Chapter 334: ððšð¥ð² ððð§ð (7)
Contrary to Johanâs 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 dukeâs subordinates were scattered around, having just finished eating and drinking, and the main forceâs 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 dukeâs fame, none of the expeditionâs nobles would dare ignore him or treat him recklessly.
âGet him! Get. . .â
Before he could even finish speaking, a cultistâs 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 comradeâs skull.
âA. . . A drinking cup!â
â???â
Throwing a cheap, flimsy drinking cup made of metal and shattering the head inside a helmet with it.
These werenât 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.âWhatâs this?!â
But the surprising events had only just begun. Johan didnât 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.
ðð¡ð®ð!
Along with a heavy sound, the cultistsâ formation collapsed. The cultist who had been thrown didnât even groan, immediately losing consciousness. Johan drew his sword and shouted.
âThe ones we need to capture have shown themselves! Attack!â
He didnât 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.
âUgh. . .â
Johan swung his sword with maddening speed. The heads of the three in front of him were split open. It didnât matter if they blocked with a shield, a sword, or a helmet. The Seal Retriever cut through protective gear that wasnât enchanted like it was mud.
âOh, my god!â
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 hadnât really been afraid of the knightsâ reputations. . .
But the aura that the young duke before them displayed had a different kind of ferocity from that.
âWe canât capture him!â
âAttack him, even if you have to wound him!â
The cultists didnât just wield swords and shields. They took out throwing weapons with unique shapes. Johan frowned at the strange energy he felt coming from them.
âðð©ðŠðºâð·ðŠ ð€ð°ð¢ðµðŠð¥ ðµð©ðŠð® ðžðªðµð© ðŽð°ð®ðŠðµð©ðªð¯ðš ðŽð±ðŠð€ðªð¢ð.â
Among outstanding wizards, there were many who were also skilled in alchemy. Just as Suetlg knew how to handle poisons, it wasnât strange for cultists who made assassination their profession to handle poisons.
Johan didnât 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.
âð ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ð¯ðŠðŠð¥ ðµð° ð£ðŠ ð€ð¢ð³ðŠð§ð¶ð ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¹ð±ð°ðŽðŠð¥ ð±ð¢ð³ðµðŽ.â
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.
âYour Highness, be careful!â
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 wouldnât have been able to see it normally.
âðâð·ðŠ ð°ð¯ððº ð©ðŠð¢ð³ð¥ ð³ð¶ð®ð°ð³ðŽ ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ ðµð©ðªðŽ, ð£ð¶ðµ ð©ð°ðž ð®ð¢ð¯ðº ðµðªð®ðŠðŽ ð¢ð® ð ðšð°ðªð¯ðš ðµð° ðŠð¹ð±ðŠð³ðªðŠð¯ð€ðŠ ðªðµ?!â
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.
âShoot them down!â
While the cultistsâ 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.
âHow dare you lowly b*stards be so arrogant!â
âWho are you planning on capturing? Say it again!â
Johanâs subordinates shouted fiercely at the cultists.
Mercenaries were generally loyal to the employers they had spent a long time with, but the loyalty that Johanâs subordinates showed was on a whole other level.
It couldnât 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 hadnât stopped them, they would have left no survivors.
âStop it. Weâll need one or two prisoners.â
Johan frowned as he spoke. Among the cultists who had collapsed to the ground, there were some who were strangely twitching.
âðð©ð¢ðµâðŽ ðµð©ðªðŽ?â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âCarry the wounded to the rear! Set fire to the corpses after we get away!â
âDonât act on your own!â
âThen do you have a better idea?â
â. . .Fine. I agree. But next time, tell me before you give orders.â
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.
âðð¢ð®ð¯ ðªðµ. ð ðŽð©ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð©ð¢ð·ðŠ ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ðŽðµð¢ðºðŠð¥ ðžðªðµð© ðµð©ðŠ ð®ð¢ðªð¯ ð§ð°ð³ð€ðŠ.â
They had followed the knights in hopes of earning a bit more, only to suffer this misfortune. It was a terrible situation.
