Chapter 108
Clatter rattle rattle·
The sound made every time the mule’s hoof touched the ground echoed softly through the quiet forest path.
However unlike the slow steps the mule-led cart went through the road full of gravel and tree roots without resistance.
Watching a mule walking without getting tired even though it walked a distance of 20 km without stopping while pulling a cart with a lot of luggage it was easy to understand why ancient merchants used mules so favorably.
Meanwhile…
“-Stop~ I’ll rest here!”
“Stop!”
“Give water to the mule…”
“So that the soldiers can finish their meals quickly…”
The mule also stopped his steps in response to the shouts of the dreadlocked men leading the procession.
Then one day…
“Ugh kill me…”
“Radish water…! “Please give me some water…”
“Keueuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
However surprisingly the extremely quiet forest path was overflowing with people’s screams.
It was only because people were made to wear muzzles that would be worn on animals that the sound was cut off…
But would these subtle murmurs be bothersome?
“These guys!!”
Poop poop poop!
A tough-looking man or rather one of the escorts had a disgusted expression on his face and beat those who made a groaning sound with a stick.
The club was so big that if you hit it wrong it wouldn’t be surprising if someone became paralyzed but the escort didn’t care about that.
rather·
“asleep! “Die you criminals!”
I didn’t hesitate to hit them with all my might…
“Keuuuuuuu!”
“Ahh! “Save me!”
Those who are currently being beaten may seem like helpless poor people but the young men and frail old people who are complaining of pain are all people who have committed heinous crimes.
In the case of the young man he was a person who broke up more than ten families through fraud on more than a dozen occasions and in the case of the elderly man he was a rapist.
And that touched a child much younger than me…
So we shouldn’t feel sorry for them…
[Criminals have no human rights and if they make someone shed tears of blood let them bleed all over their body.]
This cannot be anything other than an absolute rule enunciated by the great Knight King the founding king of Pendragon.
Criminals regardless of age gender or status must be made aware that they are criminals for whom even breathing is a waste.
but····
“Hey newbie it doesn’t matter if they die or not but don’t beat them over there.”
“Why? Even so he’s just a criminal…”
“···The way you ask questions to your superiors shows a lot of temperament… Ah in this case is it a passionate grade?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Why did I do something so sorry… It’s okay… Rather to answer the curiosity of our passionate newbies the people over there are the ones who will go to the ‘underground’…”
“If it’s a tunnel then…”
At the word tunnel the convoy made a pitiful expression.
Because I know that most people who go to the tunnel are people who are dragged in a bit unreasonably unlike the trash that doesn’t even care to breathe.
“Don’t pity me… They are all soldiers or knights who killed our soldiers during the war… There are probably some farmers who revolted against the rotten nobles…”
“····”
“…If you do this job you will meet a lot of different people… So don’t be too emotional… You will get tired quickly…”
“···Yes·”
However it was clearly visible on the outside that the newcomer was still immature in controlling his emotions.
The person who appeared to be his superior laughed bitterly saying he knew that would happen.
However he recalled his memories and said that he had experienced something like that when he was a new recruit and for a moment he looked at the criminals who were about to go to the tunnel.
I didn’t look at him with various emotions like a newbie…
‘···Hmm I heard there would be knights and masters from noble families among the targets of this convoy are they those?’
I paid attention because I heard that there was going to be a pretty big guy involved…
And there…
‘Wow those two are really bloody? They’re completely human weapons… Are all knights like that?’
Most of the criminals were wearing only pants with their tops uncovered.
It could be seen as a precaution against hiding the blade.
Maybe that’s why my eyes immediately went to…
“···!!”
He gasped…
‘I’m crazy… how can that be a human body!’
I see a man who makes even the ferocious upper bodies of the two men I saw earlier seem slender.
There was something wild about that man that went beyond the bloody bodies of the two knights seen earlier…
Muscle. Is that really a muscle?
I wondered if it would be like that if I had a body made of tightly woven chains and I was even convinced that I would never be able to win just by looking at the muscles.
···No even if everyone here attacks me I won’t be able to handle it···
‘Are there all such monsters…’
Just looking at it is amazing and dizzying…
‘Hey I’m glad you were brought in calmly…’
Maybe a family member or acquaintance is being held hostage or maybe there’s some reason why they’re being so quiet…
If it weren’t for that there’s no way someone like him would be easily dragged in…
‘···It’s a good thing it’s Moore… Huh… Huh? But didn’t you say there were four knights?’
