How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 277: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ (6)



Chapter 277: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ (6)

The Elf King was quite a talkative man when it came to things he liked.

And the group battles that took place in the tournament were events the Elf King could not help but love.

Horses and over a dozen knights moved across the wide plains, clashing against each other in group battles that were no different from actual battles.

Aside from the fact that the weapons were not sharp, many people died. When the priests heard such things, they became disgusted, but for the knights, this was just an opportunity to prove their bravery.

As the Elf King continued to talk, Johan inadvertently yawned. The Elf King asked with a shocked expression.

โ€œCount. Surely you are not sleepy?โ€

โ€œ. . .Itโ€™s a misunderstanding. The air inside the tent is stuffy.โ€

โ€œAh. Is that so? Open the tentโ€™s door. It seems the Count is uncomfortable.โ€

The Elf King gave an order with a face that had become cheerful again. The knights behind him bowed their heads as if they understood Johanโ€™s feelings, looking apologetic.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œCount Yeats is participating in the group battle!โ€

The news that was quickly relayed by a northern knight heated up the fiefdom where the people from the north had gathered.

โ€œIs that true?โ€

โ€œI checked several times. They said it was definite!โ€

โ€œLet us call the priests and give thanks to God! Give thanks for this honorable battle!โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

The priest next to the knight was able to endure without cursing because he had deep self-control. Prayers to God were not supposed to be for things like this.

Nevertheless, the knights were so excited and enthusiastic that they kept shouting and throwing their glasses.

A formidable opponent that they had not even dared to expect had personally stepped up.

Some knights were so happy that their eyes welled up with tears.

He was still young, but no one ignored Count Yeatsโ€™ fame as a knight.

He had defeated monsters such as trolls, ogres, and basilisks in succession, which were monsters that an average knight would gain fame for defeating just one.

It was not just monsters. Sir Karamaf, who had defeated formidable knights in duels and wiped out noble families, and Emperor Cardirian of the Visalfurk family, who had never been defeated in any unfavorable battlefield, fell before Count Yeatsโ€™ sword.

The Countโ€™s fame was now blazing like the sun. Among the feudal lords, there were many who were jealous of his fame and harbored grudges from defeats, but the knights were not.

For the knights, it was an honor just to be able to compete against him and win!

If the Count fought against the people from the north, it was something to be truly thankful for. Normally, it was something they would not have expected. He was also the host, but he fought so fiercely. . .

However, seeing him step up like this, it was clear that the young Count was trying to generously step forward to let go of grudges and uphold the honor and bravery of knights.

โ€œIsnโ€™t it time for this now!โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re right.โ€

In group battles, it was common for knights and families who were on good terms to form teams.

In this situation, the knights from the north and their friends, and the other knights and their friends could not help but be separated.

Naturally, Count Yeats would be on the latter side, so the knights from the north could face Count Yeats in battle.

โ€œYou take the Elf King.โ€

โ€œWhat?! Didnโ€™t you say you would take him?!โ€

โ€œWhat nonsense are you saying. . . Keep your promise!โ€

Originally, they had fiercely fought over โ€˜๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Œ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จโ€™ because the Elf King was considered the most honorable opponent.

It seemed like they had come to a conclusion, but the priority changed again because of Count Yeats.

Someone had to act as bait and someone had to face the other knights. Even if they were defeated in one blow, everyone wanted to face the most famous knight.

โ€œSince things have come to this, let us leave it to Godโ€™s will.โ€

โ€œThat is a good idea.โ€

โ€œPriest! Please come here.โ€

โ€œ?โ€

The priest, who had been waiting while sighing, ran over, curious about the knightsโ€™ call.

โ€™๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ?โ€™

โ€œWhy did you call me, Sir Knight?โ€

โ€œPlease choose who among us should face Count Yeats so that God will be most pleased!โ€

โ€œ. . .The name of God is not to be used in such places. Sir Knight.โ€

โ€œAh. Donโ€™t be so uptight. Come on! Choose!โ€

โ€˜๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ! ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ!โ€™

The priest cursed inwardly.

Count Yeats over there had such strong faith that he had faith-filled conversations with the priests around him every week, but he had to preach to these barbarians.

But what could he do? The knights were asking him to choose. The priest had no choice but to make lots on the spot.

โ€œOh, God! God has guided my hand!โ€

โ€œDamn it! Is it because I didnโ€™t pray? My luck really is terrible!โ€

The lucky knights could not hold back their laughter and chatted. As they had been chosen to face Count Yeats, they needed to coordinate with each other.

โ€œI have never seen your crest before. Who are you from?โ€

โ€œI am from the Darove family. My name is not worth mentioning yet.โ€

โ€œYou came here to gain honor. Donโ€™t worry. Once the battle is over, the honor of those here will last forever.โ€

The knights from the north were curious about the unfamiliar face, but they did not pay too much attention to it.

Since many people participated in the tournament, this sort of thing was normal.

Knights who had been disowned by their families and participated with their faces hidden, mercenary knights who were confident in their fighting skills and participated to aim for the knightsโ€™ weapons and ransom. . .

Knights who had not made a name for themselves anywhere also participated. For knights without any fame, it was not particularly strange to hide their names. They only needed to know which family they were from.

โ€œThe Darove family? Was there such a knight?โ€

โ€œJudging by the crest on the flag, it seems to be the Darove family.โ€

Some of the knights were slightly suspicious, but their interest quickly faded.

The incident they were currently facing was too serious to be suspicious of a minor knight family in the north.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

The one who displayed his prowess the most in the one-on-one battles was, of course, the Elf King.

The Elf King, who had defeated many knights even after throwing away the treasures of the elves, shouted arrogantly in front of the knights from the north.

