Chapter 397
My Villains Episode 397
63. The Silver Prince's Knights(4)
The Abiden region of the Kingdom of Milan was famous for its diverse topography..
There was a wide sea to the southwest, steep mountain ranges to the north, and rivers and plains to the east. It was rich in products and was also a center of trade..
It was here, the port of Auduenne, that functioned as the center of inter-Korean trade..
2As we entered the latter part of the month, the port welcomed a sea breeze with a gentle salt air instead of a cold wind scraping the slope. The sea breeze, which still felt chilly, shook the early blooming rape flowers..
The indigo coast, a dock full of ships, a prosperous city, and a field of yellow flowers created a very convincing gradation..
Near the hill, a step away from the scenery, I stood face to face with a man with a handsome mustache..
The man held a billowing blue satin cloak tightly around his left hand and held up an awl-like sharp sword with his right hand..
silent gaze.
Those eyes were sharper and cooler than the tip of a knife aimed between the eyes. I unconsciously smiled and held the ‘black ice’..
At that moment, the man, ‘Screaming Wave’ Langbold Ershor, threw himself away..
Snap!
Before I even felt the sting, drops of blood spattered. A darting, or to put it a bit exaggeratedly, stab as fast as a bullet grazed the shell of my ear..
7It took less than half that time, let alone one second, for the meter gap to be erased. Truly a sword strike worthy of the greatest knight in the East.…….
Of course, I had no intention of just sitting there admiring it. He held the middle of the rapier's blade with his left hand and slashed at the black ice..
whilick!
Sir Langbolt retrieved the blade with as quick a movement as he stabbed. At the same time, I took a step to the left as if turning..
A black trail emitting cold air was bent at a right angle in the air..
The black ice was quite heavy for a one-handed sword, but to me, who possessed the strength of a giant, it was no different from a whip. If you give up a little precision, it wasn't that difficult to perform a slash that defies inertia..
Whoosh!
As if trying to rip off the shadow, the rapier flew in at dizzying speed. I gently twisted my wrist. A counterattack was swept away by the black and cold Japanese invasion..
Kaang!
Following a sharp clanging sound, the tip of the sword grazed Lord Langbolt's chin. The spreading blood drop instantly froze and formed a small ice sculpture..
Before the dark red ice pieces could fly, the cutting blade stopped and switched to stabbing. Sir Langbolt tilted his upper body and lifted the rapier..
Caen!
The loud sound of metal erupted again. Sir Langbolt's rapier and my black ice met tightly..
Crack, crack, crack.-
A confrontation of pushing and pulling, scraping each other's blades, continued. It is wrestling with a sword..
It may be an arrogant thought, but there were less than ten swordsmen in all of Middle-earth who could engage in a confrontation like this with me..
In other words, I had almost no experience with sword wrestling in real life. Technology aside, this is because there were only a small number of opponents with the minimum strength to establish a confrontation..
kacang!
Sir Langbolt roughly crushed the black ice with his sturdy vambrace. At the same time, he raised the awl-like blade using the interlocking cross bars as leverage..
Sasak-
“nice ”
A few eyelashes were cut off by the tip of the rapier. It feels like my eyeballs are going to get pierced at any moment. I gritted my teeth to keep from closing my eyes..
If I were to evaluate it calmly, I was much stronger in strength, but my opponent was slightly better in technique. And in the case of fighting swords, the role of technique is much greater if it can be compared with physical strength, so Sir Langbolt had a significant advantage over me..
“Phew, Phew.-”
A tense confrontation continues, and it quickly becomes difficult to breathe..
Sir Langbolt seemed determined to maintain this situation and drain my stamina..
If you tried to retreat, it thrust its rapier towards you, pressing down on the black ice, and if you pushed back, it walked towards you, wrapping its magic cloak around the blade. When I tried to reach out and grab my uvula or break my wrist, he twisted the interlocking swords this way and that to block my actions..
“Mr. Geese-”
I swallowed the curses that were about to come out without me knowing and took a deep breath..
‘Keep your fingertips firm, your waist flexible, and your legs diligent. But the most important thing is a firm heart and a cool head..’
When I think of Utequai's words, my forehead seems to cool a little..
I took a moment to catch my breath and suddenly shook my head..
