Chapter 175
My Villains Episode 175
42. bridle(7)
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After 石", 石", 石一 石", 石", 石'- After numerous soldiers moving to the sound of drums, tall flags were fluttering..
Each of the five or six flags had a different picture engraved on them..
Ringed cross, two crossed spears and shields, knight on horseback, seven red and blue birds forming a circle, black and white grid pattern…….
One of the flags was unusually high. It was a flag with a white bird on it..
When the sound of the drums stopped and the army's march stopped, knights and officers gathered under the flag with a white bird on it. The young man in the center pulled the reins and looked up at the flag..
A white bird clutching a spear. It was the emblem of the family he belonged to.…….
The young man, whose cheeks were chubby and unsuited to his chubby physique, was lost in thought..
‘After all, a laurel wreath would be better than a cape. Gold will make you look greedy, so should I make a laurel wreath made of steel?.’
A middle-aged man approached the young man who was imagining the emblem of the family that would one day make him the founder..
It was Angus, a middle-aged soldier with scars and scars on his face. He was Count Tristan's senior commander and was actually in charge of this expedition..
Angus, who passed the knights' curtain with careful steps, opened his mouth as soon as he bowed to the young man..
“Confucius, did you give the order to attack??”
“Yes.”
“……Starting a siege as soon as you finish your march is not a good choice. Soldiers need rest, saboteurs need time..”
“Why waste time taking over such a small territory??”
Doyle Mullen, Count Tristan's second son, spoke with a slurred pronunciation due to missing teeth..
“If we just take down the gate and fence, they will quickly surrender. Don't talk nonsense, attack me right away..”
“At this distance, the saboteurs' spells will not reach the fence. I need time to draw a magic circle.”
When standing on a magic circle, especially a magic circle that amplifies the range of spells, the saboteur becomes a siege weapon..
‘Powerful spells such as 'Spear of Power' or 'Sphere of Destruction' can be fired farther and more accurately than arrows fired from a longbow..
Doyle knew that well, but he looked down at the middle-aged commander and firmly shook his head..
“No, there is no need to waste time. I'll drop Longville before the sun sets.”
“Confucius.”
“Talokan, an ancient master, said that if your sword is short, you can take one step forward. If the range is insufficient, just advance to where the spell can reach.” At Doyle's words, the surrounding knights said, 'That's right!' and 'That's my favorite horse!' A voice like this burst out.
When Doyle raised his hand proudly, the knights smiled and cheered. Looking at that scene, Angus sighed inwardly..
‘……you stupid bastards.’
He persuaded Doyle, trying hard to suppress his feverish anger..
“Without a magic circle, saboteurs can only attack enemies in front of them..”
“It's just around the corner. That's a gross exaggeration..”
“Destroyers are wizards, not soldiers. The Count will be furious if he finds out that we marched them all the way to the fence..”
“I'll take responsibility, so don't talk nonsense and lead the army, Senior Commander Angus..”
Before Angus could answer, Doyle looked back at the knights and raised his voice..
“Get your sutras ready too. A glorious battle awaits us!”
cheers again.
At this moment, Angus missed one person desperately..
‘The young bastards are full of publicity. If Lord Esselda had been there, this wouldn't have happened..’
Esselda is a knight of skill and reputation and a commander with abundant experience. If she had been there, the young knights wouldn't have been able to make a sound, and Doyle wouldn't have been able to be so dogmatic.…….
Angus let out a small sigh and began leading the officers. No, I was trying to stand..
“Uh, there-”
He made a threatening noise and pointed towards Longville. Not only Angus and the officers, but also Doyle and the knights turned their heads in that direction..
From the wide open gates of Longville, Pilma Dangi rushed out..
As the sun was setting, the grassland between Longville and the army was dyed red. Thanks to this, the blue cloak of the horseman running from afar also seemed to burn magenta..
A war horse that runs as if folding the ground, a majestic physique, and shining plate armor.…….
It was a knight.
u......o ugh9”
The knight in the blue cloak ran about fifty paces ahead of the army and pulled on the reins. At the same time as the war horse lifted its front paw and swung roughly, the knight shouted..
“there-!”
The knight must have taken off his helmet, so his manly face was clearly visible. Thanks to this, his voice rang loudly without any obstruction..
“Count Tristan's second son, Prince Doyle, please come out if you are there.!”
