Chapter 22 - {I Smashed the Male Lead’s Teeth Out in a Romance Fantasy} 2
{I Smashed the Male Lead’s Teeth Out in a Romance Fantasy} 2
Translator : Elizabeth
Kalian's tragic cry echoed across the snowfield.
"Your Highness!"
"We will join you as well!"
The eyes of the knights standing behind him reddened.
It was truly a feast of loyalty and tragic beauty that couldn't be watched without tears.
But watching that spectacle, Kang Jin-ho's brow was crumpled ruthlessly.
"Ha."
A hollow laugh came out.
It was disgusting.
Nausea surged up.
That sense of intoxication that they could throw away their lives themselves while harping on about honor.
In reality, it was a biased choice ignoring unfavorable truths and emphasizing only justifications that seemed cool to them.
It was narcissism fallen into self-pity, nothing else.
"Shut your trap. You hypocrite bastard drunk on yourself."
Kang Jin-ho kicked the ground.
Boom—!
It was instant.
Before Kalian could strike down with his sword, no, before he could even put strength into the hand gripping the sword, Kang Jin-ho had already arrived right in front of his nose.
"I have no reason to play along with your disgusting justice game. Because it's annoying."
Kang Jin-ho's eyes pierced Kalian's eyes.
Those eyes were filled not with murderous intent, but only with contempt as if looking at an annoying bug.
Vwoom—!
Kang Jin-ho's fist cut through the empty air.
A crude and heavy single blow containing only annoyance and admonition.
"Kueok?!"
Kalian couldn't even react.
The sword wrapped in Aura, the senses of a Sword Master, were all meaningless.
In front of overwhelming speed and violence, they meant nothing.
Kang Jin-ho's fist struck the center of Kalian's face, specifically his snout.
Crunch—!
A horrifying rupture sound rang out.
It was indistinguishable whether it was the sound of bones breaking or something being crushed.
"Kueaaaaagh!"
Kalian's head snapped back bizarrely.
Simultaneously, white fragments were scattered along with red fresh blood from his mouth like corn kernels.
The noble Northern Grand Duke's teeth poured out like corn being threshed and rolled on the snowfield.
Of all things, the front teeth were accurately shattered.
Bang!
The impact didn't end there.
Kinetic energy applied to the face spread throughout the whole body, and Kalian's body flew backward like a cannonball.
He knocked down the knights lined up behind him like bowling pins and only stopped after crashing into the city wall.
Crash!
"K-Kuhak… Ptooey…!"
Kalian crawled on the floor and vomited blood.
His face was swollen so much that its shape was unrecognizable, and his mouth was torn, bleeding profusely.
Above all, inside his mouth felt empty.
Because his front teeth had disappeared, wind leaked in freely.
Only because he was a Sword Master did it end at this level.
"Y-Your Highness!"
"Grand Duke!"
The knights screamed and ran toward Kalian.
But watching that scene, Kang Jin-ho looked down with coldly cooled eyes.
If it were up to his heart, he wanted to take his head off.
Because sparing such a hypocrite would only waste oxygen.
'But if I kill him, it will flow according to their scenario.'
If he killed him, the bastards would like it.
It was obvious he would be revered as a martyr, saying, "The noble Grand Duke died a heroic death fighting against a villain!"
A trick to make him a villain and remain in history as a tragic hero himself.
He hated seeing that plight even if he died.
"Want to die? Want to die and become a hero?"
Kang Jin-ho grabbed the fallen Kalian's hair and lifted him up.
His gaze met with Kalian's unfocused eyes.
"I won't kill you."
Kang Jin-ho smiled cruelly.
"I don't like murder. I only kill guys who attack to kill me; I have no hobby of granting the wishes of guys like you struggling to die."
Kang Jin-ho tapped Kalian's crushed mouth.
"Instead, live the rest of your life licking that precious honor of yours with your teeth knocked out. Though I don't know if pronunciation will even leak out properly."
"Uuugh… Th… Th…."
Kalian tried to retort something, but his pronunciation was mashed because he had no teeth.
That appearance wasn't a tragic hero, but just a loser beaten up in a neighborhood fight.
Kang Jin-ho threw Kalian's head onto the floor as if throwing away trash.
Unable to overcome the humiliation and pain, Kalian fainted right there.
The ruler of the North, Sword Master Kalian de Winter, fainted with all his front teeth knocked out.
"You… you devil-like bastard!"
At that time, the knights next to him couldn't endure it and drew their swords.
There was no knight who would stay still when his lord suffered such a plight.
No, to be precise, it was anger that the tragic stage their lord tried to die on became a mess.
"To insult His Highness the Grand Duke! Die!"
"Everyone attack! Tear that bastard to death!"
Dozens of knights rushed in emitting killing intent.
But Kang Jin-ho didn't blink an eye.
"Attack more if you want to die."
At that time, Knight Commander Bent shouted urgently.
