King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

The alliance between Wayne and Ronald made the battle intense from the very beginning.

Juto wielded his black iron greatsword, each strike accompanied by a gust of wind.

But Wayne wouldn't choose to take the hit head-on—the agility granted by his Frostwolf bloodline allowed him to more easily dodge attacks in a two-on-one situation, while his longsword pierced through Juto's exposed defensive openings like a venomous snake.

Wayne timed his attack perfectly, but Juto's physical strength far exceeded expectations.

The blade sliced ​​through the dark red skin, leaving a surprisingly shallow wound that healed at an astonishingly fast pace—Wayne witnessed a finger-deep sword mark close up and stop bleeding within three breaths.

"it's useless!"

Juto laughed wildly and swept his greatsword horizontally.

Wayne leaned back to avoid the attack, the sword wind grazing his cheek, leaving a burning pain.

At the same time, Ronald cut in from the side.

The blond knight's fighting style was completely different from Wayne's—his swordsmanship was wide and sweeping, and every strike was deadly and ruthless.

He never seeks a fatal blow, but rather uses relentless attacks to pressure his opponent, searching for that fleeting opening.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The longsword and the greatsword clashed three times in succession. Ronald used the momentum to retreat and dissipate the force of the recoil.

His arm was slightly numb, but his eyes became increasingly sharp.

After another exchange, Ronald whispered, "His technique is solid too."

Wayne felt a chill run down his spine.

Yes, Juto's swordsmanship was not crude—on the contrary, it was superb.

This technique, combined with his terrifying strength and wingspan, created a powerful suppressive force.

Images of Eric fighting flashed through Wayne's mind—violent, but disorganized, driven entirely by instinct.

Juto, however, is clearly different.

"He is more 'complete' than Eric."

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Juto suddenly let out a low growl.

His muscles bulged even more, and his blood-red eyes stared intently at Wayne, churning with primal killing intent.

"Be careful!"

Ronald shouted.

The fur coat moved.

The speed is at least 30% faster than before!

The greatsword transformed into a black afterimage, slashing straight at Wayne's head.

Before Wayne could even think, his body instinctively lunged to the right—

"boom!"

The sword blade struck the frozen ground, blasting open a crater half a meter in diameter.

Gravel and dirt flew everywhere, hitting Wayne like being struck by stones.

Wayne rolled over and got up, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

If Ronald hadn't reminded me, that sword strike would probably have required me to rewrite my notes.

"Has it unleashed its full potential...?"

Wayne gritted his teeth.

The blond knight had once again entangled Juto, and sparks flew as his longsword clashed with his greatsword.

Ronald stopped trying to confront Juto head-on and instead maximized his speed, moving quickly around him and striking precisely at the gaps in his opponent's power with each shot.

Very smart.

Wayne noticed that Juto's "burst" state seemed unstable—his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy.

"It won't last long."

He made his judgment.

Meanwhile, the battles of others have already begun.

Wright arrived with his assembled cavalry and militia.

They attacked from the side, meeting the remaining bandits who were storming in from the outside.

Wayne glanced at the battlefield.

The bandits were clearly acting strangely—their eyes were bloodshot, their skin was red, and their strength and speed were beyond that of ordinary people, but their fighting style was chaotic and disorderly, more like wild beasts driven by instinct.

Wright took the lead, his longsword piercing precisely through the throat of a bandit.

But before he died, the bandit used his last strength to grab Wright's horse's leg, almost pulling the horse down.

"Don't fight head-on!"

Wright shouted, "Hold them off! Wait for my backup!"

Wayne's gaze swept across the battlefield.

The second leader, "The Cripple," was not seen.

The strategist who had been directing the bandits was nowhere to be found.

Wayne sensed something was wrong. While supporting Ronald and dodging Juto's attacks, he quickly pieced together the fragments in his mind.

Eric, though enraged, obediently came alone.

Juto was also "enhanced".

The bandits were acting so recklessly and abnormally.

The cripple never showed up.

Similar to Eric's previous situation, the gigantic Juto is now gradually becoming more ferocious—his movements are becoming easier to predict.

If things continue like this... Juto is just leading people to their deaths.

Wayne frowned—he thought of the “conspirator” mentioned in the notes—Juto was clearly not one.

A terrifying thought formed in Wayne's mind.

"He's not waiting for the right opportunity."

Wayne muttered to himself, "He's waiting for the 'result'."

What was the result?

Juto ended up losing to both himself and Ronald.

What if the real mastermind—the second-in-command—was crippled and didn't care about the lives of the two leaders at all, only about the process of "making them fight to the death"?

Then all the contradictory behaviors in the early stages can be explained:

A methodical approach to probing is a normal command strategy.

The subsequent split attack was intended to send the bandits to their deaths!

Wayne's gaze grew colder and colder.

He recalled the old bandit's words: "The third leader is extremely obedient to them, doing whatever they're told, like...like a dog!"

If, in the "conspirators'" plan, the mutated Juto and Eric came only to die...

So this battle itself is a trap.

But if Juto and Eric are petri dishes, what will be the final product?

If the cripple needs him and Ronald to die, what special significance do their deaths have for the plan?

Fight? Life?

Too many unknowns.

But at least for now, Wayne has grasped the most crucial point: he can't follow the other party's script.

Do not kill Juto—that might trigger the next phase.

We also can't let Juto kill them—that would be exactly what he wanted.

We need to break the cycle.

"Lord Wayne! An opportunity!"

Ronald's shout brought Wayne back to reality.

Juto grew increasingly impatient due to his inability to gain the upper hand, and his powerful diagonal slash was perfectly dodged by Ronald, leaving his entire right side exposed.

Ronald's sword was already aimed at Juto's ribs—if this strike landed, it would at least cripple Juto's fighting ability by half.

Juto's vulnerable side of the neck was also exposed to Wayne.

If Wayne cooperates, it will be a double attack, a decisive victory.

But it was at this very moment—

Wayne's left palm suddenly became burning hot!

But the warning wasn't about death.

Instead, it was the interface he had always been looking forward to:

September 4th, Arthurian calendar 324.

Lord's Notes - Week 3 Summary...

Wayne's pupils contracted sharply.

Of all times?!

In a moment of desperation, he forcibly suppressed his thoughts, and the settlement screen of the Lord's Notes immediately disappeared from his sight, and the settlement information also seemed to be delayed.

Wayne withdrew his thoughts in time, without leaving any opening for Juto because of the notes. After dodging, he directly shattered the ice claw on his left hand and used the icy blue aura to calm Juto's red-hot brain!

"ah!!"