The knights from the north gritted their teeth, but there was no one who seemed to be able to break the Elf Kingโ€™s momentum.

However, a surprising opponent appeared.

A knight appeared with his face hidden by a helmet and a black flag instead of his familyโ€™s flag.

The Elf King shouted as if he could not believe it.

โ€œYou are not honorable! Can you not even say the name of your family?โ€

โ€œI cannot reveal my familyโ€™s name due to circumstances. If you defeat me, I will tell you the name of my family!โ€

The Elf King seemed excited rather than angry at the opponentโ€™s shout. He immediately pulled out his spear and shouted for him to charge.

โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€

โ€œWell? Isnโ€™t he one of the knights from the north?โ€

โ€œHe looks strangely familiar?โ€

Caenerna tilted her head. It was not uncommon for unknown people to participate in the one-on-one battles, but that masked knight seemed far from those people.

A solidly built warhorse, crude but seemingly made by dwarves, and confidence that did not waver even against the Elf King.

He was definitely a fairly famous knight.

The Elf King and the masked knight charged five times. Each time they charged, they fiercely clashed against each other, and when the spears they were holding broke, the two immediately drew their swords.

And luck favored the masked knight. The Elf Kingโ€™s feet touched the ground first as his horse stumbled.

โ€œDamn it! God must be jealous of me!โ€

The Elf King surrendered cleanly and stepped back. Applause and laughter erupted from the audience. It was something the priests would have hated, but the Elf King was popular among the people.

The knights from the north looked at the masked knight with expressions that were a mixture of gratitude for defeating the Elf King and confusion because they did not know who he was.

โ€œWho is that person?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know. Wasnโ€™t he next to your tent? Who did you bring as a servant?โ€

In the meantime, the herald blew a trumpet to call for the next challenger. However, the Elf King had already defeated several formidable knights, so an opponent did not appear easily.

โ€œThe victor has been decided!โ€

The masked knight stood in front with applause. Iselia whispered in a curious voice.

โ€œHow about asking him to take off his helmet?โ€

It was possible to ask him to take off his helmet as a sign of respect to the host. However, Johan shook his head. Iselia blushed as if she was embarrassed.

โ€œYouโ€™re right. We have to protect the knightโ€™s honor.โ€

โ€œNo. . . Iโ€™m not really interested. Is there a reason I need to know my opponent?โ€

Johan had a rough idea of who his opponent was. He must be from one of the feudal lord families in the north. He must have hidden his face and family because it could be dangerous for his life if he attended too openly.

If that was the case, there was no need to force him to reveal it. Wouldnโ€™t it be considered showing him kindness?

The audience shouted for the knight to take off his helmet in front of the Count, but Johan ignored them and awarded him the honorable wreath.

The winner of the tournament had the right to give this wreath to whoever they wanted. It was a truly honorable right.

โ€œ. . .?โ€

Johan was momentarily flustered. The knight had given him the wreath. The knight spoke in a low voice.

โ€œI give this wreath to the most honorable Count in the Empire.โ€

โ€œ. . .Thank you. I will gratefully accept your kind gesture.โ€

The knight bowed his head and slowly stepped back. It was normally given to lovers or oneโ€™s lord, but he gave it to Johan.

โ€˜๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ?โ€™

โ€œIsnโ€™t this a confession of love?โ€

When Caenerna said that, Johan replied as if he could not believe it.

โ€œIt seems like you have heard too many love poems.โ€

โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t have such thoughts if you looked next to you.โ€

Johan turned his gaze to the side. Iselia was glaring at the knight with a serious expression.

โ€œ!โ€

If he was trying to serve him as his lord, it would not have been a big problem. However, if it was a confession of love, its meaning was different.

Iselia did not care much because she thought that Johan could sleep with anyone he wanted, but if Iselia was sitting next to him, giving him the wreath in such a way was not much different from proposing a duel.

The elf was not one to remain still after receiving such a proposal.

Suetlg shook her head and blamed Caenerna for being mischievous.

โ€œDonโ€™t say strange things. He must have given it to Your Excellency Count out of respect. Iselia-gong. You donโ€™t have to think useless thoughts.โ€

โ€˜๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด?โ€™

Caenerna tried to ask, but she held back. Unlike Johan, Iselia was not the type to joke around.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

It had been a long time since Johan rode a normal horse. Furthermore, his armor was armor without any enchantments.

Of course, that did not mean he was wearing low-quality items. The horse was the finest warhorse in the south, and the armor was armor that the dwarves had personally offered.

The Elf Kingโ€™s strategy was simple but effective.

โ”๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ, ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ!

Surrounding them while moving seemed simple in words, but doing it on a chaotic battlefield filled with dust required excellent skill. And the Elf King was someone who possessed such skill.

That was why Johan had agreed to the Elf Kingโ€™s strategy. He could not think of a better method than that.

โ€œ. . .??โ€

โ€œNo way. . .?โ€

The knights who were with Johan were flustered and lost for words.

The number of enemy knights charging from the front was far greater than expected.

โ€˜๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ?โ€™

โ€œThese despicable b*stards! Didnโ€™t you say you would take the right flank?!โ€

โ€œI only lost my way by mistake! We have to move together now that things have come to this!โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

Johan was also lost for words.

He had not expected the enemies to abandon the strategy and victory of the tournament and aim for Johan alone like this.

โ€œYour Excellency! We will protect Your Excellency!โ€

โ€œThank you.โ€

The knights shouted fiercely. They were at a disadvantage in numbers, but their spirits were not crushed. They were determined to never retreat until reinforcements arrived.

However, they soon realized that their thoughts were wrong.

โ€œ. . .!!โ€

The young Count was knocking down knights left and right with his blunt sword.


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