âHow could there be so many damn traps?â
âThose crazy cultists. They donât die easily no matter what we do.â
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. . .?
âI guess itâs a good thing the Sir Knights came with us.â
âYou got that right.â
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.
âAre you sure itâs okay to burn it down like this?â
âWhat? Do you want to face them again? No matter how important honor is, I donât think itâs worth fighting those monsters.â
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 wasnât even visible. This knight didnât 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 werenât 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, wouldnât it just get tired and collapse first?
It was natural for the knights, who had been competing with each other foråexploits, to step forward, each saying they would deal with it.
âððâð¬ ððð¬ððð« ðð¡ðð§ ð ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð, ðð®ð ð¢ðâð¬ ð¬ð¢ðŠð©ð¥ð. ððšð®âð¥ð¥ ð§ðð¯ðð« ð¡ð¢ð ðð§ð²ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¬ð°ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð ð¥ð¢ð€ð ðð¡ðð.
âðð¢ð« ððð¥ððšð§ ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðððððð ð¢ð! ðâðŠ ð¥ðšðšð€ð¢ð§ð ððšð«ð°ðð«ð ððš ð¬ððð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ð¥ðšðšð€ ðšð§ ðð¡ðšð¬ð ððð¬ððð«ðð¬â ððððð¬.
âðð¡. ðð ðªð®ð¢ðð. ðð¡ðð ð ðšðšð ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð¢ð ððš ððš ðð ð¢ðððð ð¢ð?
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.
âðð¡ðð ðŠð®ð¬ð ð¡ðð¯ð ðððð§ ððšð®ð ð¡. ððšðšð ð°ðšð«ð€!
âðð ð°ðð¬ ð§ðšðð¡ð¢ð§ð ððšðŠð©ðð«ðð ððš ððšð®ð« ðð¢ð ð¡ð§ðð¬ð¬.
âðð®ð¡? ðð¡ðð ðð«ð ð²ðšð® ððð¥ð€ð¢ð§ð ðððšð®ð?
â. . .ððšðð¡ð¢ð§ð .
But before the compliments were even finished, the enemy rose again. Valeon was startled and dodged the attack.
âðð¡ðð ðð¡ð ð¡ðð¥ð¥?!
âð ðð¥ððð«ð¥ð² ð¬ðððððð ð¢ð ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ð§ððð€. . .?!
âðð¡ðšð¬ð ððð¬ððð«ðð¬ ð®ð¬ðð ðŠðð ð¢ð!
If it had risen after being stabbed in a vital spot, there was only one answer. The knights were furious at the cultistsâ methods.
âððâð¬ ð£ð®ð¬ð ð¬ððð¥ð¥ð¢ð§ð ððšð« ðð¢ðŠð. ðð ð§ððð ððš ðð¢ð§ð¢ð¬ð¡ ð¢ð ðšðð ðð§ð ð ð¢ð¯ð ðð¡ðð¬ð ð«ð¢ð ð¡ð ðð°ðð². ðð ð°ð ð€ððð© ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð®ð©, ð°ðâð¥ð¥ ð¥ðšð¬ð ðð¡ððŠ!
âðð«ð«. . . ð ð¢ð§ð! ðððâð¬ ðð¥ð¥ ðððððð€ ððšð ððð¡ðð«.
âðð¥ð¥ ððšð ððð¡ðð«??
