inside information about our forces' movements and planned to take advantage of it."

I don't remember anything about this in the game. But this must be one of the reasons for the territory's decline.

It seems that he or she wants a battle of wits me.

Maybe because of the news of my recovery due to the incident in the capital?

But whatever the reason and motive is.

The game is on.