Crackling!
“hmm!”
As he opened his mouth and bit into the middle of the rapier, Sir Langbolt quickly twisted his wrist in embarrassment. Several canines and premolars were broken by the rattling blade, and the corners of the mouth were torn to some extent..
Even in the midst of pain, I stretched out my hand toward the other person’s chest..
“this,”
Does he know that he is no match for me in a dog fight that involves rolling on the ground? In the end, he gave up on the rapier and walked away..
visor!
He dropped the rapier as if spitting it out and charged at Sir Langbolt, who had drawn a short sword slightly longer than the palm of his hand..
Huwag.'
Sir Langbolt took off his shoulder straps and threw away his cloak like a net..
I swung the black ice, but the enchanted blue cloak was so tough that it was difficult to understand, so rather than being cut, it only got wrapped around the blade..
“Damn it-”
While he was throwing away his cloak, Sir Langbolt, holding his shortsword backwards, flew forward like a leopard..
“Hueup,”
I took a deep breath. Perhaps because the intense battle has strained one's senses, the world slows down for a moment..
Even with the scene playing at low speed, Sir Langboldt got closer quite quickly..
But 'pretty fast' wasn't enough to threaten me..
up.
‘The ‘Death King’s scale handcuffs’ held the small sword. A few of the scales were broken by the sharp blade of the short sword, probably because it was a magical object like a blue cloak or rapier. Because the gloves are synchronized with my body, I feel a sharp pain. It'll take a few days to repair that damage..
Just a little thought.
I pulled the blade of the short sword and at the same time pulled my right foot back and turned half a turn. Lord Langbolt quickly raised his arm, but my elbow pushed off the guard and stuck in his temple..
Wow!
“Phew.”
In a short exhalation, the world that had slowed down for a breath accelerated again..
“ o
Lord Langbolt took a step back three or four steps and then fell on his butt..
“lily!”
As the frightened squire ran towards him, Sir Langbolt waved his hand even though his eyes were half-opened..
“I'm done. It's okay.”
Seeing his tongue twisted as if he was drunk, the servant hurriedly took out the potion. While Lord Langbolt took the vial and took a swig, I put the knife in and spat. Several broken pieces of teeth came out mixed together..
Oh, my jaw hurts. I'm going to have a hard time with this for a week.…….
“Did I lose again?.”
Sir Langbolt, who had finally regained his focus, stood up with the help of his squire and clicked his tongue..
“Until recently, I was able to do it to some extent, but now I can't compete with it..”
“It's not that much..”
“Trembling with humility.”
To be honest, I'm quite embarrassed right now..
I was proud of myself that I had shown rapid growth 'befitting a hero' by going through all kinds of adventures and even a major war, and I felt that Sir Langbolt had also become incredibly strong..
Name: me
level : 36
Class: Blood Knight
Abilities: Remaining Bonuses - 1
Strength - 35 (80) Dexterity - 32(68)
Health - 33(72) Horsepower - 27(51)
skill :
Blood Blade 7pt, Plunder 5pt,
Blood whip 3pt, Blood shield 5pt, Iron armor lpt
6pt flowing blood, 5pt hot blood, 2pt boiling blood,
Legendary bloodline 3pt
Thirst 5pt, Blood Thirst 2pt, Red Grasp 3pt, Blood Purple 2pt
The last time I sparred with Sir Langbolt was in Longville. Am I level 22?
23When I was at the level.
Compared to then, I have risen more than 10 levels, but the difference in skill between me and Lord Langbolt seems to have remained the same or even decreased. Is it because I didn't use blood magic?.
“I thought I had become stronger after overcoming a series of recent trials, but it seems I still have a long way to go..”
Well, Sir Langbolt must have gained just as much experience as me. I heard that he stayed by Prince Ulkar's side as he jumped into all sorts of uprisings, and later headed to his hometown in the east, where he plotted all sorts of things. At home, he had a hard time dealing with pirates from the east.…….
Actually, when I think back to the experiences of my subordinates, Sir Langbolt's rapid growth was not that surprising..
It took less than a year for Fritz, who was a skilled warrior in his own right, to develop skills comparable to those of a knight, for Donell, who was just a deserter, to become a skilled mercenary, and for Gollman, an ordinary country boy, to be reborn as a proud warrior..
