# Chapter 53: 53
Like a cat stalking from the top of the tree, he stood on a branch and looked down.
There were many more monsters than I expected.
He pulled out a handful of poisoned arrows from the dead goblin's quiver. He then held them firmly while imbuing them with mana.
Boom, boom, boom!
It was the first time he infused mana into arrows, but the result was not bad at all.
He shot as many as he could, but due to his poor aim, most ended up on the ground. Some goblins could be seen covering their heads while their shoulders trembled.
It is likely that they could not fight for a while, as they had been hit by poisoned arrows.
Radis looked at his sword.
Red flames burned around him as if he were a burning wooden stick.
The way he infused mana into the arrows was also a test to see how much he could release.
It doesn't seem like I'm running out of mana.
With his swordsmanship reaching that level thanks to the training he had done in his past life, combined with rich mana that seemed endless, not even Radis could guess how much he had.
—So, this time, I'll have to use everything I can.
Radis took his sword immediately.
The flames surrounding the iron sword burned scarlet red.
He then jumped right into the middle of the monster fray.
Although goblins were said to be unafraid of fire, the flames in front of them were different from a torch.
Even from a distance, his skin would start to burn before he touched them.
Sensing that danger instinctively, with a screech, the goblins tried to retreat.
However, Radis had no intention of allowing them to escape.
The burning sword flames spread in various directions. The monsters burned starting with their faces and soon, their flesh and bones melted.
With terrible screams of agony, scarlet flames bloomed as they devoured his black blood.
The dance of flames ended only when all the visible monsters had died.
Radis collapsed and sat on the floor, breathing heavily.
He had tried to use his mana until he was exhausted, and it certainly seemed like he had succeeded.
—I spread it everywhere, so if it was still full of mana, it would be a monster.
Using the iron sword that was about to crumble, he dug through the charred flesh of the goblins, where he could still feel their miasma.
Today's harvest was abundant.
Goblins were somewhat intelligent, and in proportion to the difficulty of hunting them, the quality of magic stones that could be obtained from them was quite good.
Radis enthusiastically filled the pockets of his pants and coat with magic stones.
And as she walked feeling the magic stones clinking together, she felt proud.
In his past life, the magic stones had only passed through his pockets, but now, those magic stones were going to be his own funds.
—And…
He collected the remains of the victims in the corner of the booth.
Tragically, some of the bones appeared to have belonged to children.
It broke his heart to know that he had arrived too late.
He picked up a crude sword that was lying on the ground, dug shallowly, and buried the remains.
—I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
Radis stabbed the iron sword, which was already on the verge of crumbling, into the ground to serve as a tombstone.
After that, he burned the destroyed wooden fence.
Drenched in the black blood of the monsters, Radis sat on a rock and watched the burning hut while muttering to herself.
—Yes… complete imperial subjugation. It hasn't started yet.
As far as he knew, imperial subjugation began in earnest in 495.
So Robert was not the captain of the subjugation squad yet.
It will be in three years.
The current imperial subjugation squad without Robert was already famous by itself.
In this era, hunting monsters was the exclusive responsibility of the independent subjugation squads of each territory.
Naturally, the subjugation squads formed in this way prioritized the protection and eradication of monsters in their own territories and surrounding areas, so outhouses like that and small villages on the outskirts were in greater danger.
After confirming that the embers devouring the monster corpses had been extinguished, Radis stood up.
Well, he didn't want to catch a cold either, so he headed to the place he had found the other day.
It looked like a shelter built by the villagers to stay in while they came and went, but it even had a heater, some firewood, and a small tub, so he could take a quick bath there.
The horse he had ridden from the Marquisate was also tied there.
After boiling some water, Radis was lost in thought as he waited for the sticky monster blood to be washed away.
If this second life continues, I should do more than what I did before. And if I become even stronger... Will I be able to change the future?
Valiz