âððšð® ðð¡ð¢ð§ð€ ð ð¬ð®ð ð ðð¬ððð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððððð®ð¬ð ð ð°ðð§ððð ððš?! ðð¡ðð ððŠ ð ð¬ð®ð©ð©ðšð¬ðð ððš ð¬ðð² ððš ðð¢ð¬ ðð¢ð ð¡ð§ðð¬ð¬ ð¢ð ð°ð ð¥ðšð¬ð ðð¡ððŠ? ððš ð²ðšð® ð°ðð§ð ððš ð¬ðð² ðð¡ðð ð°ð ð¥ðšð¬ð ðð¡ððŠ ððððð®ð¬ð ð°ð ð°ðð«ð ðð¢ð ð¡ðð¢ð§ð ððŠðšð§ð ðšð®ð«ð¬ðð¥ð¯ðð¬?
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 couldnât 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.
âðððâð¬ ð ðš ððšð ððð¡ðð«!
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 enemyâs vital spots, and heavy maces shattered the enemyâs 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 wasnât going to work.
âSet it on fire!â
âBurn it down!â
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 didnât bother explaining the situation to the mercenaries behind them, since it was embarrassing.
âWhy did you even set it on fire?â
âItâs an evil place.â
âNo. Even if itâs an evil place, shouldnât we at least recover anything we can?â
âYou idiot. Weâre setting it on fire because thereâs nothing there. Do you think the Sir Knights would be telling us to set it on fire if there was something there?â
The mercenary looked impressed at his experienced comradeâs 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 hadnât 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.
âð ð¥ð°ð¯âðµ ð¬ð¯ð°ðž ð©ð°ðž ðµð° ðŠð¹ð±ðð¢ðªð¯ ðµð©ðªðŽ ð¢ð§ðµðŠð³ ðµð¢ðð¬ðªð¯ðš ðŽð° ð€ð°ð¯ð§ðªð¥ðŠð¯ðµððº.â
âðð¢ð¯ ð ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ð£ðð¢ð®ðŠ ðªðµ ð°ð¯ ðµð©ð°ðŽðŠ ð±ð¢ðšð¢ð¯ðŽ?â
But it was still too early for them to be surprised. A messenger came running toward them in a hurry.
âHis Highness has been ambushed! Return to the main force immediately!â
âWhat the hell??!â
The knights were shocked to the point of nearly fainting. If they had known the exact situation, they wouldnât have been so surprised, but since the messenger had set off as soon as the commotion started, the knights couldnât help but be surprised.
âGet the freshest horses ready! Those without horses should follow as quickly as they can. We need to get there first!â
âYou idiot! Nowâs not the time to be packing! Leave the baggage behind! Make yourselves as light as possible!â
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 couldnât even follow them.
âLetâs go! Letâs go!!â
âRun! We donât have time to waste!â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âAh. So the skeletons that guy was carrying were tools imbued with magic power.â
âYes. . . Thatâs what I heard.â
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.
âðð¢ðŠð¯ðŠð³ð¯ð¢ ðžð°ð¶ðð¥ ð£ðŠ ðªð¯ðµðŠð³ðŠðŽðµðŠð¥ ðªð§ ð ðµð°ðð¥ ð©ðŠð³ ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ ðµð©ðªðŽ.â
As he was tidying up, he saw a group of knights galloping toward them in the distance.
âYou heard the news? You didnât need to rush here like this.â
âAre you alright??!â
âDo you think I would be defeated by cultists? Look at how many soldiers I have here.â
Johan spoke to the knights as if he was dumbfounded. The knights were relieved to see this. It seemed that the worst-case scenario hadnât happened.
âThank goodness.â
âThere wasnât any of those b*stards in here, I guess.â
The knight whispered this quietly, but it was clear to Johanâs ears. Johan asked, sounding interested.
âOh? There was one holding out in the castle, too? Did you capture it? Or kill it?â
âW-We killed it.â
He couldnât bring himself to say that he had captured it in front of the duke.
âGood job. How did you kill it?â
â. . . . . .â
The knights hesitated and avoided each otherâs 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.
