Chapter 334: ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ง๐ (7)
Contrary to Johanโs subordinates looking bewildered, the cultists were filled with confidence. There was faith and madness, but that was also because the situation was objectively advantageous for them right now.
The dukeโs subordinates were scattered around, having just finished eating and drinking, and the main forceโs soldiers were waiting on the other side of the village.
They could subdue the duke and take him prisoner before he could run over here.
If they captured the duke, that would recover all the damage they suffered from this punitive campaign. Considering the dukeโs fame, none of the expeditionโs nobles would dare ignore him or treat him recklessly.
โGet him! Get. . .โ
Before he could even finish speaking, a cultistโs blood sprayed into the air as he collapsed backward. There was a dull sound as his skull shattered. The cultists looked forward in a panic, unable to figure out what had flown toward them and crushed their comradeโs skull.
โA. . . A drinking cup!โ
โ???โ
Throwing a cheap, flimsy drinking cup made of metal and shattering the head inside a helmet with it.
These werenโt just cultists; they were men who had received proper training and knew how to fight while armed. And yet, they fell without even being able to react.โWhatโs this?!โ
But the surprising events had only just begun. Johan didnโt even draw his sword, instead just grabbing the cultist at the front and lifting him up. The cultist, who was quite large, struggled in vain as he was lifted into the air.
๐๐ก๐ฎ๐!
Along with a heavy sound, the cultistsโ formation collapsed. The cultist who had been thrown didnโt even groan, immediately losing consciousness. Johan drew his sword and shouted.
โThe ones we need to capture have shown themselves! Attack!โ
He didnโt know why the ones who were supposed to be inside the castle had appeared in the village, but dealing with them was more important right now.
Johan knew that the cultists used more troublesome techniques than he had expected. Surprisingly, there were even some of them who could use magic.
Fortunately, the method to deal with wizards was simple: kill them before they could use magic.
โUgh. . .โ
Johan swung his sword with maddening speed. The heads of the three in front of him were split open. It didnโt matter if they blocked with a shield, a sword, or a helmet. The Seal Retriever cut through protective gear that wasnโt enchanted like it was mud.
โOh, my god!โ
Only then did the cultists begin to realize that the rumors about the duke might not have been exaggerated after all.
They had cut down the throats of many knights, and as such, they hadnโt really been afraid of the knightsโ reputations. . .
But the aura that the young duke before them displayed had a different kind of ferocity from that.
โWe canโt capture him!โ
โAttack him, even if you have to wound him!โ
The cultists didnโt just wield swords and shields. They took out throwing weapons with unique shapes. Johan frowned at the strange energy he felt coming from them.
โ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บโ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ.โ
Among outstanding wizards, there were many who were also skilled in alchemy. Just as Suetlg knew how to handle poisons, it wasnโt strange for cultists who made assassination their profession to handle poisons.
Johan didnโt know what kind of poison it was, but if he started getting poisoned while exchanging blows with the cultists, it would only be Johan who suffered. Johan put himself on guard.
โ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด.โ
The parts covered by armor would be hard for the enemies to penetrate no matter what they did. He just needed to be careful of his exposed skin.
โYour Highness, be careful!โ
The throwing weapons flew toward him with a swishing sound. A transparent, sharp thread was attached to the end of the throwing weapons. Johan, who had better eyesight than others thanks to a blessing, could see what was at the end of the weapons, although he wouldnโt have been able to see it normally.
โ๐โ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต?!โ
When he had first heard about it from his old assassin master, he had wondered how many times he would ever encounter assassins in his life, but he had surprisingly encountered them quite often. Johan swung his sword and cleanly severed the thread attached to the end of the throwing weapon.
โShoot them down!โ
While the cultistsโ attention was focused on Johan, his subordinates picked up crossbows and bows. Some of them hurriedly blocked with their shields, but those who were a step too slow were hit in the limbs with arrows and fell to the ground.
