Chapter 69
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: For Deokgu Beida
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For Deokgu Beida
'Why is Inquisitor Joanna here?'
Inquisitor Parhan was bewildered by the unexpected encounter. The colleagues beside him also wore stiff expressions.
He had come to Casedic Castle following an urgent message while investigating the blasphemous organization known as 'Black Blood.' But to meet her in a castle on the frontier...
'Inquisitor Joanna.'
She was a legendary figure among the inquisitors, and not in a good way.
If the inquisitors were the hammer of the church, the Holy Knights were the Pope's sword.
A unit directly under the Pope, formed by gathering the most promising children raised by the church, filtering them through several tests, and selecting only those deemed geniuses to be personally nurtured.
Having received immense support and training from the church since childhood, they were the church's ultimate military force, known to be capable of judging any demon and even standing against the Empire's knights.
They operated as an independent group, taking orders only from the Pope. Not even a cardinal could treat the Holy Knights lightly.
Yet she, a former Holy Knight, had one day been demoted to an inquisitor—a fall from grace.
The higher-ups offered no explanation, and she never spoke of it, so no one knew the reason.
Even if she had been demoted, no one at the inquisitor level could possibly order around a former Holy Knight.
Unlike the other busy inquisitors, she was never assigned any missions. Then, he heard she had suddenly disappeared...
'So this is where she was.'
Parhan thought her aura had subtly changed.
Joanna, who had stood up, beckoned with her finger. It seemed to be a casual gesture to follow. Parhan and his two colleagues, instantly disciplined, fell in line behind her.
Extremely tense, Parhan struggled to keep his limbs from moving stiffly in unison.
Before leaving, she constantly scanned their surroundings as if there were enemies nearby. In response, Parhan and his colleagues grew even more tense and followed her lead, surveying the area.
'An opponent that would make a former Holy Knight tense...'
He had heard some of her abilities were sealed upon her demotion, but for someone who was undoubtedly still a formidable power to be on guard meant their opponent was anything but ordinary.
His palms began to sweat. Her vigilance continued, and they, in turn, remained in a state of extreme tension.
The place they arrived at after following her was...
'...a bakery?'
He had his doubts, but he couldn't ask.
They simply followed behind her.
She took a silver coin from her pocket, bought some cakes, and placed one in each of their hands. She herself held one in each hand.
A large man who appeared to be a baker discreetly opened a door for them. After scanning her surroundings, she entered, and they followed.
Inside was filled with the sweltering heat of baking bread. A few chairs were placed there, and she sat down naturally and began to eat her cake.
As they stood there blankly, she frowned and jerked her head. Taking it as a cue to sit and eat, they hurriedly took their seats and ate their cakes.
They were too tense to want to put anything in their mouths, but they couldn't ignore her command.
Parhan practically shoved the cake into his mouth. He was so tense he couldn't savor the flavor; he just finished it off.
When he looked up, the cakes in her hands were already gone.
Parhan exchanged a small glance with his colleagues. They were just as tense, their lips trembling.
She stood up again and beckoned with her finger. They set off after her once more.
She led them through several locations, mostly moving through alleyways. They were secluded, deserted places. In one spot, a shabby cloth lay as if someone had been living there.
'A shelter for emergencies?'
What in the world was she facing that a former Holy Knight would need to prepare a separate shelter like this?
Parhan's eyes widened as he committed the location to memory.
Extremely tense, Parhan followed her around Casedic Castle, observing the passersby.
As they were making a circuit of Casedic Castle, they once again encountered the honorary monk from before.
'Still as dreadful to look at.'
Even after hearing he was an honorary monk, his brutish appearance made one's hand instinctively reach for a mace.
If he hadn't heard the man was an honorary monk, he would have cracked his head open right then and there to check for a demon.
The honorary monk and she nodded to each other. After bowing her head a few times, she gestured to them.
Parhan didn't know what it meant, but the quick-witted colleague next to him was the first to bow his head deeply, as if meeting a superior.
Joanna's furrowed brow relaxed slightly. Parhan hurriedly followed suit and bowed his head.
They briefly looked at each other, bowed their heads, and passed by.
After completing their tour of Casedic Castle, they returned to the chapter house.
In front of the chapter house, a man was shouting in a low voice.
'That must be the abbot who requested support.'
He turned his head, but Joanna was nowhere to be seen.