âWas there one of those things here, too?â
âThere was.â
âAmazing! You must have had a hard time dealing with it since itâs such an open area that you couldnât use fire. . .â
âWe didnât kill it with fire?â
,Contrary to Johanâs 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 dukeâs subordinates were scattered around, having just finished eating and drinking, and the main forceâs 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 dukeâs fame, none of the expeditionâs nobles would dare ignore him or treat him recklessly.
âGet him! Get. . .â
Before he could even finish speaking, a cultistâs 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 comradeâs skull.
âA. . . A drinking cup!â
â???â
Throwing a cheap, flimsy drinking cup made of metal and shattering the head inside a helmet with it.
These werenât 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.
âWhatâs this?!â
But the surprising events had only just begun. Johan didnât 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.
ðð¡ð®ð!
Along with a heavy sound, the cultistsâ formation collapsed. The cultist who had been thrown didnât even groan, immediately losing consciousness. Johan drew his sword and shouted.
âThe ones we need to capture have shown themselves! Attack!â
He didnât 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.
âUgh. . .â
Johan swung his sword with maddening speed. The heads of the three in front of him were split open. It didnât matter if they blocked with a shield, a sword, or a helmet. The Seal Retriever cut through protective gear that wasnât enchanted like it was mud.
âOh, my god!â
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 hadnât really been afraid of the knightsâ reputations. . .
But the aura that the young duke before them displayed had a different kind of ferocity from that.
âWe canât capture him!â
âAttack him, even if you have to wound him!â
The cultists didnât just wield swords and shields. They took out throwing weapons with unique shapes. Johan frowned at the strange energy he felt coming from them.
âðð©ðŠðºâð·ðŠ ð€ð°ð¢ðµðŠð¥ ðµð©ðŠð® ðžðªðµð© ðŽð°ð®ðŠðµð©ðªð¯ðš ðŽð±ðŠð€ðªð¢ð.â
Among outstanding wizards, there were many who were also skilled in alchemy. Just as Suetlg knew how to handle poisons, it wasnât strange for cultists who made assassination their profession to handle poisons.
Johan didnât 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.
âð ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ð¯ðŠðŠð¥ ðµð° ð£ðŠ ð€ð¢ð³ðŠð§ð¶ð ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¹ð±ð°ðŽðŠð¥ ð±ð¢ð³ðµðŽ.â
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.
âYour Highness, be careful!â
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 wouldnât have been able to see it normally.
âðâð·ðŠ ð°ð¯ððº ð©ðŠð¢ð³ð¥ ð³ð¶ð®ð°ð³ðŽ ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ ðµð©ðªðŽ, ð£ð¶ðµ ð©ð°ðž ð®ð¢ð¯ðº ðµðªð®ðŠðŽ ð¢ð® ð ðšð°ðªð¯ðš ðµð° ðŠð¹ð±ðŠð³ðªðŠð¯ð€ðŠ ðªðµ?!â
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.
âShoot them down!â
While the cultistsâ 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.
âHow dare you lowly b*stards be so arrogant!â
âWho are you planning on capturing? Say it again!â
Johanâs subordinates shouted fiercely at the cultists.
Mercenaries were generally loyal to the employers they had spent a long time with, but the loyalty that Johanâs subordinates showed was on a whole other level.
It couldnât 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 hadnât stopped them, they would have left no survivors.
âStop it. Weâll need one or two prisoners.â
Johan frowned as he spoke. Among the cultists who had collapsed to the ground, there were some who were strangely twitching.
âðð©ð¢ðµâðŽ ðµð©ðªðŽ?â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âCarry the wounded to the rear! Set fire to the corpses after we get away!â
âDonât act on your own!â
âThen do you have a better idea?â
â. . .Fine. I agree. But next time, tell me before you give orders.â
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.
âðð¢ð®ð¯ ðªðµ. ð ðŽð©ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð©ð¢ð·ðŠ ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ðŽðµð¢ðºðŠð¥ ðžðªðµð© ðµð©ðŠ ð®ð¢ðªð¯ ð§ð°ð³ð€ðŠ.â
They had followed the knights in hopes of earning a bit more, only to suffer this misfortune. It was a terrible situation.