โHow dare you lowly b*stards be so arrogant!โ
โWho are you planning on capturing? Say it again!โ
Johanโs subordinates shouted fiercely at the cultists.
Mercenaries were generally loyal to the employers they had spent a long time with, but the loyalty that Johanโs subordinates showed was on a whole other level.
It couldnโt be explained away with just generous treatment. This was the loyalty that could only be earned by fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with someone for a long time.
As such, they showed even more hostility toward the cultists who had dared to ambush them. If Johan hadnโt stopped them, they would have left no survivors.
โStop it. Weโll need one or two prisoners.โ
Johan frowned as he spoke. Among the cultists who had collapsed to the ground, there were some who were strangely twitching.
โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ตโ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด?โ
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ
โCarry the wounded to the rear! Set fire to the corpses after we get away!โ
โDonโt act on your own!โ
โThen do you have a better idea?โ
โ. . .Fine. I agree. But next time, tell me before you give orders.โ
The monotheist knights were ragged, as were the pagan knights. Each of them had one or two large or small wounds, and their once-shining armor was covered in dust. The mercenaries who had followed the knights wore expressions of deep regret.
โ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต. ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ.โ
They had followed the knights in hopes of earning a bit more, only to suffer this misfortune. It was a terrible situation.
โHow could there be so many damn traps?โ
โThose crazy cultists. They donโt die easily no matter what we do.โ
The mercenaries, who had thought the old, dilapidated castle would be a piece of cake, were terrified.
They had faced everything from vicious traps to the cultists holding out in narrow passageways, but the worst of all was the cultists who rose again like undead even after being stabbed and cut.
How many mercenaries had fallen because of those monstrosities. . .?
โI guess itโs a good thing the Sir Knights came with us.โ
โYou got that right.โ
The mercenaries let out a sigh of relief. Knights were always the most reliable when it came to dealing with monsters or evil wizards. Since part of their job was to travel around on horseback and deal with such things, knights were skilled in dealing with various kinds of enemies.
. . .But now, the knights were in a difficult position.
โAre you sure itโs okay to burn it down like this?โ
โWhat? Do you want to face them again? No matter how important honor is, I donโt think itโs worth fighting those monsters.โ
The knights, who had been subduing the castle, encountered an unexpected enemy in the depths of the castle.
It was at least two heads taller than even the tallest knights, and its entire body was covered in chainmail and iron plates, so much so that its skin wasnโt even visible. This knight didnโt even seem to have learned how to speak properly, just growling constantly as it swung its weapon and blocked their path.
Of course, the knights werenโt scared of this creature just because of its appearance. Even if it was a bit big, it would fall if they stabbed it with a spear or sword, and if it covered its whole body like that, wouldnโt it just get tired and collapse first?
It was natural for the knights, who had been competing with each other forๅexploits, to step forward, each saying they would deal with it.
โ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎโ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ.
โ๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ! ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌโ ๐๐๐๐๐ฌ.
โ๐๐ก. ๐๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ. ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ข๐ญ?
The monotheist knight who had drawn the lucky straw, Valeon, swung his sword repeatedly and knocked down the pagan knight. The knight, stabbed in the gaps between the iron plates, rolled on the ground, coughing up blood.
โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก. ๐๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค!
โ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ.
โ๐๐ฎ๐ก? ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ?
โ. . .๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .
But before the compliments were even finished, the enemy rose again. Valeon was startled and dodged the attack.
โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ?!
โ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค. . .?!
โ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐!
If it had risen after being stabbed in a vital spot, there was only one answer. The knights were furious at the cultistsโ methods.
โ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ. ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐ฐ๐โ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ!
โ๐๐ซ๐ซ. . . ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐! ๐๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ.
โ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ??
โ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ?! ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ? ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ?
The monotheist knights all wore expressions of having been caught in their weak spot.
It was true. Not only that, but there were some among them who had charged ahead on their own. If they couldnโt accomplish anything after doing that, it would be humiliating.