Things like this couldn't just happen around me, so the remarkable increase in skill against Lord Langbolt was understandable..
As I organized my thoughts, I touched my jaw, which was sore from holding the rapier in my mouth, and then shrugged my shoulders..
“……How are you feeling at ease??”
“well? Isn’t this enough??”
“If so, you're lucky..”
Lord Langbolt, who reunited after nearly half a year, immediately took out his sword. Now that I found out my true identity too late, I can't stay silent even if it's for the sake of my grandfather's grudge..
“Almost 60 years have passed. And I am not Father Joe, and you are not Admiral Oleg or Duke Buheil..”
“……Well, of course.”
Admiral Oleg is a man who lost his left index finger during a duel with a nameless knight, and Duke Buheil is a man who used this as an excuse to start a war and kill Count Baton..
In addition, Admiral Oleg was the grandfather of Phoenix and the commander and father of the Iron Scale Fleet, the Duke of Buhail was the grandfather of Hayla and the head of the twin royal family and ruler of Eyland, and the Count of Baton was the grandfather of Lord Langbold and the ruler of the Southern Shore. He was a high lord..
“You can't abandon your loyalty to your comrades because of old favors. Dancing like this is enough..”
Even while mentioning the 'Geojiji War' in which most of the family's territory was burned down, his tone was not that serious..
As the second son of a great lord who rules the southeastern coast of the kingdom, perhaps he learned from a young age that there was no benefit in revealing his resentment toward Eyland..
In the end, the discomfort was entirely mine..
“Anyway, welcome to Auduenne..”
“Thank you so much for welcoming me so quickly..”
“Hehe… … . I have received your letter. My lord has made up his mind.?”
“Ah, yes.”
Lord Langbolt glanced behind me..
Dozens of large and small tents decorated with colorful strips or cloth formed a military camp at the bottom of a gentle hill. It was a military camp of the Nude people who settled on the outskirts because they could not enter the port city..
In front of him, heavily armed Hareskis were watching Ershor's soldiers who had followed Sir Langbolt. It's a gaze that's close to glaring..
Meanwhile, the leader of the Nudein tribe, including Hareskis, was sitting with his back against a nearby ash tree, flopping his crossed legs loosely..
Atalanta, also known as 'Aran Hares', showing off her elongated figure in thin, narrow cotton pants, was looking at Lord Langbolt with amber eyes. It wasn't hostile, but the look in his eyes made me feel a bit uncomfortable..
Lord Langbolt also looked at her, smoothing the ends of his mustache. For a moment, I looked at my other companions and said with a sigh..
“This is everything?”
“Yeah, whatever. High Castle is not in a very relaxed situation either..”
“I see.……
Master Bran and his men, Antrum's mage Ogshlizo, Master Epoz, Ulkar's two soldiers, and even a bundle..
These were the only nine I brought back from High Castle..
“In the end, does the success or failure of the matter depend on the Steel Fleet and the Nu Dane?.”
“Thank you for saying that. My shoulders were really heavy..”
Lord Langbolt laughed silently and patted the dust off his buttocks and thighs..
“Where to stay? I plan on staying here‘?”
“yes. I don't think it's a good idea to enter the city anyway.……
“It'll be okay to get on my ship..”
“no way. You're going to suffer from seasickness for a while, so is there any need to suffer already?.”
“……That's right.”
“Speaking of which, how about staying here too? You should rest well before departure..”
He shook his head with a smile..
“It's okay. I don't feel any difference whether it's water or land..”
As soon as Sir Langbolt finished speaking, Atalanta let out a loud sigh of relief, as if to make him listen..
When I narrowed my eyes and turned around, she smiled and pursed her lips. 'Why?' And.
Just as I was about to say something, Lord Langbolt finished his greeting..
“Well then, I will deliver the news to Auduenne. Maybe tonight or… … We'll be able to make a place by lunch tomorrow at the latest..”
“Okay, Sir. Please.”
“Hehe, what is your request? I just received an order from my lord..”
After a light handshake, Sir Langboldt led his men and left..
As I looked at his cloaked back, I remembered the conversation I had with Prince Ulkar two weeks ago in the inner walls of High Castle..
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