âHow could there be so many damn traps?â
âThose crazy cultists. They donât die easily no matter what we do.â
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. . .?
âI guess itâs a good thing the Sir Knights came with us.â
âYou got that right.â
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.
âAre you sure itâs okay to burn it down like this?â
âWhat? Do you want to face them again? No matter how important honor is, I donât think itâs worth fighting those monsters.â
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 wasnât even visible. This knight didnât 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 werenât 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, wouldnât it just get tired and collapse first?
It was natural for the knights, who had been competing with each other foråexploits, to step forward, each saying they would deal with it.
âððâð¬ ððð¬ððð« ðð¡ðð§ ð ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð, ðð®ð ð¢ðâð¬ ð¬ð¢ðŠð©ð¥ð. ððšð®âð¥ð¥ ð§ðð¯ðð« ð¡ð¢ð ðð§ð²ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¬ð°ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð ð¥ð¢ð€ð ðð¡ðð.
âðð¢ð« ððð¥ððšð§ ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðððððð ð¢ð! ðâðŠ ð¥ðšðšð€ð¢ð§ð ððšð«ð°ðð«ð ððš ð¬ððð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ð¥ðšðšð€ ðšð§ ðð¡ðšð¬ð ððð¬ððð«ðð¬â ððððð¬.
âðð¡. ðð ðªð®ð¢ðð. ðð¡ðð ð ðšðšð ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð¢ð ððš ððš ðð ð¢ðððð ð¢ð?
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.
âðð¡ðð ðŠð®ð¬ð ð¡ðð¯ð ðððð§ ððšð®ð ð¡. ððšðšð ð°ðšð«ð€!
âðð ð°ðð¬ ð§ðšðð¡ð¢ð§ð ððšðŠð©ðð«ðð ððš ððšð®ð« ðð¢ð ð¡ð§ðð¬ð¬.
âðð®ð¡? ðð¡ðð ðð«ð ð²ðšð® ððð¥ð€ð¢ð§ð ðððšð®ð?
â. . .ððšðð¡ð¢ð§ð .
But before the compliments were even finished, the enemy rose again. Valeon was startled and dodged the attack.
âðð¡ðð ðð¡ð ð¡ðð¥ð¥?!
âð ðð¥ððð«ð¥ð² ð¬ðððððð ð¢ð ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ð§ððð€. . .?!
âðð¡ðšð¬ð ððð¬ððð«ðð¬ ð®ð¬ðð ðŠðð ð¢ð!
If it had risen after being stabbed in a vital spot, there was only one answer. The knights were furious at the cultistsâ methods.
âððâð¬ ð£ð®ð¬ð ð¬ððð¥ð¥ð¢ð§ð ððšð« ðð¢ðŠð. ðð ð§ððð ððš ðð¢ð§ð¢ð¬ð¡ ð¢ð ðšðð ðð§ð ð ð¢ð¯ð ðð¡ðð¬ð ð«ð¢ð ð¡ð ðð°ðð². ðð ð°ð ð€ððð© ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð®ð©, ð°ðâð¥ð¥ ð¥ðšð¬ð ðð¡ððŠ!
âðð«ð«. . . ð ð¢ð§ð! ðððâð¬ ðð¥ð¥ ðððððð€ ððšð ððð¡ðð«.
âðð¥ð¥ ððšð ððð¡ðð«??