They had already wasted a lot of time at the entrance, and if they wasted any more time here, the enemy might actually get away.
โ๐๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ!
The knights all charged together. The knights were the kind of people who could even defeat trolls if they attacked together. Spears and arrows flew toward the enemyโs vital spots, and heavy maces shattered the enemyโs knees.
However, the enemy was much stronger than they had expected. The knights were taken aback when the enemy rose again after being stabbed and crushed several times and swung its weapon once more. Some of them were beaten and barely managed to save their own lives.
In the end, the knights decided that it just wasnโt going to work.
โSet it on fire!โ
โBurn it down!โ
Just like trolls, there was no one who could live forever in fire. The knights believed that the power of fire would purify the evil magic.
Of course, they didnโt bother explaining the situation to the mercenaries behind them, since it was embarrassing.
โWhy did you even set it on fire?โ
โItโs an evil place.โ
โNo. Even if itโs an evil place, shouldnโt we at least recover anything we can?โ
โYou idiot. Weโre setting it on fire because thereโs nothing there. Do you think the Sir Knights would be telling us to set it on fire if there was something there?โ
The mercenary looked impressed at his experienced comradeโs words. It was certainly true.
Behind them, the knights wore complicated expressions. Aside from the fact that it was embarrassing in front of the mercenaries, they were more concerned about the fact that they hadnโt been able to properly pursue the enemy. If they set it on fire and waited for it to burn out, it would mean they had pretty much lost the enemy.
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ.โ
โ๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด?โ
But it was still too early for them to be surprised. A messenger came running toward them in a hurry.
โHis Highness has been ambushed! Return to the main force immediately!โ
โWhat the hell??!โ
The knights were shocked to the point of nearly fainting. If they had known the exact situation, they wouldnโt have been so surprised, but since the messenger had set off as soon as the commotion started, the knights couldnโt help but be surprised.
โGet the freshest horses ready! Those without horses should follow as quickly as they can. We need to get there first!โ
โYou idiot! Nowโs not the time to be packing! Leave the baggage behind! Make yourselves as light as possible!โ
The panicked knights hurriedly made preparations to leave, urging their servants to hurry. They were in such a hurry to get ready that the mercenaries couldnโt even follow them.
โLetโs go! Letโs go!!โ
โRun! We donโt have time to waste!โ
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ
โAh. So the skeletons that guy was carrying were tools imbued with magic power.โ
โYes. . . Thatโs what I heard.โ
Johan nodded in understanding after hearing a detailed explanation from the people who had been taken hostage.
He had wondered what kind of magic they had used when some of the cultists kept rising again even after being stabbed and cut, but it turned out there was a secret like that. Putting the power of life into skeletons.
โ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด.โ
As he was tidying up, he saw a group of knights galloping toward them in the distance.
โYou heard the news? You didnโt need to rush here like this.โ
โAre you alright??!โ
โDo you think I would be defeated by cultists? Look at how many soldiers I have here.โ
Johan spoke to the knights as if he was dumbfounded. The knights were relieved to see this. It seemed that the worst-case scenario hadnโt happened.
โThank goodness.โ
โThere wasnโt any of those b*stards in here, I guess.โ
The knight whispered this quietly, but it was clear to Johanโs ears. Johan asked, sounding interested.
โOh? There was one holding out in the castle, too? Did you capture it? Or kill it?โ
โW-We killed it.โ
He couldnโt bring himself to say that he had captured it in front of the duke.
โGood job. How did you kill it?โ
โ. . . . . .โ
The knights hesitated and avoided each otherโs gazes. It was obvious that they wanted someone else to speak first. Unable to stand the atmosphere, one of the knights changed the topic with a question.
โWas there one of those things here, too?โ
โThere was.โ
โAmazing! You must have had a hard time dealing with it since itโs such an open area that you couldnโt use fire. . .โ
โWe didnโt kill it with fire?โ
,Contrary to Johanโs subordinates looking bewildered, the cultists were filled with confidence. There was faith and madness, but that was also because the situation was objectively advantageous for them right now.
