Fiendish Walt Disney

Lord Aden's castle

Greenfields mining town

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Levi lazily put aside his breakfast tray, crawling out of his bed before making his way to the bathroom to take a leak.

"Ahh..." He sighed out loud

"A life of debauchery..."

"I might just get used to this."

But then he shook his head disapprovingly, as much as he wanted to live a worry-free life customary of a normal noble he really couldn't

Unlike the average noble, he could faintly feel a great sword hanging over his head, taunting him with the fear of taking his life away at a moment's notice.

It had once being frustrating to constantly worry about dying the next day, but for a long time now the feeling had grown stale.

Even before his reincarnation, he had stopped caring whether or not he lived or died.

He wasn't suicidal or anything, it just that the feeling of death now seemed to him like an old joke said to many times. Long story short...

He was used to it.

The tension, the withering hope, the anticipation for any sort of release had all become things that are part of his daily routine. He had stopped living for petty things like money or power, before his death his only ambition was to live and die content.

To die doing something he truly cared about, not that there was really much to care about aside from the handful of people he could call his own.

Nevertheless, he was grateful for the lease his transmigration granted him and he planned on cherishing this opportunity, to live and die content.

But again to do that he first has to stay alive long enough to actually achieve anything.

After taking a leak in the chamber pot in the bathroom he took a moment to look around the room.

He had seen it about a hundred times now and there's nothing great about it compared to what he was used to on earth.

But the feeling of using medieval era styled bathrooms was a pretty novel and somewhat unnerving one.

The wooden, intricately carved cabinet, a stone bathtub, and the polished copper mirror in front of him were pretty unusual.

Looking in the mirror he could see a handsome yet delicate face with soft angular features, glossy shoulder-length hair, peachy lips, and limpid brown eyes.

Despite the bandages wrapped around his head, with this looks and the lean tall build which he assumed he inherited from his predecessor's father, he could be said to resemble a standard boy-toy from the earth.

With a little bit of makeup here and there he was certain he could easily be mistaken as a cosplaying K-pop star if one didn't know better.

He brushed his hair straight styling it before putting back on a set of loose causal clothes to hide the bandages covering his still-healing wounds.

This world seems to have not yet discovered the importance of underwear nor decided to develop it yet.

At least that's what he could make of the lack of undergarments in both his wardrobes and memories of Anno.

Just as he was planning on heading back to his bed to continue sleeping like the lazy sloth he had become he heard a light sequenced knock on the door.

It wasn't really necessary for the knocks to be sequenced when the servants have a message for him but he felt that being a noble should have its own perks...

'If I can't have my servants tend to a couple of my weird fetishes and fantasies then where is my pride as a noble.' He thought.

'And I want to believe that being a member of nobility I am by right entitled to my own personal signature 007 door knock...

...Well if that's a thing.'

*cough*

"Come in." Clearing his throat, he put on a playful smile and his most dignified pose as he invited the person in.

'Witness my regal self!'

'GWEHEHEHEHEHE!'

"Young master I wanted to... Err... Young master are you okay?"

Robert the family's butler started saying before he paused staring at Levi's magnificent pose in amazement, admiring him with a...

...puzzled look?

"What do you mean...?" Levi asked.

"Why are you standing like that...

And why's your head thrown back at such a weird unnatural angle. "

*cough*

'Err... Maybe not.' The young noble thought awkwardly.

He cleared his throat with a cough to hide his embarrassment.

"I, Erm... I, I was practising my, my, erm.. my stretches."

"Stretches? " Robert asked with a crooked brow.

"Hmm. Yes, yes... S.t.r.e.t.c.h.e.s." He replied nodding like a woodpecker as he stretched both his lean frame and the word in a bid to get his point across.

"It's a special exercise from a faraway land called, Ermm... Earth! "

"Earth? "

"Hmm! Yes! And it is called, Erm... Yoga, yes yoga." He added in a mystical voice for good measure so Robert doesn't go around saying he is crazy.

"O... K." Robert replied with obvious uncertainties as if struggling to accept the young man's explanation

"Hmm. Oh yeah! You were looking for me for something earlier. " Levi said, desperate to change the subject of their conversation.

Reminded of the reason he was their Robert's expression was quick to change. Putting on a solemn look he spoke.

"Sir Lancelot just returned."

"And? How did it go? " Levi asked, expectation filling his countenance.

"They successfully conquered Redwater."

"YES!" He clenched his fist excitedly.

"lady luck..."

"I knew you didn't leave me."

*sniff* *sniff*

Levi muttered his eyes turning watery as he looked upwards towards a seemingly invincible being...

Well, that was until a beast by the name of Robert decided to burst his bubble, ruining a barely enjoyed moment of joy with a single cursed word.

"But..."

"But what? " He asked feeling a bad premonition brewing in the very depths of his souls.

"The stronghold was burnt to the ground,"

"And half of the residing commoners fled in fear and panic."

"...."

"I just jinxed it didn't I?" Levi asked himself with a sigh.

"DANGIT!!!"

"ARGHHH!!!"

"Lady luck! WHYYYY?"

"Why do you still treat me like this...?"

"Aren't I handsome enough...?" Levi asked with eyes brimming with tears.

*sniff* *sniff*

. . . . .

{Levi's POV}

The plan to defeat the Hera's was supposedly very simple but was full of cruxes that decided it's a success.

Lancelot supposedly would lead forty men under the cover of darkness out of Greenfields leaving behind seventeen men to defend the town.

Suspecting that there were spies planted among the commoners and servants feeding information about their movements to the Heras both myself and Lancelot were reluctant to send out all the remaining knights despite been heavily outnumbered.