As he and his colleagues looked around in confusion, the man who appeared to be the abbot approached them.
"Welcome. Are you the inquisitors who've come to provide support?"
"We are. Are you Abbot Brighton?"
The Tribunal, to which the inquisitors belonged, and the Central Council, which the abbot belonged to, were separate entities. There was no hierarchy between them.
"That's right. Inquisitors... good. For now, let's head inside. We have urgent matters to discuss."
For some reason, the smile on Abbot Brighton's face was strangely unsettling, but Parhan nodded.
'By the way, where did Lady Joanna go?'
Parhan glanced back for a moment before following Abbot Brighton inside.
A tree behind him trembled, and leaves fluttered down.
***
"For Deokgu Beida!!"
Ska groaned at the thunderous cheer from the next table.
A subtle atmosphere hung over Casedic Castle.
The news that the tournament bracket was set up to favor knights, ensuring they wouldn't face each other, had stirred resentment among the non-knight participants. But they couldn't express their dissatisfaction to the lord, a nobleman.
It was simply simmering beneath the surface. But then, Deokgu Beida had literally beaten a knight to a pulp in front of everyone.
The quietly seething crowd cheered for Deokgu Beida. He was their horn, their fist of fury, raised against the establishment.
Deokgu Beida's identity remained unknown, but no one thought he was a knight. He was presumed to be one of three things: a mercenary, a gladiator, or a runaway barbarian.
However, those who knew Deokgu Beida's true identity couldn't cheer along with them.
Those who recognized him were either sharp-eyed or had been beaten by Aron before. Both groups knew Aron's terrifying nature and thus couldn't open their mouths.
Aron's terror wasn't just about his strength.
It was his pettiness, known only to his victims!
His dreadful memory, which allowed him to remember an insult from half a year ago and beat you up when the opportunity arose!
They had no choice but to keep their mouths shut, knowing what would happen if they spoke carelessly about such an Aron.
And so, Casedic Castle was filled with a strange atmosphere, a mix of cheering crowds and those who knew the truth but remained silent.
Ska felt his stomach twist as he watched the ignorant Aron being hailed as a hero.
"Fighting with only his fists, without drawing his sword, was a message to those knight bastards!!"
'He probably just did it because he enjoys the feel of beating people with his fists.'
Ska couldn't stand the frustrating itch to speak, so he poured alcohol into his mouth. Around him, quite a few others were doing the same, their hands trembling.
'Aron works in the light while I protect Casedic Castle from the shadows... But why wear such a stupid helmet? Or at least pick a cool name! What the hell is Deokgu?'
Frustrated, Ska thumped his chest.
"For Deokgu Beida!"
"Hoorah!!"
Just then, the entire tavern began chanting 'Deokgu Beida.' It spread like wildfire and naturally led to trouble.
Ska couldn't understand why they were venting their anger towards the nobility in a tavern run by a commoner.
"Stop!!"
Ska roared and shot up from his seat. His men beside him rose as well, and the tavern was instantly filled with a heated atmosphere.
"For Deokgu Beida!!"
A drunkard suddenly shouted the cheer and threw his beer mug. That was the signal. In an instant, the tavern erupted into chaos.
Like a true leader, Ska charged to the front and got entangled with the men.
Tables shattered and beer mugs flew through the air.
Shouts erupted, mixed with screams, making the tavern feel even more like a tavern.
*Thwack!* A beer mug smashed against Ska's head, sending wooden splinters flying. To hide his dizziness, Ska glared and grabbed the man by the collar, throwing him down.
*CRASH!*
The table split in half, and the man he'd grabbed rolled his eyes back.
*Creeeak.*
With an eerie sound, the tavern door opened.
The moment he saw the man who had to duck to enter the small doorway, Ska let go of the collar and quickly sat down docilely.
The men he had just been fighting threw punches at him, but he tried to ignore them, grabbing his beer mug as if he had been drinking peacefully all along.
However, the mug was broken, and beer was leaking out.
"So the tournament's happening in here? Wow, this looks fun."
Deokgu Beida... no, Aron, grinned as if he'd seen something truly amusing. Of course, to onlookers, it didn't look like a smile.
"Who the hell is that bastard?!"
"We have Deokgu Beida with us!"
"Deokgu Beida!!"
Every time they chanted 'Deokgu Beida,' the corner of Aron's mouth twitched downward.