The dukeโs subordinates were scattered around, having just finished eating and drinking, and the main forceโs soldiers were waiting on the other side of the village.
They could subdue the duke and take him prisoner before he could run over here.
If they captured the duke, that would recover all the damage they suffered from this punitive campaign. Considering the dukeโs fame, none of the expeditionโs nobles would dare ignore him or treat him recklessly.
โGet him! Get. . .โ
Before he could even finish speaking, a cultistโs blood sprayed into the air as he collapsed backward. There was a dull sound as his skull shattered. The cultists looked forward in a panic, unable to figure out what had flown toward them and crushed their comradeโs skull.
โA. . . A drinking cup!โ
โ???โ
Throwing a cheap, flimsy drinking cup made of metal and shattering the head inside a helmet with it.
These werenโt just cultists; they were men who had received proper training and knew how to fight while armed. And yet, they fell without even being able to react.
โWhatโs this?!โ
But the surprising events had only just begun. Johan didnโt even draw his sword, instead just grabbing the cultist at the front and lifting him up. The cultist, who was quite large, struggled in vain as he was lifted into the air.
๐๐ก๐ฎ๐!
Along with a heavy sound, the cultistsโ formation collapsed. The cultist who had been thrown didnโt even groan, immediately losing consciousness. Johan drew his sword and shouted.
โThe ones we need to capture have shown themselves! Attack!โ
He didnโt know why the ones who were supposed to be inside the castle had appeared in the village, but dealing with them was more important right now.
Johan knew that the cultists used more troublesome techniques than he had expected. Surprisingly, there were even some of them who could use magic.
Fortunately, the method to deal with wizards was simple: kill them before they could use magic.
โUgh. . .โ
Johan swung his sword with maddening speed. The heads of the three in front of him were split open. It didnโt matter if they blocked with a shield, a sword, or a helmet. The Seal Retriever cut through protective gear that wasnโt enchanted like it was mud.
โOh, my god!โ
Only then did the cultists begin to realize that the rumors about the duke might not have been exaggerated after all.
They had cut down the throats of many knights, and as such, they hadnโt really been afraid of the knightsโ reputations. . .
But the aura that the young duke before them displayed had a different kind of ferocity from that.
โWe canโt capture him!โ
โAttack him, even if you have to wound him!โ
The cultists didnโt just wield swords and shields. They took out throwing weapons with unique shapes. Johan frowned at the strange energy he felt coming from them.
โ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บโ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ.โ
Among outstanding wizards, there were many who were also skilled in alchemy. Just as Suetlg knew how to handle poisons, it wasnโt strange for cultists who made assassination their profession to handle poisons.
Johan didnโt know what kind of poison it was, but if he started getting poisoned while exchanging blows with the cultists, it would only be Johan who suffered. Johan put himself on guard.
โ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด.โ
The parts covered by armor would be hard for the enemies to penetrate no matter what they did. He just needed to be careful of his exposed skin.
โYour Highness, be careful!โ
The throwing weapons flew toward him with a swishing sound. A transparent, sharp thread was attached to the end of the throwing weapons. Johan, who had better eyesight than others thanks to a blessing, could see what was at the end of the weapons, although he wouldnโt have been able to see it normally.
โ๐โ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต?!โ
When he had first heard about it from his old assassin master, he had wondered how many times he would ever encounter assassins in his life, but he had surprisingly encountered them quite often. Johan swung his sword and cleanly severed the thread attached to the end of the throwing weapon.
โShoot them down!โ
While the cultistsโ attention was focused on Johan, his subordinates picked up crossbows and bows. Some of them hurriedly blocked with their shields, but those who were a step too slow were hit in the limbs with arrows and fell to the ground.
