How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 107.2: 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 (7)

The gargoyle then tried to fly off with the bishop in its grasp. Normally, it would have ended things right there in a fit of rage. But even a gargoyle wouldnt be stubborn in such a situation.

With Johan alone being a nuisance, let alone the others. . .

Ugh!

The bishop started rolling on the ground, being dragged along. The gargoyle, unable to fly high due to the silver arrow lodged in its body, stumbled. The arrow was clearly taking effect.

Chase it!

Johan, wearing only a surcoat over his shirt, started running with the mercenaries.

Does anyone have a spear?!

You get arrested for carrying spears in the city!

Hand over anything throwable!

At Johans command, the mercenaries started offering everything from throwing axes to daggers. Johan collected them and hurled them at the gargoyle. With each hit, the gargoyle let out a heavy groan.

Galambos was puzzled. The gargoyle was groaning even though the weapons werent silver?

Confused, Galambos advised based on what he knew.

Sir Knight! Its hard to cause serious damage without silver or magic!

I know. Valkalmur!

At Johans call, a malevolent spirit surged, leaving traces on the weapon. The axe changed its trajectory aiming for the gargoyles wing. . .

!

The gargoyle turned its head and snapped at the axe with its mouth, clawing at it. It seemed that Johans attack was its highest priority to block.

Sir Knight. It seems that the creature is only paying attention to you, Sir Knight.

It doesnt matter. Were just buying time anyway! We must prevent it from escaping with the bishop. You two, call the city guards! Inform them a monster has appeared!

Johan, along with the mercenaries, chased the gargoyle, launching attacks to buy time. Each time, the gargoyle stopped to defend itself.

The creature was still unable to fly properly, and thanks to that, the bishop was rolling on the ground, screaming.

It would have been less painful for it if it had flown higher.

Aaaargh!

A monster, a monster!

Citizens, go inside your homes! A gargoyle has appeared!

There was inevitable chaos as the gargoyle flapped and ran down the main road. People screamed, and Johan yelled loudly, his powerful voice echoing. People quickly regained their senses and moved aside.

The bishop is being taken away!

The bishop has been kidnapped by a demon!

It wasnt a demon, but Johan had no time to correct them. He changed his pattern of keeping the creature at bay while pursuing it.

Some of his attacks were magical, but the gargoyle got increasingly angry as the non-magical ones continued.

It seemed extremely vexed at being toyed with by Johan.

. . .

But Johan was starting to get anxious. The path they were on led to the square. Considering the layout of the square, it was likely that people wouldnt be able to easily escape.

Moreover, seeing so many people, the gargoyle might abandon the bishop and target others.

Honestly, Johan was surprised the gargoyle was still fixated on the bishop.

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With a scream, people in the square began to run to the side. Johan gripped his weapon tightly. If the gargoyle attacked elsewhere, he was ready to fight with all his might. . .

Youve shown your true colors, you knight dastard! Although the rumors were favorable, I never trusted a foreigner like you. How dare you rampage in the city with mercenaries and weapons?

A well-dressed man, accompanied by several guards, pointed at Johan from across the square and shouted. Johan looked at him in disbelief.

You dont see the gargoyle. . .

Put down your weapons immediately! The guards are nearby! If you move, we will shoot with crossbows!

G-Giordano-nim! Giordano-nim! In front! A monster!

So, this knight dastard is the monster? I knew it! The audacity of this foreigne

Giordanos guards screamed and ran away. Giordano, puzzled, turned his head. Only then did he see the gargoyle flying towards him.

The people had been running and screaming not because the mercenaries were causing a disturbance in the square, but because the gargoyle was flying in.

The bystanders closed their eyes tightly.

With a loud noise, the gargoyle pounced on Giordano. Its stone claws and teeth mashed Giordanos body beyond recognition.

. . . . . .

While mourning the noble who had come to strut in the square and met an unexpected fate, Johan glared at the creature.

While the gargoyle had ignored everyone else, it seemed to have taken a liking to Giordano, enthusiastically swinging its front claws.

?

The creature seemed to regain strength after being drenched in Giordanos blood. There was a newfound vitality in its wing beats.

Of course, Johan did not just stand by and watch this. He took a throwing axe and then summoned Valkalmur.

The single-minded determination to capture the creature taught Johan how to make Valkalmur submit more strongly. Johan spoke with a cry rising from deep within his soul.

Submit even more, Valkalmur! In the name of Yeats son, Johan! Before the power that has toppled knights of the kingdom and the Empire, and torn apart the cursed souls of monsters and their flesh!

The axe grew hot as if ablaze, and the malevolent spirit screamed in terror and submission.

The gargoyle, soaked in blood as before, tried in vain to block the axe.

The axe slid through the gargoyles hand, cutting off one of its wings. Confused, the creature tried to fly but tumbled due to the loss of balance.

Seizing the opportunity, Johan charged in ferociously with his sword.

Frightened by the charging Johan, the gargoyle hastily grabbed the bishop with its tail. It seemed to be an attempt to kill and regain strength.

I cant let go of this, you cursed creature!

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Both Johan and the gargoyle were surprised. The bishop, who had seemed limp, suddenly woke up as if in a fit.

Pretending to be dead in that situation!

The bishop, crying out, pulled out a large cross from within and thrust it into the creatures mouth. The body was silver, a valuable object adorned with various treasures.

Caught off guard by the sudden insertion of the cross, the gargoyle choked and couldnt close its mouth. The silver cross burned its mouth.

That brief moment was enough. Johan had already arrived. He glared at the gargoyle with a demonic face, exuding intense murderous intent.

The bishop looked at Johan, trembling. It was honestly hard to tell which of the two was more terrifying.

A silver flash, and the gargoyles head was cleanly severed. It was as if done by a skilled executioner.

!

Johan skewered the gargoyles head with his silver sword. The onlookers roared with cheers.

A young knight had decapitated the demon before their eyes. No one could remain silent upon witnessing this. They repeatedly shouted Johans name.

Thank you, Bishop!

Bishop! You have saved us with a miracle!

People also approached the fallen bishop. In their eyes, it seemed like the bishop had immobilized the demon with the cross.

Praise be to the bishop!

Praise be to the bish. . .

P-Please. . . find a skilled doctor. . .

The bishop murmured with a pale face, bloodied.