The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 383

My Villains Episode 383

62. Tactics of Deception (10)

“…Ouch”

As soon as I opened my eyes and swallowed my breath, the sound of chatter filled the room.

“- stop it! The inside is already full!”

“Damn it, lay it anywhere! Knights

, this way!”

“Does anyone have any potions left? We are in a hurry!”

“The hemostasis is over. Pray to the Lord……

What is this place? What’s the matter?

I blinked my eyes silently, and as I was about to stand up, a white face popped out of nowhere and blocked my vision.

“trunnion.”

“Heyla?”

“…ha.”

Heila let out a sigh of relief and rested her forehead on my chest. Almost at the same time, all sorts of voices broke out and pounded the eardrums.

“lily!”

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, don’t wake up! You should lie down now.”

“Hey dude, what are you doing standing there? Go get a priest or someone!”

The heavy-duty Dervish and the chubby Esson sergeant Goleman and others were my personal soldiers. At the edge of the field of vision, there was also a couple of servants, Hicks and Rowen.

Before looking back at them, I groped for my body first.

He must have been seriously injured right before he passed out, but looking at it now, he looks roughly fine.

Except for the itchy face, stiff eyes, stuffy chest, and a little tightness in the thighs. Well, I felt hunger to the point of stomach ache and a feeling of exhaustion that I would pass out again soon, but I guess I just had to live and be fine.

Even while I was checking the condition myself, dozens of men continued to squabble. My head pounded at the sound and I covered my forehead.

“Boys, shut up. My head is ringing.”

The words were full of irritation, but somehow the subordinates seemed relieved.

“Yes, it’s blowing dust, so don’t make a fuss and sit down, you bastards. Seeing you squirm, you seem to be fine.”

Those were the words that the ponytail Fritz giggled.

He was sitting on the bed next to me and leaning against the wall. The armor and weapons were removed and thrown aside, and bandages were wrapped around the knees and shoulders.

I then glanced around. It was only after the subordinates who had surrounded the bed, like a curtain, split left and right, that the view opened.

“Cathedral?”

“that’s right. It is the cathedral of Andal-Viren.”

Heyla, who was sitting next to me with her hands folded on the back of mine, answered. According to her words, this was the inner chamber of the cathedral.

Andal-Viren’s cathedral is a place where more than 500 believers can hold Mass at once. The large church was full of wounded knights and soldiers, and people caring for them. The innermost inner chamber of the church was already empty, and the chapel and aisle, visible through the open door, were also busy with the wounded and clergy assistants.

“What about the other guys?”

“The other guys?”

“With Dylan- the men. Where are all the Fritzes?” Fritz drank water with a leather water bag and chinned me.

“There must be a few guys on the other side.”

When the men surrounding the bunk stepped aside, they saw two familiar faces.

“lily.”

Dylan, the night watchman with a bandage tied in the middle of his face, waved his left hand like a wooden doll and said hello. Next to him, with his elbow wrapped in a bandage, smiling palely, was a fellow named ‘O’Brien.

“…Is this all?” “’Schoolly’ and ‘Chloray’ dragged them all the way here, but eventually they died. I haven’t seen ‘Macwald’ and ‘Gilkey’ since before. He probably died outside.”

“I saw Gilkey, Nari.”

O’Brien, a former security guard at Lianwell who was expelled from the guard for drinking and skipping duty, testified to the end of his friend from the same town.

“My head was broken by a long hammer. Fortunately, I went to one room.”

“Sleep peacefully in Your arms.”

Cloray and Macwald Gilkey are the subordinates obtained from Lianwell and Schoolly from Seteniora Monastery. Everyone had good horse riding skills, so they made them cavalrymen, but they lost during the fierce battle in Zelntree.

“…Sleep peacefully in the arms of the Lord.”

Eson, who had been standing nearby for a moment to be silent, opened his mouth.

“’Keegan’ and ‘Dougherty’ and ‘Dagin’ are in treatment. Keegan seems to be coming to his senses soon, but Doherty and Dagin seem to have been hit at some point.” “why? Didn’t the treatment go well?”

“There are quite a few knights among the wounded. Guys are a bit behind in priorities. I don’t know if it will last until the priest takes care of it.”

I frowned.

“What bullshit is that? Priest Okan is’?”

“He is also busy taking care of the knights. First of all, I’ve released the kids and arranged for the potion, so just a little bit-” ”

Hey, don’t talk like an asshole and bring that man.” “yes? “But,”

Esson growled slightly, interrupting him with a perplexed expression.

“What are you doing? Go tell them, shut up and treat my kids first. They tell me how much I have fed and clothed them so far, but I am working hard in the wrong place.”

“…hmm. I understand, sir.”

Golman, who was standing at the foot of the bunk, smiled bitterly as Esson and a few of his men scattered to find Priest Okan.