'Oh dear... oh dear...'
Watching the riled-up men approach Aron, Ska made a sound full of pity.
"Alright, heads to the floor."
Just then, Aron clapped his hands and spoke lightly.
It was a familiar routine now. Ska, as the leader, took the initiative, and the others followed, planting their heads.
Thinking Ska's group's reaction was a sign of their victory, the men grew even more excited and soon changed their target to Aron.
"For Deokgu Beida!! Let's smash the establishment!!"
"Deokgu Beida!!"
Ska squeezed his eyes shut at the sight of these foolish men chanting 'Deokgu Beida' while charging at the actual 'Deokgu Beida.'
'Oh no... you shouldn't do that... oh no...'
Ska silently prayed for their souls and tensed his neck.
This was a groundbreaking technique recently discovered by one of the smarter guys in Ska's group: tensing the neck and shoulders simultaneously made it easier to keep one's head planted on the floor.
*CRASH!! Aaargh! THUD!*
Ah... my tavern...
The sound of something breaking, a scream, and even a pitiful sigh. Ska just focused on his neck and shoulders.
"Ska. I told you not to cause trouble."
Hearing the raspy voice right in front of him, Ska forced a smile and raised his body.
Aron, spattered with red here and there, was wiping blood from his hands with a look of relief. Behind him, Dylan was going around, smacking the heads of the fallen men and searching their pockets.
Dylan's hands moved so fast he could strike and empty a pocket in the blink of an eye. It was a godlike skill. Ska was genuinely impressed.
"I wasn't causing trouble, I was just trying to stop them."
*Ahem...* Ska tried to speak confidently, puffing out his chest.
"Why are you doing that? Anyway, it's not that shitty name Deokgu Beida. It's Dark Vader."
"...Huh? What did you just say?"
"Dark Vader."
As Aron's brow furrowed, Ska's slow mind raced.
"Ah! I get it! There must have been a misunderstanding! I'll tell Dork Vader not to worry..."
Aron's fist flew out without warning, and Ska was knocked unconscious.
He didn't understand the flow of events, but since his opponent was Aron, Ska didn't bother trying to.
When he regained consciousness, there was a piece of paper in his tunic with 'Dark Vader' written on it.
The rioters were gone, presumably dragged away, and the owner, who had been sighing pitifully just moments before, was now cleaning up with a broad smile on his face.
The strange, eerie silence, as if a demon had just passed through, made Ska tremble.
***
With the start of the tournament, guard duty for the event was added to the Outer Wall Guard's responsibilities. It was a very popular assignment since you could watch the tournament while on duty, and luckily, our squad got it.
Of course, a few minor things played a part in that, but they were all mostly legal from a medieval perspective.
Thanks to that, I could watch the other guys' matches while drinking a cool, iced beer.
One of the cart drivers had even hired a scrub wizard who could use ice magic. The guy sold beer with a big chunk of ice in it.
It looked like he and Hana would be competing, but Kanna easily crushed him by producing 'Dark Vader Iced Beer'.
There was no way to beat an iced beer with a carving of the most popular figure in Casedic Castle, 'Dark Vader', for a similar price.
'It's Dark, not Deokgu, you ignorant bastards...'
I clicked my tongue at the ignorance of these guys who knew nothing of romance and took a sip of my cool beer.
I already had plenty of free time, but once the tournament started, neither the Captain nor the Outer Wall Guard sought me out. It felt like I'd become a token advisor, but I didn't bother asking why and just enjoyed it.
Thanks to that, I could watch at ease, comfortably change clothes, and participate in my matches. And if I got bored, I could just head to a nearby tavern.
When ignorant guys carrying swords also drank alcohol, brawls were a natural consequence. It was a nice side gig where I could relieve stress and make some money.
"Kuh...! Kuh...!"
Hearing a sound from the side, I looked down to see Kanna holding out an iced beer. It seemed she had noticed my mug was empty and came to replace it.
'But why is she wearing a bucket on her head on such a hot day?'
I clicked my tongue as I saw Kanna's bright eyes through the holes drilled in the bucket.
Floating in the beer mug was an ice sculpture of me and Dark Vader back-to-back. The quality was good enough to be sold as a figurine, but I couldn't help but sigh.
"...Thanks."
"Kuh!"
Kanna nodded and returned to Hana's stall.