The knight was proud.
The sight of him standing alone in front of an army of 1,000 people, puffing out his chest and shouting was enough to ignite a fire in the hearts of young knights..
While Doyle was watching the knight closely, one of the knights stepped forward and shouted at him..
“How rude! Who are you who dare to invite Confucius?!”
The knight in the blue cloak smiled slightly and introduced himself while stroking his handsomely grown mustache..
“His Highness Prince Ulkar Lionelson of Zeore, protector of the kingdom and great warrior of all the weak, and his knight, Langbold Earl Shore.!”
“……Langbolt, Earl Shore? Langbolt Go?”
While the young knight was mumbling absently, a murmur spread through the crowd..
Many words flowed from mouth to mouth, including Ulkar, the Silver Prince, Blue Cloak, Langbolt, Howling Waves, Knight of True Iron, and the greatest swordsman in the East..
Among the thousand soldiers, there was hardly one who had heard the name Langbold or his nickname for the first time. The murmur grew louder and died down only when the officers and non-commissioned officers started shouting..
The knight who came forward was embarrassed for a moment, but quickly recovered his composure and asked Langbolt..
“Yes, Sir Langbolt! Why are you looking for Confucius in Japan?！”
“I have a suggestion for Prince Doil.!”
“proposal? what is that!”
“I heard from my dear comrade, Lord Phoenics, that Confucius insulted my lord.!”
The crowd's attention focused on Doyle..
«......eww ”
......”53 A horse without feet travels a thousand miles, and the duel between Eselda and Phoenics had already spread not only to the crowd but also to Multingham. It was also well known that the duel started with an insult that Doyle uttered to Phoenics..
As Doyle remained silent, the young knight who glanced sideways at him spoke instead..
“So, what are you going to do? Are you saying you want to duel with Confucius?!”
“I have no intention of holding back on insults. “I heard you paid some price to Lord Phoenics.” Seeing Langbolt spinning around while saying that made him very angry, but Doyle just stood there silently..
“It is a shame that he forgave those who insulted his lord with a few slaps, but since Lord Poynix is so merciful, we must understand.!”
Doyle, who was on the brink of death after a few slaps, shook his hand holding the reins and suddenly screamed..
“You have a long tongue. It doesn't live up to its reputation.!”
“You are the Prince of Japan?”
“exactly! If you don't want to become a target of arrows, hurry up and tell me your business.!”
Langbolt nodded with a smile..
“My suggestion is simple! I have asked Lord Phoenics for his understanding, and will deduct a slap that the prince did not receive. Please take your army and withdraw immediately.!”
“Ha, bullshit.!”
Doyle burst out laughing, his face turned red and he cursed..
“Did you think you could defeat your father's army with such a childish suggestion? Stop talking bullshit and get out of there.!”
“Huh - your language is irreverent, Confucius! How can you dismiss the idea of paying the price for delay as nonsense?!”
Langbolt, with a stern look on his face, shouted..
“If you cannot defeat the army, come forward and show your face! On behalf of Lord Phoenix, I will make Confucius pay the price he was unable to pay.!”
“Oh, that crazy guy!”
When told to slap him in front of the Ilcheon army and Longville, not only Doyle but also the knights around him vented their anger. Because it was a shameful offer that a nobleman could not dare to accept..
Suddenly, a sturdy knight appeared in front of Doyle, who was grinding his teeth..
“Confucius! I will show that shameless person an example.!”
“Lord Monad.”
The knight in front was one of Multingham's young knights competing for supremacy. Doyle looked at the monad and shook his head with a groan..
“No, that won't happen. It is foolish to listen to a madman..”
“Hey Confucius! Langboldt's lord over there is the Silver Prince, Your Excellency's enemy! Moreover, not long ago, Sir Esselda suffered humiliation when she was defeated by a bloody swordsman.!”
Doyle quietly frowned at that booming voice. Knight Monad raised his voice as if cheering..
“The author is the greatest knight even under the Prince of Silver, so now is the opportunity to atone for the shame of His Excellency the Count.!”
Doyle, who had a thousand dollars inside, thought, 'What if you lose too?' I wanted to shoot back, but I didn't dare open my mouth. At that time, Commander Angus suddenly opened his mouth..
“Sir Monad is right..”
“……what?”