After they had successfully smuggled their forces out of Greenfields, Lancelot would openly advance towards the stronghold when they have reached a predetermined location to draw Hera's attention.

We assumed that when Gilbert realizes an underwhelming force dared to attack his father's fief he would arrogantly send an overwhelming force to crush them.

This part was main the crux of the issue.

My entire plan depended on Gilbert's arrogance. If the young man had wisely decided to hole up at his stronghold and defend from the walls it would be impossible to defeat him.

But his character had been accurately gauged, leading to about half of the Hera's knights to meet Lancelot and leaving his stronghold without a visible central command.

All lightly dressed and inadvertently more nimble, Lancelot and thirty of the remaining knights would ambush the larger, possibly more heavily armoured men in the woods distracting them long enough for a dispatch of ten men led by sir Justin to complete their own duties.

The said dispatch and their mounts would wear wooden masks that had been crafted earlier by carpenters which I designed to resemble traditional Chinese demons.

In Anno just like on Earth the people here also have a belief in an evil being who brings destruction of plagues and fire upon sinners.

While they had a lot of similarities and differences the main discerning part was that instead of Satan or Lucifer they called this fiendish being - Puhbeer...

Wait...

Pooh?

What did that honey-loving buffoon ever do to you guys to dub him as the king of the underworld?

Just as that thought crossed my mind an image of an evil Pooh Bear sitting on an evil steampunk throne while sipping on a glass of bee's blood popped up in my head...

And surprisingly enough it looked pretty dope in my head...

NO!

Focus...

Focus James,

Focus!

*Cough*

Ahem.

Anyways Puhbeer is rumoured to have a legion of doom who bring destruction on whoever dared to cross him.

So...

I kinda... Plagiarized it.

Erm...

*cough*

All ten horsemen were made to coat their swords with tar and set it ablaze before riding into the stronghold posing as members of Puhbeer's legion of doom.

To make the act sell I decided to add an element that didn't exist in this world - Molotovs.

They were crafted from empty ale bottles filled up to one-third with a mixture of tar and sawdust. When thrown the bottles would break causing the sticky mixture inside to spread across any surface and set it ablaze with a 'sticky' flame that is horrendously hard to put out.

When the horsemen charged forward they threw 'fireballs' at whoever stood to confront them and burned to death alive.

The low visibility made it had to discern much, making the opposing knights believe that my knights were either casting spells or some other nefarious otherworldly attacks rather than homemade incendiary weapons.

Infantrymen and armoured knights would all be equal in the face of their attacks. All forms of resistance burned to a crisp.

Their attack was destined to be a swift one. They would enter the gates before the guards even had a chance to react

Like silent demons, they would burn the enemy into barbecue amidst terrified screams, inciting fear in the hearts of the opposing soldiers.

The battle would be more than anything the Hera's and their men could handle.

Archers? kill them, Calvary? Fell them, Armored knights? Pierce them, but Puhbeer's legion of doom was on a completely different drift.

I had completely unearthed their most primal feelings of fear and brought the nightmares they were told as kids to life. I kinda feel like an evil fiendish version of Walt Disney.

Bringing dreams to life...

Hehehe...

*cough*

Almost everything went as planned.

With the absence of a central authority, the remaining nobles were caught squabbling over how to react to the threat further confounding their problems, fights quickly broke out amongst former allies adding to the chaos in the stronghold.

By the time Gilbert had returned chasing Lancelot the entire stronghold was already in flames.

Realizing my ploy his face twisted in pure rage leading him to mindlessly attempt at retaliation with his enraged knights. Chasing down Lancelot's company who had armed themselves Molotovs the two groups clashed.

The results?

The Hera's lost. Terribly!

Seventy more men died, burnt alive during that fight that and the rest including Gilbert were incapacitated by the various degrees of injury inflicted from the arrows and Molotovs they had to endure.

After everything, Lancelot and our knights only ended up with a few lightly injured men, the worst of the injuries being self-inflicted burns that occurred during the final scuffle

Nearly all half of Gilbert's men died from the fires or were trampled to death by other people during the chaos

The other half mostly escaped into the woods not even stopping to pick up a single Lin, while the remaining men numbering around forty were captured either heavily injured or completely unscathed.

On a side note, there was one very funny case of a guard caught in his birthday suit with a twenty-something looking maid similarly 'dressed' inside the storage area of the horses stable doing... Erm... That thing.

He had apparently been having fun when the rest of his colleagues were fleeing for their lives but that wasn't the funny part...

This issue was hilarious because when young master Gilbert happened to see the duo paraded nude out of their hideout and realized what happened he got so angry that he apparently fainted from heatstroke as a result of his blood boiling in anger.

Or maybe it was all just the smog that affected him but I'll never know until I get to speak to the guy.

Anyways I went to see my cherished viscount, Sir Lancelot instead.

Since Gilbert is my prisoner I can always see him whenever I want. There's no hurry to find out, hehe.

We spoke for a while before I saw him off to rest. He was tired from all the battling he had been through.

I also checked on the remaining knights one after the other, at least I owe the men who risked their lives for my lazy butt this little.

When I finished checking on the knights and changing clothes I called in Robert.

"Yes, young master? "

"Hmm... Prepare a carriage for me."

"For where my lord? "

"Redwater Stronghold. "

Like duh!!!

Man's gotta check his loot!

MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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A.N:

This chapter is a two in one, I actually planned on splitting it in half but it skipped my mind when I uploaded it. Anyways enjoy!