Since he was in charge of the convoy he had heard that out of the total 48 people going to the ‘tunnel’ 4 were knights.
But except for three people…
‘I don’t have anything in particular?’
Of course a knight should not judge race solely by body…
However from his perspective whose eyes had already grown high he could not see a very knight-like person and could only scratch the back of his head.
‘Did I hear wrong?’
···The convoy did not know···
The knight was beaten by four people among them Silver Hair…
No the young man who looks like a wild dog with dirty gray hair is also a knight…
And that knight Aren de Pendragon had a mesmerized expression…
‘···Why me?’
He was still unable to accept reality and looked at him with resentment…
The monster that dragged him to this hell four days ago…
‘The world’s most shameless…!’
“You should open your eyes nicely…”
“····”
“Because you can pull it out.”
“···My eyes are only looking ahead so I don’t know why you’re saying such scary things·”
“····”
“…I will keep my mouth shut…”
Aren’s timid rebellion was easily put to an end…
Because what was scarier than distant power was a close fist…
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“-You went on a splendid rampage.”
Sand falling with a patter·
No it’s full of things that used to be bricks…
“···I reflect on myself this time…”
“No matter what I have to reflect on myself after destroying the royal family’s property like this.”
A disaster caused by two men colliding…
Would you believe it if I told you that it took less than 5 minutes for about 20 iron bars to be completely destroyed?
however·
“But it’s a sight to behold…”
It seems that the fight was not equal and was one-sided…
His appearance was a mess·
Because it was full of bruises including bruises here and there…
If anyone had seen it they would have misunderstood that it had fallen down a hill.
However Lee Han grumbled saying that he would have been less injured if he had actually fallen on an uphill hill.
“I’m like this because I got beaten up a lot. Today that guy must have caught me and was just running wild.”
It was described as a clash but in reality Lee Han was beaten by Baltar.
No the expression “beaten up” is also nice…
“You know what? “These iron bars and bricks after that man overpowered me he grabbed my legs and swung them around randomly causing them to collapse… He was shaking me like a doll… I thought I was going to die.”
“····”
···Isn’t it more surprising that your body didn’t die after going that far?
Isis conveyed this meaning with her facial expressions but unfortunately Lee Han did not see it.
“Whew so you came here to ask me this? “I don’t have any money. I’d rather charge that guy. Since that guy destroyed everything.”
Lee Han was still staying in the collapsed prison.
There wasn’t even an iron bar to stop him but the bed the soldiers provided was so soft and cozy that he felt comfortable staying there and he knew that if he escaped he would only end up in trouble so it was as if he had been trapped on purpose.
So if he wanted to ask for money from a guy who even felt comfortable in prison he was the type of person who wanted to tell him that he got the wrong street number.
“…If I ask Sir Baltar for money all the knights in this country will make you my enemy so I don’t want to think of such a novel method of suicide…”
“···That guy was like that?”
“Hehe perhaps the only person who treats Sir Baltar as lightly as the guy next door is your younger brother. Do you think he is called a great hero for no reason?”
“It’s because I see you playing all the time.”
“Because he achieved ‘immortal achievements’ when he was young… Probably as long as he lives in this kingdom all knights will admire him… They will be the ones who grew up hearing about his achievements as if it were a fairy tale…”
There were no highs and lows in Isis’s calm voice and not even any emotion.
The tone was extremely noble as if Baltar was respected even as the heir to the kingdom…
‘Your relationship with your sister and uncle wasn’t very good I guess?’
Lee Han knows…
That’s being sarcastic about the other person…
There is a hint of irritated discomfort in her pitchless voice…
‘···Still the same…’
She hasn’t heard any details but the rumor going around in the Order is that there was a time about 25 years ago when she ‘asked’ Lord Baltar to support her.
At a time when people were still called ‘princess’ rather than princess or princess…
But what kind of nobleman is that nobleman?
Even when she was twenty she was a noblewoman with an immortal legend and she was famous as a loyal knight who decided to follow only the late king.
So the ending is obvious…
– Don’t bother me princess. Let’s play house alone.