'She spoke so clearly when she was learning from Gwo-Barou, but in front of me...'
I clicked my tongue, watching the bucket on Kanna's head wobble stupidly.
Hana's stall was packed enough that problems could have arisen, but Choco's anger-managing bulk turned all the medieval guys into gentlemen who didn't even dare to cut in line.
Choco seemed satisfied with the fact that he could keep drinking cool beer.
I didn't drink the beer I received and handed it to Berman instead. Berman took the mug without asking and drank from it.
Just then, a knight and a large man faced off in the arena. The large man seemed to be trying to imitate 'Dark Vader's' fighting style, pushing forward recklessly, but he retreated, bleeding from the knight's sword.
"It worked for Deokgu Beida, so why not for that man? They're using the same method."
I wrinkled my nose for a moment at Berman's question before speaking.
I started with, "I don't know for sure, but..." causing Berman to look at me with wide eyes before turning his gaze back to the arena.
"First off, it's not Deokgu Beida, it's Dark Vader. And you have to consider your opponent. Dark Vader's opponent yesterday was an old, weak knight, right? And the key isn't just to charge in blindly, but to push your body into the opponent's attack path to deflect it... or so it seems."
As soon as I finished speaking, the large man, pierced by the knight's sword, declared his surrender while bleeding profusely. But the knight didn't stop and swung his sword again.
'Ignorant bastards.'
It seemed he considered a lowly mercenary's forfeit meaningless. Instead of accepting the forfeit, the knight intended to kill his opponent to boost his own popularity and instill fear in future opponents. It wasn't a bad strategy.
The head the man had severed rolled across the arena floor.
The spectators roared with thunderous cheers.
Thanks to the spectacular beheading, the guy's popularity soared.
The knight raised his hand like a singer at a concert, soaking in the cheers as he left the arena. After him, men came up to remove the corpse and covered the blood with mud.
The only trace the dead man left behind was making the mud a little wetter.
When a casualty occurred in the tournament, all their possessions were forfeit to the lord who hosted it. Quite a few people skimmed off the top in the process.
So the spectators laughed, the knight who gained popularity laughed, and the ones who skimmed off the top also laughed. Only the man whose head had flown off, leaving him with no face to laugh with, couldn't laugh.
The matches continued.
The previous strategy must have been quite impressive, as the following knights also didn't hesitate to lop off their opponents' heads. This led to a surge of forfeits, and the tournament progressed quickly.
"The Knight of Steel!! He's torn off dozens of heads to date! The epitome of ruthlessness!! Sir Taitra, the Neck Grinder!!"
Ska, who was chosen as the announcer for his ability to read and his loud voice, yelled at the top of his lungs.
This time, it was the turn of a rather capable-looking knight.
He was a knight in full armor, including a helmet, and the leather padding on the joints suggested he had considerable combat experience.
"The Le...cher? Uhm... Sir Kurteuuuun!!"
Ska hesitated for a moment before calling out the opponent's name.
'Was his name Kurteun?'
The man came up with light steps in his pointed shoes, one hand pinching his nose as if smelling a stench, the other holding the waist of a scantily clad woman with a face full of humiliation.
Once in the arena, the man slapped the woman's behind, and she walked a lap around the arena like a ring girl before exiting.
The effect was tremendous, drawing a huge response from the spectators and heating up the atmosphere.
'Tsk.'
I clicked my tongue and focused on the man.
This was a very good opportunity for me.
"Kwooooooar!!"
The knight, perhaps feeling he had lost the momentum, let out a thunderous roar to change the atmosphere.
The knight swung a large sword befitting his size. The threatening sound of the air being torn apart repeatedly drew cheers from the crowd. He seemed to have considerable combat experience; both his stance and power were not bad.
Even in front of such a knight, the man stood with his arms crossed, looking around.
"Are you ignoring me?! Fo-cus!!"
Enraged by the man's nonchalant attitude, the knight roared and kicked off the ground.
I watched the man named Kurteun, who pretended to be relaxed, keeping his hand near his sword hilt and his right foot subtly forward.
His right pointed shoe was trembling slightly. A sign that he was tensing up.
He acted nonchalant, but he had already finished his preparations.
'Cunning.'
He provoked his opponent by pretending to ignore him and acted as if he was off guard. Bringing out the woman might have been an extension of that act.
