Chapter 48
My Villains Episode 048
13. army of young lions(3)
“Hey poi!”
While I was watching the magic bandits retreating, I heard a familiar voice..
“Ellen? I'm not hurt anywhere?”
“I told you clearly, but you said it on your own again-”
The guy who was wheezing for some reason looked around and swallowed his words..
Behind Ellen, who ran at a brisk pace, Mr. Luke and Arnal also appeared. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any injuries..
Ellen, who was letting off her anger with a sigh, looked at my condition and stuttered with a white face..
“-You, are you okay??”
What might have surprised him was that I had been stabbed with a spear and hit with an arrow, leaving me completely injured. It didn't look strange even if he collapsed right away, but thanks to his tough vitality, he was still able to hold on..
‘I swallowed the words 'Are you okay?' and broke the arrow shaft stuck in my thigh and stopped Ellen who was trying to take out the potion..
“Okay, that's enough. It's not enough to kill me.”
“still,”
“That's it. What about Grania? I didn't see Grania.?”
As I looked around and asked, a man next to me took off his helmet and burst into laughter..
“Ha, you are a friend with great camaraderie. “The injured mercenary will have been taken to the priest’s tent, so don’t worry.” It was the same driver who had just given me a ride..
I bowed my head, recalling the gold-clad knight calling his name..
“Thank you, Lord Randell. Thanks to you, I survived.”
Lord Randel tilted his head for a moment and then smiled bitterly..
“I guess I misunderstood something. I am not a knight. I'm just a soldier.”
“•••yes?”
A soldier, not a knight, is heavily armed with plate armor and rides a horse.?
When I showed signs of not understanding, Lord Randel, or rather, Mr. Landel, frowned as if it was strange..
“I thought it was a mercenary with a knife, but I guess I've never seen a knight before.?”
“Uh, that's it-”
“Well, that's not what's important right now. Everyone follow me. The lord will find you.”
After saying that, Mr. Randel handed the reins to his colleague and walked away. Then Arnal, who had been standing quietly, quickly came up to me and wrapped his left arm around my shoulder..
“ are you okay?”
“Ugh, I can walk alone.”
“That sounds stupid. Then the scars spread again.”
Arnal, perhaps aware of Ellen's glance in this direction, whispered quietly..
“thank you.”
“what.”
“Grania. “Thank you for not throwing me away.” “Thank you. I did the obvious thing..”
“•••You make unfamiliar sounds so naturally..”
While looking at his surroundings from the corner of his eye while being supported, not sure if it was a shoulder or an armrest, Arnal opened his mouth with a grin..
“The knights are over there.”
“huh? Then these people……
“It must be a family disease of noblemen or something like that..”
The six heavy cavalrymen, excluding Mr. Landel, were leading their horses to the stables and putting on the reins..
They were all wearing similar armor, with chain armor made up of several iron plates attached together..
There were a total of six knights who appeared to be knights, and they were especially noticeable because they were wearing colorful capes or had emblems engraved on their shields..
Upon closer inspection, I noticed that, unlike the heavy cavalry, each one was wearing unique and stylish plate armor..
Ankir, who wielded a two-handed sword, and the blue cloak, who showed off his tough thrusts, were indeed knights..
They entrusted their barded horses to other heavy cavalry or other subordinates and were heading toward the barracks in the center of the garrison..
While looking at the knights' armor, golden hair suddenly appeared from the right..
“Poi, look over there..”
“huh? what?”
Ellen gestured at the flag fluttering next to her..
It was a flag with the emblem of the golden lion engraved on it..
“There must be royalty here.” Only then did I remember the name of this place..
‘Prince's Garrison’.
Contrary to the name, you cannot meet the prince here in the game..
This is because when the player arrived at the garrison, the prince was away..
So, it was ‘Arrogant Lord Lyam’ who received the castle lord’s letter from the player..
Wait, now that I think about it-
This place was hundreds of kilometers away from the capital. It would be very rare for a noble royal to lead an army this far away..
No, it's not rare... As far as I know, there was only one prince who would have been in this situation..
I wasn't sure because I didn't read the script. But if my guess is correct, the owner of this garrison is-
“Take out your weapon.”
The soldier guarding the barracks gave a firm order. My group and I obediently disarmed and entered the large tent. The tent was filled with about fifteen men..
There were seven knights wearing plate armor, two wizards wearing robes, a priest with a true cross attached to his neck, three soldiers wearing wide plate-like helmets, and two neatly dressed servants..
I looked around the tent again, but there was no one dressed 'proudly'..
Seeing me looking around, a knight raised his headgear and asked in a loud voice:.
““What are you looking for, friend?” He was a large knight who wielded a two-handed sword. At first glance, it seemed like he was about half a span taller than me, and his body was spread out considerably from the side..
He had a messy beard and his face was full of scars, giving him a very fierce look..
I thought for a moment and answered.
“I was looking for the owner of this tent, Lord Ankir..”
Lord Ankir burst out laughing at my answer, and Arnal muttered with wide eyes..
“Ankir? 'The Giant' Ankir?”
“okay. I am the ‘giant’ Ankir..”
Arnal's face turned white at Lord Ankir's laughing voice..
“Well... Please forgive my rudeness, sir..”
“Tell me the reason why you were chased by magic bandits, mercenary girl. Depending on your answer, I will decide whether to forgive you or not..”
There was a faint anticipation in Lord Ankir's eyes as he asked that question..
Not befitting his dirty appearance, he had large, clear eyes like those of a cow..