âððšð® ðð¡ð¢ð§ð€ ð ð¬ð®ð ð ðð¬ððð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððððð®ð¬ð ð ð°ðð§ððð ððš?! ðð¡ðð ððŠ ð ð¬ð®ð©ð©ðšð¬ðð ððš ð¬ðð² ððš ðð¢ð¬ ðð¢ð ð¡ð§ðð¬ð¬ ð¢ð ð°ð ð¥ðšð¬ð ðð¡ððŠ? ððš ð²ðšð® ð°ðð§ð ððš ð¬ðð² ðð¡ðð ð°ð ð¥ðšð¬ð ðð¡ððŠ ððððð®ð¬ð ð°ð ð°ðð«ð ðð¢ð ð¡ðð¢ð§ð ððŠðšð§ð ðšð®ð«ð¬ðð¥ð¯ðð¬?
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 couldnât 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.
âðððâð¬ ð ðš ððšð ððð¡ðð«!
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 enemyâs vital spots, and heavy maces shattered the enemyâs 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 wasnât going to work.
âSet it on fire!â
âBurn it down!â
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 didnât bother explaining the situation to the mercenaries behind them, since it was embarrassing.
âWhy did you even set it on fire?â
âItâs an evil place.â
âNo. Even if itâs an evil place, shouldnât we at least recover anything we can?â
âYou idiot. Weâre setting it on fire because thereâs nothing there. Do you think the Sir Knights would be telling us to set it on fire if there was something there?â
The mercenary looked impressed at his experienced comradeâs 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 hadnât 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.
âð ð¥ð°ð¯âðµ ð¬ð¯ð°ðž ð©ð°ðž ðµð° ðŠð¹ð±ðð¢ðªð¯ ðµð©ðªðŽ ð¢ð§ðµðŠð³ ðµð¢ðð¬ðªð¯ðš ðŽð° ð€ð°ð¯ð§ðªð¥ðŠð¯ðµððº.â
âðð¢ð¯ ð ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ð£ðð¢ð®ðŠ ðªðµ ð°ð¯ ðµð©ð°ðŽðŠ ð±ð¢ðšð¢ð¯ðŽ?â
But it was still too early for them to be surprised. A messenger came running toward them in a hurry.
âHis Highness has been ambushed! Return to the main force immediately!â
âWhat the hell??!â
The knights were shocked to the point of nearly fainting. If they had known the exact situation, they wouldnât have been so surprised, but since the messenger had set off as soon as the commotion started, the knights couldnât help but be surprised.
âGet the freshest horses ready! Those without horses should follow as quickly as they can. We need to get there first!â
âYou idiot! Nowâs not the time to be packing! Leave the baggage behind! Make yourselves as light as possible!â
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 couldnât even follow them.
âLetâs go! Letâs go!!â
âRun! We donât have time to waste!â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âAh. So the skeletons that guy was carrying were tools imbued with magic power.â
âYes. . . Thatâs what I heard.â
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.
âðð¢ðŠð¯ðŠð³ð¯ð¢ ðžð°ð¶ðð¥ ð£ðŠ ðªð¯ðµðŠð³ðŠðŽðµðŠð¥ ðªð§ ð ðµð°ðð¥ ð©ðŠð³ ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ ðµð©ðªðŽ.â
As he was tidying up, he saw a group of knights galloping toward them in the distance.
âYou heard the news? You didnât need to rush here like this.â
âAre you alright??!â
âDo you think I would be defeated by cultists? Look at how many soldiers I have here.â
Johan spoke to the knights as if he was dumbfounded. The knights were relieved to see this. It seemed that the worst-case scenario hadnât happened.
âThank goodness.â
âThere wasnât any of those b*stards in here, I guess.â
The knight whispered this quietly, but it was clear to Johanâs ears. Johan asked, sounding interested.
âOh? There was one holding out in the castle, too? Did you capture it? Or kill it?â
âW-We killed it.â
He couldnât bring himself to say that he had captured it in front of the duke.
âGood job. How did you kill it?â
â. . . . . .â
The knights hesitated and avoided each otherâs 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.
âWas there one of those things here, too?â
âThere was.â
âAmazing! You must have had a hard time dealing with it since itâs such an open area that you couldnât use fire. . .â
âWe didnât kill it with fire?â