The knight, who fell for his provocation, charged forward with heavy steps and raised his sword high in front of him.
'Idiot.'
Perhaps excited, the knight's movements were overly large. He seemed to think his opponent was off guard and intended to finish it in one blow, but...
I focused my eyes and observed the man.
The man's right knee bent, and a pointed sword shot out. It was so fast it looked like a silver line had been drawn in the air.
The pointed sword easily sliced through the leather padding on the knight's joints. Blood sprayed, and the knight's movements slowed. Then, the pointed sword pierced the man's helmet.
The knight's helmet was clearly of high quality and thick, but the pointed sword pierced it with ease.
'His right knee moves first before the thrust. The pointed sword is sharp enough to cut through steel. And his strength is immense, belying his slender frame.'
The knight, instantly turned into a skewer, crumbled forward.
Kurteun pulled out his sword, flicked it clean, and moved slightly to the side. The knight fell forward with a *THUD!!*
The match was decided in the short time it takes to draw a breath.
The man casually held out his hand. The woman came up and wiped his face and hands with what looked like a luxurious cloth.
The cheers erupted belatedly. The man, looking no more pleased than when he arrived, wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and descended.
I replayed what had just happened in my head.
The man's sword was beyond fast.
'Did he use Aura?'
I recalled the sense of exhilaration I felt when I had manifested Aura through the tenant and nodded.
He hadn't coated his sword in Aura, but I had a feeling he used Aura's stat boost without openly displaying it.
'Still, to that extent.'
As long as he didn't use Aura's ridiculously overpowered cutting ability, it wouldn't matter.
His sword was fast, but not so fast that I couldn't block it even after seeing his knee move.
"And next up is...!"
At Ska's booming voice, I slipped away to the back.
"I'm going to the restroom."
I said it briefly to Berman, and he nodded with an ambiguous expression.
It was time to transform into Dark Vader.
Kuh...
I let out a small breath and smirked.
***
Berman watched Aron walk away and clicked his tongue inwardly.
'If you're going to lie, at least put some effort into it...'
He didn't understand why Aron went out of his way to make things complicated, but Berman didn't bother trying to understand him.
"Did Jojang leave? He's up next."
"Yeah, he said he was going to the restroom this time."
Berman nodded lightly at Pul's question.
"Pretending not to know is surprisingly hard work."
Berman grumbled and took a sip of the iced beer in his hand. The ice figure of Deokgu Beida clinked against the mug.
"Still, we've made a lot of money thanks to him."
Pul smiled like a snake and patted his waist.
His bulging pouch, looking ready to burst, made a heavy sound.
At that, Berman recalled the first time 'Deokgu Beida' entered the arena. Since his opponent was a knight, the odds were naturally skewed in the knight's favor.
But the moment Squad 4 saw 'Deokgu Beida,' they bet everything in their pockets on him.
His opponent was a knight, but they couldn't imagine Jojang Aron losing to anyone.
'He was weak... Pushing your body into the sword's path.'
Berman repeated Aron's earlier words in his mind.
"The rising destroyer! The nameless man who defeated a knight! The unknown man whose identity no one knows! The fist of the people!! The judgment of the people!! His name is...! Dark Vader!!!"
At Ska's enthusiastic introduction, the crowd chanted, "Deokgu! Deokgu!" The noise was so loud that Ska's announcement of the opponent couldn't be heard.
"Our Jojang is incredibly popular. Like Brick said, maybe he really is a legendary gladiator from the colosseum."
Pul said from the side, his voice laced with laughter.
"That's because they haven't been beaten by him."
Berman said, laughing along.
At last, the opponent came up. He was smaller than Jojang, but still a man of considerable build. He was a knight clad in thick green steel.
Berman thought that unlike last time, when Jojang had pushed through with his size and strength advantage, he might struggle this time.
The duel began, and—.
*BAM! BAM! BAM!*
Ugh...
Berman groaned at the sight of the fight unfolding exactly like the last one. No, it was a little different. This time, he had drawn his sword and clashed blades with his opponent.
However, while their swords were locked, he closed the distance and suddenly threw a punch. The duel naturally transitioned into a brawl, and—.
*BAM! BAM! BAM!*
The thunderous sounds continued to echo. At last, the opponent, his helmet caved in, fell backward, and the match was decided.
"Kuhuuuu!!! Dark!!!"