โHow dare you lowly b*stards be so arrogant!โ
โWho are you planning on capturing? Say it again!โ
Johanโs subordinates shouted fiercely at the cultists.
Mercenaries were generally loyal to the employers they had spent a long time with, but the loyalty that Johanโs subordinates showed was on a whole other level.
It couldnโt be explained away with just generous treatment. This was the loyalty that could only be earned by fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with someone for a long time.
As such, they showed even more hostility toward the cultists who had dared to ambush them. If Johan hadnโt stopped them, they would have left no survivors.
โStop it. Weโll need one or two prisoners.โ
Johan frowned as he spoke. Among the cultists who had collapsed to the ground, there were some who were strangely twitching.
โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ตโ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด?โ
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ
โCarry the wounded to the rear! Set fire to the corpses after we get away!โ
โDonโt act on your own!โ
โThen do you have a better idea?โ
โ. . .Fine. I agree. But next time, tell me before you give orders.โ
The monotheist knights were ragged, as were the pagan knights. Each of them had one or two large or small wounds, and their once-shining armor was covered in dust. The mercenaries who had followed the knights wore expressions of deep regret.
โ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต. ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ.โ
They had followed the knights in hopes of earning a bit more, only to suffer this misfortune. It was a terrible situation.
โHow could there be so many damn traps?โ
โThose crazy cultists. They donโt die easily no matter what we do.โ
The mercenaries, who had thought the old, dilapidated castle would be a piece of cake, were terrified.
They had faced everything from vicious traps to the cultists holding out in narrow passageways, but the worst of all was the cultists who rose again like undead even after being stabbed and cut.
How many mercenaries had fallen because of those monstrosities. . .?
โI guess itโs a good thing the Sir Knights came with us.โ
โYou got that right.โ
The mercenaries let out a sigh of relief. Knights were always the most reliable when it came to dealing with monsters or evil wizards. Since part of their job was to travel around on horseback and deal with such things, knights were skilled in dealing with various kinds of enemies.
. . .But now, the knights were in a difficult position.
โAre you sure itโs okay to burn it down like this?โ
โWhat? Do you want to face them again? No matter how important honor is, I donโt think itโs worth fighting those monsters.โ
The knights, who had been subduing the castle, encountered an unexpected enemy in the depths of the castle.
It was at least two heads taller than even the tallest knights, and its entire body was covered in chainmail and iron plates, so much so that its skin wasnโt even visible. This knight didnโt even seem to have learned how to speak properly, just growling constantly as it swung its weapon and blocked their path.
Of course, the knights werenโt scared of this creature just because of its appearance. Even if it was a bit big, it would fall if they stabbed it with a spear or sword, and if it covered its whole body like that, wouldnโt it just get tired and collapse first?
It was natural for the knights, who had been competing with each other forๅexploits, to step forward, each saying they would deal with it.
โ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎโ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ.
โ๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ! ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌโ ๐๐๐๐๐ฌ.
โ๐๐ก. ๐๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ. ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ข๐ญ?
The monotheist knight who had drawn the lucky straw, Valeon, swung his sword repeatedly and knocked down the pagan knight. The knight, stabbed in the gaps between the iron plates, rolled on the ground, coughing up blood.
โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก. ๐๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค!
โ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ.
โ๐๐ฎ๐ก? ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ?
โ. . .๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .
But before the compliments were even finished, the enemy rose again. Valeon was startled and dodged the attack.
โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ?!
โ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค. . .?!
โ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐!
If it had risen after being stabbed in a vital spot, there was only one answer. The knights were furious at the cultistsโ methods.
โ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ. ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐ฐ๐โ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ!
โ๐๐ซ๐ซ. . . ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐! ๐๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ.
โ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ??
โ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ?! ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ? ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ?
The monotheist knights all wore expressions of having been caught in their weak spot.
It was true. Not only that, but there were some among them who had charged ahead on their own. If they couldnโt accomplish anything after doing that, it would be humiliating.