"Stop! Everyone halt!"
Bent blocked the knights, sweating cold sweat.
He knew.
That attacking here would have an obvious result.
And above all, there was the strict order the Grand Duke gave right before fainting.
"His Highness the Grand Duke ordered! Absolutely do not touch that person! Do you intend to disobey Your Highness's order!"
But it seemed not to be heard by the excited knights.
"Move, Commander! That bastard did this to Your Highness!"
"We must take revenge!"
The knights shook off Bent's restraint and rushed in.
Kang Jin-ho clicked his tongue.
"Tsk tsk."
Really doing all sorts of things.
There were too many guys dying to die.
But if he killed them all here, that would also become annoying.
If he killed them, it would be doing exactly what they intended.
"Ah, playing cosplay of loyal subjects is really unlucky."
He intended to just leave, but seeing those eyes, he couldn't just pass by.
If he sent them off like that, it was obvious they would claim a mental victory.
He hated even thinking about that plight.
"Can't help it. You guys lie down a bit too. Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Swish—!
Kang Jin-ho's figure disappeared.
It was before the knights could even react.
"Ugh?!"
The knee of the knight at the very front bent at a bizarre angle.
Crack!
"Kuaaaaagh!"
The scream was the signal flare.
Kang Jin-ho moved among the knights like a tiger jumping into a pack of wolves.
He didn't kill.
He just made it so they couldn't hold a sword and act up again, or made them bedridden for the time being.
Killing guys who attack asking to be killed is doing as they intend.
Instead, making them cripples was enough.
Crunch! Thwack! Crackle!
"My leg!"
"Kueok! Save me!"
The parade ground became shambles in an instant.
The Winter Knights, the pride of the North, fell like autumn leaves.
Their tragic revenge play turned into screams of real pain.
"Now it's a bit quiet."
It wasn't even quite 1 minute.
The only person standing was Kang Jin-ho.
Around him, knights with broken legs or turned jaws were sprawled and groaning.
The white snowfield was stained with red blood.
But not a drop of blood splattered on Kang Jin-ho's pure white coat.
"As expected, the rod is the medicine."
Kang Jin-ho caught his breath briefly and looked around.
It was a mess.
There could be no more perfect education than this.
With a satisfied expression, he looked at Frederica, who was still standing blankly.
"Frederica, how was it? Everyone was anxious to die, so I was about to grant their wish but stopped."
Frederica sighed deeply.
She clicked her tongue looking at her fallen brother and the knights.
Even looking at Kalian's face, who fainted miserably with his front teeth out, there was more pathetic feeling than sympathy in her eyes.
"Sorry for bothering you. Northern people are a bit stubborn. I'll take care of the cleanup, so don't mind it."
"Right. Well, since the rod is the medicine, if they don't come to their senses next time, just hit them more."
Kang Jin-ho shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
He tapped Kalian, rolling on the floor, with his foot.
He was completely knocked out.
"Wouldn't it be better if you became the Grand Duke instead? You look much more competent than such a blocked-up guy."
At the words Kang Jin-ho tossed out, Frederica smiled bitterly.
"I want to do that too, but it's unreasonable right now."
She pointed to the fallen knights with her eyes.
"Kalian has already officially ascended as the Head, and all knights and lords of the North have sworn loyalty to him. Although there are those who follow me, if I step up now, only a civil war will occur."
Frederica was realistic as much as she was cool-headed.
She didn't want chaos in the North.
She wanted to possess the family intact; the family collapsing wasn't what she desired.
"But my position will rise further due to today's events."
Her eyes sparkled.
Grand Duke Kalian was miserably defeated and fainted due to a reckless challenge.
On the other hand, she settled the situation and maintained relations with Kang Jin-ho.
This would be a great asset politically.
"If it is judged that me becoming the Grand Duke is better for the family and the North…."
Frederica paused for a moment and looked down coldly at the fallen Kalian.
"At that time, I will take that seat without hesitation. Of course, quietly and surely so there is no damage to the family."
In her eyes, the longing for the seat of the Winter Grand Duke was still alive.
But it wasn't blind greed, but calculated ambition based on cold reason.
"I'll look forward to it. It'll be much better if you become the Grand Duke."
Kang Jin-ho smirked and turned his body.
"Then work hard, partner."
"Thank you, partner."
There was no lingering attachment.
He said everything he had to say, and crippled everyone he had to cripple.
He secured money, and secured the item too.
There was no reason to stay here any longer.
Thud, thud.
Kang Jin-ho left the castle gate without looking back.
Behind his back, the people of the Winter Grand Duchy, called the pride of the North, were sprawled miserably like trash on the street.
The Grand Duke who fainted miserably with all his front teeth knocked out.
The Winter Knights groaning, shedding tears and snot with their legs smashed.
Whiiiing—
It was showing the end of those who opposed the Fist Emperor.