“I am not a knight, but I know what honor is. I wouldn't know it if he hadn't been provoked, but that ruthless person dared to insult Confucius with nonsense, and this cannot be overlooked..”
As the knights responded to those words, Doyle looked down at Angus. Then I ended up nodding my head..
“……Good. Please have your way, Lord Monad..”
“Yes, Confucius.!”
Monad, with a smile on his face, put on his full helm. Then he took the long jousting spear from the squire and struck the reins straight away..
“Yes, this guy, Langbolt.!”
Monad, who came to the front of the army, pointed the tip of his spear at Langbolt and shouted..
“I am Knight Monad, knight of Count Tristan, master of Marva and Vitian, and heir to the Balpur family! I'll make you pay for using your tongue carelessly.!”
“Hmm?”
Despite his declaration, when Langbold crossed his arms and smoothed his mustache, Monad screamed and kicked his spurs. The brisk brown warrior quickly increased its speed and narrowed the distance..
Doo doo doo doo-!
Langbolt, who was looking at the Monad's charge without even drawing his weapon, belatedly turned on the reins and ran forward..
“Wow!”
Just before Monad's jousting spear exploded into Langbolt's chest with a loud roar..
visor!
There was a flash of black light..
Among the more than a thousand soldiers, not a single one knew what happened at that moment. Not only Doyle but also the knights were unable to properly capture Langbolt's movements..
fighting, fighting.
By the time the brown warhorse slowed down, Monad fell off the horse, stiff as a piece of wood. Monad, badly placed on the ground, only bleeds through the T-shaped groove in the full helm.
Didn't budge.
Wow-!
While cheers erupted from Longville in the distance, Count Tristan's army fell silent, as if cold water had been poured on it..
“ruler.”
Langbolt suddenly held a knife in his right hand. It was a sword much narrower than an ordinary long sword..
After shaking off the blood with a light swing of his sword, Langbolt looked back at the army from a much closer distance than before..
“Is there a next challenger??”
Looking back at the silent army, Sir Langbold smoothed his mustache..
“Wow. Use it correctly.”
As the bundle between the battlements let out an exclamation, Ellen, who was standing next to her, asked with a doubtful expression..
“……I did see something?”
“yes. Like this, like this-”
He stretched his waist and arms upward, pretending to pull out a knife. Ellen frowned as she assumed an odd posture with flexible body movements and elongated limbs..
“What are you doing, that?”
“……That's it, it's like a knife..”
I smiled brightly at the sight of the bundle being thrown around..
“The bundle has good eyes. I saw it exactly.”
“Hehe.”
Ellen watched quietly as the bundle wriggled around, enjoying my touch..
When his gaze soon turned towards me, I shrugged my shoulders and explained..
“Just before Ki-chang (W槍) stabbed me in the chest, I pulled out my sword and pushed up the spear pole with the cross bar. At the same time, he laid down the blade and stabbed his eye..”
It's easy to say, but it was a crazy move that went beyond common sense. The spear on which the weight of the horse and rider rested was removed, and the sword was inserted into the groove of the helmet a finger-width wide..
“ aha.”
However, Ellen nodded slightly and turned her head as if she was not very interested in that..
At that moment, Sir Langbolt was riding his horse this way..
“kill it-!”
The faint shouting heard from far away is, um, Doyle's voice..
The enemies seemed to have decided to throw away all chivalry and customs, and fired arrows at Sir Langbolt..
“archer, ready-!”
At the shout of the training leader, Chester, the archers standing at the gatehouse and the wooden fence fired arrows in protest. Ellen also looked at her enemies with shining eyes..
Sir Langbolt, running away from the rain of arrows, was pulling his cloak and swinging it like a windmill..
The arrows that occasionally struck were caught in the thick cloak or bounced off the plate armor and barding. That cloak was a magic tool?
“ha ha ha-!”
And, Lord Langbolt was laughing amidst the chaos..
……I felt it before when I fought the Underlord, but I feel like my brain is soaked in adrenaline..
A few knights came running out from the other side, but they turned their horses before they came within range of our archers. Unlike Sir Langbolt, they seem to be knights of sound mind..
Longville's soldiers greeted Sir Langbolt with thunderous cheers as he entered the gate..
While our side was gaining momentum, the enemy, who looked like they were going to attack at any moment, retreated far away and began setting up their tents..
So, the night was deep.
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