···This is what he said·
And Lee Han could bet his hair that that was true…
If he were that guy he would definitely have said that without making a single mistake…
“Don’t worry about whether it’s the iron bars or the silver lion. Lord Baltar of the world will take care of it.”
“····”
“Don’t think you’re narrow-minded. Whether 20 or 50 years pass you can never forget the humiliation of that day.”
“···I don’t know what you’re talking about but are you really saying that you don’t have to take responsibility?”
Lee Han had no intention of getting involved in other people’s fights and his own work was more important.
Isis looked at her with a disgusted expression for a moment but it was him who went out shamelessly and she smoothed her frowning eyebrows as if she were disgusted…
“… If you know shame can you be held responsible? It’s shameful that the Knights were defeated by one person but they couldn’t handle it so they even called in reinforcements… Even the soldiers moved for petty reasons… They already had a justification. “Everything has been completely defeated both by force and by force. On the contrary if they do not realize their own negligence and defeat then… it would not be worth saving…”
“…You speak harshly once…”
“Because it is mixed with sincerity…”
“····”
“Do we really need a knighthood that has neither honor nor strength?”
“···Correction· You’re just a cruel person sister.”
Lee Han shook his head.
Meanwhile…
“Do you remember when I said there was something I wanted to request?”
“…I remember…”
“I want you to start now…”
“hmm····”
“Can you do that?”
“····”
Lee Han laughed bitterly·
She’s not just asking for words she’s asking for a favor…
‘Wow this is strong…’
When was it?
There was an incident where I drank tea from a white-haired butler.
Then the deacon said…
– The princess often refers to herself as ‘Yeo (余)’· However she does not say this simply to elevate herself· To borrow Lee Han-gyeong’s words it is a kind of mental management method·
– Who? Sister?
I thought my ears were wrong…
I wonder what kind of mental management method a person who is naturally arrogant needs…
He is a person who seems to have shouted ‘infant solemnity’ as soon as he was born…
However…
– Your heart is weaker than you think princess… But you feel at ease when you’re on the same side… Maybe that’s why you sometimes use the expression ‘I’ a lot in front of Lee Han-kyung… That’s really… I like seeing it…
-···I am very uncomfortable…
It was an explanation of a superman wearing a deacon’s mask not a deacon’s mask and Lee Han had to forcibly store that story in the memory of her brain.
The words of scary people were strangely memorable.
So Lee Han knows…
She humbles herself and says that what she says is not a command but a request.
‘Butler I feel burdened by this kind of trust and respect…’
-Hehe that’s how precious Lee Han-gyeong is to the princess.
Lee Han laughed bitterly at the voice of the butler that was automatically played.
···like that·
“···I was planning to listen to any request or anything as long as you solve my child’s problem properly so don’t worry·”
“Wow that’s truly the utmost sincerity for a disciple.”
“Rather do I have to do the request alone?”
“Hmm it would be easier if there were talented and trustworthy people. Are there any people you would like to take with you?”
“There are two: skilled and trustworthy.”
“I guess I know who it is…”
“Anyway I know too much… Oh that’s right… There’s one more person I can take with me…”
“?”
Isis made a puzzled expression.
The expression on her face as if there was another acquaintance of Lee Han that she didn’t know about…
However they were not acquaintances…
On the contrary…
“I just want to give some mental education to someone.”
“···Ho that’s right-·”
If it was a bad relationship it was a bad relationship…
Although Lee Han was in a position where he could not dare to do anything rashly…
“I can’t help but like the sound.”
As long as permission was given to one of the most powerful members of the royal family there was no one he could not take.
─And now·
“Hehe hehe…”
“Walk a little faster… Even mules walk well like that…”
“I’m not a mule…!”
“all?”
“…No!”
“···He’s a consistent baby…”
Although he is cocky until the end his attitude of trying to reduce his cockiness is really funny.
Should I say it’s a cocky attitude that’s fun to just look at?
but·
‘There will be no more laughing from now on right?’
The destination where the mule’s footsteps lead was visible and Lee Han slowly hid his laughter.
‘···You said they were Blood Crusades right?’
It’s crazy…
This is it…
‘Did the original author read martial arts and write the roman version?’
He was a martial arts fan who was puzzled by the name of the organization which he couldn’t help but suspect was a counterfeit clan.
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