“I’m glad you look fresh in many ways, Nari. I thought the liver fell out of the barrel when you suddenly collapsed.”

“…what?” I slightly narrowed my brows at the sense of incongruity felt in Goleman’s words.

“Did you suddenly fall down? I?”

“yes? yes. Didn’t you fall off the bicorn as soon as you entered the castle gate?”

An ominous feeling, similar to that of a drunken binge and the film being cut, but dozens of times more terrible, flashed through my mind.

“…what the hell are you talking about? You said I rode a bicorn into the city gate’?”

“…uh don’t you remember?”

Gollman was about to say more, but Heila opened her mouth.

“stop.”

She fidgeted with both hands and touched the back of my hand, then looked back at her subordinates with calm eyes.

“Since we confirmed that Poi is awake, everyone go back to their seats. Poi needs stability.”

“Wait a minute, Heila.”

“Stay still. I will give you an explanation.”

“…Um, is that so?”

When I shut up at Heila’s very determined attitude, my men also retreated without saying a word. She made sure that only Golman, who was serving as my servant, and a couple of things were left to take care of the wounded.

As the armed masses surrounding the bed disappeared all at once, it seemed as if my sight and breath were opened at the same time.

“How long do you remember?”

“It was covered in acid slime and a dagger in my chest.”

I remembered the old man who had put a dagger in my chest belatedly, and suddenly turned my head.

“wait for a sec. Who is Hopeken Seongbaek? What happened to that monstrous old man?”

“I do not know.”

“You don’t know?”

“huh. He was mortally wounded, but his disciples immediately recovered and escaped.”

“If it’s a fatal wound, a shoulder?”

He recalled pulling him with a bloody whip and driving a knife into his shoulder, but Heila denied it with an expressionless face.

“no. I heard you cut your throat in half.”

“Oh yeah. I caught something in my hand in the middle of struggling, but it was my neck…

I let out a sigh of relief or regret and put my head on the pillow. Heila blinked slightly subtlely.

“I don’t know if he died.”

“…You said your throat was cut in half? Then you must be dead.”

“I don’t know. You, who was stabbed in the heart, survived like this, but would you die with a small cut in your neck?”

“You stabbed me in the heart? I?”

“okay. you.”

In response to my bewildered expression, Heila

began to explain in a calm tone.

turn back time a bit

As my hand tore deeply down the throat of Holy Baek Hopeken, about 20 of his disciples burst into action, foaming at each other.

Those who were directly raised by the ‘master of swords’ all had the skills to be called swordsmen. When those swordsmen disregarded their lives and rushed in, the allies were pushed back for a moment.

And the moment the swordsman who rushed in first was about to slash his neck, I jumped up. With a dagger stuck in his chest and slime covering his face.

I picked up the black ice in a state where even my eyeballs melted and I couldn’t see. And in the blink of an eye, he cut down half of the sixteen swordsmen.

“Did I say that?”

“huh. It was said that it was rare for opponents to receive more than three sums.”

I don’t know what the skills of those swordsmen are, but if you were a disciple of the monster old man, you wouldn’t be young. On the contrary, wouldn’t it be better than most of the imperial knights?

But it wasn’t enough that he overcame the combined efforts of those swordsmen, so he killed eight people? Half-dead and blind?

“…is that possible?”

“Are you advising?”

“……no.”

It’s an artist’s job. Did I take advantage of the moment when I lost my mind and take possession of my body for a while?

But no matter how much an artist is, I didn’t know that his skills were that good. It seems that he couldn’t make an objective judgment because he handed over control of his body when dealing with a disgusting monster or when it was annoying to fight.

“In the meantime, the rest of the disciples saved Hope Kern Seongbaek. He’s an old man, so he can’t compare to you, a young blood knight, but he’s still one of the 10 best in the empire. It might even be out of breath.”

“I see…

Heila’s explanation continued.

Immediately after Saint Baek Hope’s escape, I, no artist, went on a run.

“… ran away? To High Castle?”

“huh. I rode the bicorn that Dylan had been collecting and ran straight over here.”

Thanks to the defeat of Holy Baek Hopeken and his disciples, the imperial knights were greatly weakened. It is said that Ulkar took advantage of the opportunity to gather the cavalry and retreat, and I was at the forefront.

“The pagan slave army was on the verge of completing the siege. Thanks to you and Ankir Hilter and other knights breaking through the siege, we retreated safely.”

The artist in my memory was a monster that looked like a mixture of humans and reptiles. It wasn’t just the appearance, it was a real exhaust monster filled with all kinds of low and evil things, including the desire for flesh and blood.

Of course, I thought that a guy like that would go on a rampage for slaughter, but to think he desperately ran away…

Is it the result of the desire for survival taking precedence over all other desires?

I guess I’ll need to talk to the monster sooner or later.