“We are messengers from South Harbor..”
“messenger?”
“yes. I brought you a letter from the Lord of Seong..”
In response to my answer, the knight wearing a blue cloak raised his headgear..
“Count Saban knows we're here.?”
“I don't know their exact identity, but I assume they are reinforcements sent by a nearby lord, Lord Langbolt..”
“•••know me?”
The knight with a stocky physique and a stylish mustache was Langbold Earl Shore, nicknamed 'Roaring Wave', or rather, 'Yelling Wave'..
Like Ankir, I remembered him thanks to his impressive performance in the game..
“I had heard rumors about Lord Langbolt, so I guessed it..”
“It's a rumor.”
“I heard that you are a very good dancer..”
Sir Langbolt, who had a shocked expression on his face, soon smoothed his mustache and asked a question..
“•••Then do you know who the owner of this camp is??”
“I'm just guessing..”
The atmosphere in the tent became cold at my answer..
•••what? Did I make a mistake??
While I was inwardly confused, a knight with a colorful feather decoration on his helmet pulled out his sword..
visor!
“He is indeed a suspicious person! What are they doing? Hurry up and don't trap him.!”
What kind of bullshit is this? I'm so embarrassed that I can't even speak..
But fortunately, the other knights did not move at all, with their arms crossed or their wrists resting on their pummels..
After hearing the shouts, the soldiers stormed into the tent, but a young voice stopped them..
“no. There's no need for that..”
“One, my lord.-”
“Stop it, Sir Lyam. I wonder if my brother would have sent someone all the way to Saban..”
“…Okay. Let it be done as you wish..”
The person who came forward to dissuade the knight was wearing armor decorated with gold. It was the same knight who fired his arrow at a hundred people..
He looked back at me with his lion-faced helmet on..
“what's your name?”
“This is Poynix..”
Upon closer inspection, the gold decorations on the shoulders and chest resembled the mane of a lion. It was an incomparably extravagant outfit compared to other knights..
“It's phoenix. What is your last name??”
“last name-”
Phoenix was either the bastard son of a nobleman or a descendant of a fallen nobleman. So it was natural to have a last name.….
“•••doesn't exist.”
•••Is there any way I can remember.
“Hmm. So, you’re saying he’s just a mercenary?‘?”
“yes.”
Dark blue eyes twinkled through a small gap in the faceplate..
“It's a strange thing. It's a mere mercenary topic that deals with blood magic..”
“The workmanship is also unusual. He cut down several cavalrymen..”
“Well, I was lucky..”
The knight wearing armor imitating a golden lion burst into laughter and turned his head to the other knights..
“What do you think, Lord Ankir? If you are a wonder, how many magic enemies can you kill without riding a horse??”
Then Ankir knocked on his breastplate and
shouted.
“Don't you know my skills, my lord? It's no problem for bastards like me even if a hundred people come.!”
“Haha, I thought you would answer like that. What about Lord Langbolt??”
After receiving the question, Langbold touched his mustache and shrugged his shoulders..
“It will vary depending on the terrain and momentum. However, in general cases, you can easily cut down to six or nine times..”
“Six or seven. Is that what Gyeongdo, a famous prosecutor in the East, is like?.”
The gold-adorned knight turned his gaze towards me again. When I felt eyes scanning, I kept my mouth shut..
There was a moment of silence, and the driver shrugged his shoulders..
“There would be no idiot in the world who would use such a talented person as a ganja or assassin. Isn't that right, Sir Lyam??”
“•••You are right, my lord..”
“Okay then… Answer me, mercenary Phoenix. I have an idea who the owner of this place is.?”
Damn, how should I answer this?.
I hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened my mouth due to the anticipation in the driver's gaze..
“Yes, Your Royal Highness..”
“…haha!”
The knight burst out laughing at my answer and immediately took off his helmet. Shiny silver feet poured down my neck like a waterfall..
The knight was indeed a man with a beautiful appearance..
A solid physique that matches an upright posture, long hair that falls down to the chest, long and straight eyebrows, thin but deep eyes, a sharp and tall nose bridge, and a red lip that contrasts with the white skin, so he looks middle-sex at first glance. The impression created a mysterious atmosphere..
chin
I stumbled and got down on one knee..
I was roughly imitating what I saw in the movie, but seeing as the other party members also knelt down, I guess it was wrong etiquette..
Looking down at the group, the prince in his mid-twenties smiled beautifully..
“Nice to meet you, messengers of South Harbor.” The low voice seemed to become much clearer after taking off the helmet..
When I suddenly look up, my gold mane has lost its shine thanks to being covered in blood and dust..
However, the long silver hair that rested on top of the breastplate was shining dazzlingly in the torchlight..
“I am Ulkar, the third son of His Majesty La Ionel III, King of Milan..”
A majestic warrior, bravery leading his knights, a strangely beautiful appearance and a pleasant voice - Prince Ulkar was a man who could steal your heart even if you were seeing him for the first time..
In front of that strange charm, my body stiffened with vigilance..
It was not because of high status. It wasn't because of the knights surrounding me, or because of the pain coming from where the arrow hit..
I opened my mouth, trying not to look awkward..
“3It is an honor to meet you, His Royal Highness..”
Saying that, I bowed my head to the boss of the sixth chapter..
“Lift your head up. There are many stories I want to hear.”
As he said that, the man smiled brightly, like something out of a fairy tale book..
He was a man who would later be called the ‘King of Slaughter’..
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