They had already wasted a lot of time at the entrance, and if they wasted any more time here, the enemy might actually get away.
โ๐๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ!
The knights all charged together. The knights were the kind of people who could even defeat trolls if they attacked together. Spears and arrows flew toward the enemyโs vital spots, and heavy maces shattered the enemyโs knees.
However, the enemy was much stronger than they had expected. The knights were taken aback when the enemy rose again after being stabbed and crushed several times and swung its weapon once more. Some of them were beaten and barely managed to save their own lives.
In the end, the knights decided that it just wasnโt going to work.
โSet it on fire!โ
โBurn it down!โ
Just like trolls, there was no one who could live forever in fire. The knights believed that the power of fire would purify the evil magic.
Of course, they didnโt bother explaining the situation to the mercenaries behind them, since it was embarrassing.
โWhy did you even set it on fire?โ
โItโs an evil place.โ
โNo. Even if itโs an evil place, shouldnโt we at least recover anything we can?โ
โYou idiot. Weโre setting it on fire because thereโs nothing there. Do you think the Sir Knights would be telling us to set it on fire if there was something there?โ
The mercenary looked impressed at his experienced comradeโs words. It was certainly true.
Behind them, the knights wore complicated expressions. Aside from the fact that it was embarrassing in front of the mercenaries, they were more concerned about the fact that they hadnโt been able to properly pursue the enemy. If they set it on fire and waited for it to burn out, it would mean they had pretty much lost the enemy.
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ.โ
โ๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด?โ
But it was still too early for them to be surprised. A messenger came running toward them in a hurry.
โHis Highness has been ambushed! Return to the main force immediately!โ
โWhat the hell??!โ
The knights were shocked to the point of nearly fainting. If they had known the exact situation, they wouldnโt have been so surprised, but since the messenger had set off as soon as the commotion started, the knights couldnโt help but be surprised.
โGet the freshest horses ready! Those without horses should follow as quickly as they can. We need to get there first!โ
โYou idiot! Nowโs not the time to be packing! Leave the baggage behind! Make yourselves as light as possible!โ
The panicked knights hurriedly made preparations to leave, urging their servants to hurry. They were in such a hurry to get ready that the mercenaries couldnโt even follow them.
โLetโs go! Letโs go!!โ
โRun! We donโt have time to waste!โ
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ
โAh. So the skeletons that guy was carrying were tools imbued with magic power.โ
โYes. . . Thatโs what I heard.โ
Johan nodded in understanding after hearing a detailed explanation from the people who had been taken hostage.
He had wondered what kind of magic they had used when some of the cultists kept rising again even after being stabbed and cut, but it turned out there was a secret like that. Putting the power of life into skeletons.
โ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด.โ
As he was tidying up, he saw a group of knights galloping toward them in the distance.
โYou heard the news? You didnโt need to rush here like this.โ
โAre you alright??!โ
โDo you think I would be defeated by cultists? Look at how many soldiers I have here.โ
Johan spoke to the knights as if he was dumbfounded. The knights were relieved to see this. It seemed that the worst-case scenario hadnโt happened.
โThank goodness.โ
โThere wasnโt any of those b*stards in here, I guess.โ
The knight whispered this quietly, but it was clear to Johanโs ears. Johan asked, sounding interested.
โOh? There was one holding out in the castle, too? Did you capture it? Or kill it?โ
โW-We killed it.โn/รด/vel/b//jn dot c//om
He couldnโt bring himself to say that he had captured it in front of the duke.
โGood job. How did you kill it?โ
โ. . . . . .โ
The knights hesitated and avoided each otherโs gazes. It was obvious that they wanted someone else to speak first. Unable to stand the atmosphere, one of the knights changed the topic with a question.
โWas there one of those things here, too?โ
โThere was.โ
โAmazing! You must have had a hard time dealing with it since itโs such an open area that you couldnโt use fire. . .โ
โWe didnโt kill it with fire?โ