As if devoid of any sense of shame, Jojang Aron let out a bizarre cheer and threw his hands in the air. The shame was entirely on the squad members watching him.
Berman's face flushed, and he hung his head low.
Deokgu! Deokgu! Deokgu!
The cheers grew incomparably louder than for any other duel.
Even the Lord stood up and applauded, making it feel like the tournament final had just ended.
Berman couldn't lift his face out of embarrassment, yet he felt a strange sense of pride, and the corners of his mouth turned up.
"He may be a shitty, ignorant savage, but our Jojang is still the strongest."
Pul, his face also flushed, muttered under his breath.
Berman gave a bitter smile as he watched his Jojang lift the unconscious, bulky knight over his head and spin him around like a toy.
There were two people who stood out in the tournament so far: one was Aron, and the other was the man named Kurteun, who had defeated a knight in a single exchange.
It was clear the two of them would meet in the finals.
'If Jojang meets that knight...'
Berman imagined the future match.
Kurteun, who had defeated another knight in the blink of an eye, was an immense powerhouse beyond Berman's comprehension, but...
"Kuh!! Dark! Kuh!! Vaderrrr!!"
Berman couldn't imagine Jojang Aron, the man currently spinning an unconscious knight above his head, losing.
'He'll probably insist that knight was old and weak too.'
How many people could be considered not old and full of strength compared to Jojang Aron?
In this strange situation where the shame belonged only to those who knew his identity, Berman lowered his head once more.
***
"Is this Casedic Castle?"
The useless rib... no, the dull Gern, looked up from his knitting at the old man's question.
"This is Karzan."
To confuse Casedic, a frontier castle, with Karzan, a city—their walls alone were on a different scale... The old man seemed incredibly foolish.
The dull Gern clicked his tongue and spoke again.
"Casedic is that way."
"Is that so? The wind led me here."
Gern clicked his tongue, looking at the old man's worn clothes. Having cared for his own elderly mother, Gern felt a pang of concern for the foolish old man.
Just then, the old man spoke.
"Are you a knight?"
"No, I am Gern."
"Hmm... I see, Gern. Is Gern a knight?"
"No, I am Gern. You foolish old man."
The old man's wrinkled eyes widened before returning to their normal size.
"You're certainly not a knight."
"I am Gern."
"Yes, Gern."
This exchange with the old man reminded Gern of a man he had met before. If that man grew old and fell on hard times, he would probably give off a similar vibe to this old man.
"Gern, are there any knights here?"
"No, they all went to Casedic for the tournament."
"Hmm..."
The old man grimaced. To Gern, he looked like a man who had starved for days and expected to starve again today.
Reminded of his mother who had passed away a few days ago, and the similar atmosphere of the man who had brought him incomprehensible luck, Gern dusted off his bottom and stood up.
"Follow me. I'll take you to Casedic."
"...You are a good young man."
The old man looked up at Gern, his eyes filled with complex emotions. Gern sighed and shook his head. How many times did he have to tell this foolish old man?
"No, I am Gern."
"Ah. Right. Ge...rn. Just point me in the right direction, and I'll find my own way."
"Where could you possibly go with that foolish head of yours? I'll guide you."
The old man's hand, gripping his sword, trembled as if from malnutrition.
"...Did you say Gern?"
"How many times do I have to say it? I am Gern."
"Hoo... Are you really not a knight?"
A look of desperation filled the old man's eyes as he looked up at him.
It was as if he wanted Gern to answer that he was a knight.
At that, Gern let out a deep sigh.
"You've gone senile. I am Gern."
"I... see."
"Follow me, old man."
The Knight Hunter let out a deep breath as he watched the large figure walking ahead.
"I was the gatekeeper of the Solitary Wolf. Then I met a man. He was a very talkative man, but unlike his rough face, his eyes were warm. And my talent for knitting was recognized, so I became the head of the knitting guild. I can now knit in the shape of a shield."
The Knight Hunter averted his gaze from the large man who was rambling on about his life story.
'A tournament...'
From a very deep place, a place where the soul might reside, a profound hunger arose.
'I'm going to get an upset stomach.'
The corners of the Knight Hunter's mouth curled up, giving off a dangerous feeling.
"Laughing all of a sudden. You've gone senile. Old man, can you control your bowels? Don't worry, my mother went senile too, so I can handle it."
Just then, the voice from his side made his smile stiffen.