The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 161

40. The Trackers Again (5)

After leaving the dirty armor to Amias and Steedman, I sat down on one side of the courtyard of the lord’s house.

“Whoa.”

Sir Eselda was a very powerful knight befitting his reputation.

Not only did he have sophisticated technology and rich experience, but his physical abilities were also superhuman.

My current strength is over 30 including equipment effects. I don’t know about trolls, but I can overwhelm ogres with power.

Being able to block the sword that I wielded with all my might was proof of my extraordinaryness in itself.

It was also surprising that he was still alive even after receiving two blows with all his might. No matter how much you think about it, it’s not a human’s strength…

It was very encouraging that he defeated such a Sir Esselda without even using blood manipulation. But I couldn’t be more happy.

‘The best knight in the Marva region.’

This is the public opinion of Sir Eselda.

He was not an unprecedentedly strong man, nor was he the greatest swordsman of the time, nor was he a knight vying for supremacy in the kingdom.

There were more than 10 knights who were thought to be superior to her, about 30 who were assumed to be of a similar level, and a little less than 100 who were considered to be slightly less.

…It truly is a world teeming with superhumans.

Well, magic and supernatural powers are the yard that exists. It wouldn’t be strange if it was teeming with monster-like powerful humans.

Because I realized this anew, I couldn’t be happy even though I won the duel. I felt that my powerlessness was not yet at an absolute level.

Absolute powerlessness

Suddenly, ‘Pique application note’ comes to mind. A level 95 blood knight who traveled through dimensions, sliced up legendary monsters and sometimes even killed divine beings… At that level, the

campaign in Middle World would not be considered hardship, but tourism.

“…no way.”

I shook my head to dissipate my useless thoughts, but the training leader, Chester, came up to me and started talking to me.

“Sir Phoenix. The Baroness is looking for you.”

“Your wife?”

“yes. I have something to tell you about the conversation we had this morning…

“……Ugh”

Glancing back, Amias and Steedman were still cleaning their armor.

“Could you tell me that you will go up as soon as the armor is finished?”

“I will do that sir.”

As he sends Chester back, he feels a stinging gaze from somewhere.

It was none other than Ellen staring at me with her arms crossed.

The guy who didn’t even know that I was dueling because he heard the news belatedly seemed to have been upset from a while ago.

“Hey, stop staring at me. I will pierce your face.”

When I smiled, Ellen pursed her lips disapprovingly.

“What are you laughing at?”

“There’s nothing I couldn’t do.”

“There’s nothing I couldn’t do, but I did useless things again.” “Because it couldn’t be helped. He was talking wildly, but I couldn’t just listen.”

“Since when did you value honor so much?”

Having nothing to say, I smiled and stood up. Then he put his arm under Ellen’s groin and picked him up.

“Ugh, what are you doing!”

“Let’s go for a walk. long time.”

“Hey…

the guy who dyed his face red because he couldn’t spit on his smiling face finally kept his mouth shut.

Contrary to the shy look, Ellen’s arm was wrapped around my neck as usual. It is a familiar movement that has almost become a habit.

When the group standing in the corner quickly caught up with him, I looked back at him and stopped him.

“I’ll be walking for a while, so I’m resting in my room.”

Then, the group stopped with a sigh and munched their lips alternately looking sideways at me and Ellen.

“…I walk too.”

“no. You lost a lot of things from early morning. Go and rest.”

“That’s a pretty sweet beauty.”

” hurry.”

“…Ugh. yes.”

As Mungchi retreated with a sullen face, Ellen, who was sitting on my arm, straightened her back.

“Hmm hmm.”

…How elated you look.

After leaving the permanent residence, I walked around the fence and talked with Ellen.

Newly learned spells, the wind cooling off every day, sheep’s milk cheesecake with honey, a series of grumbles, confused as to whether they were complaining or boasting about their lush hair.

“By the way, Ellen.”

” huh?”

“Meditation seems to work.”

“…you felt that already?”

When Ellen asked in surprise, I nodded my head coolly.

“huh. I can feel it when we duel.”

“how?”

“That’s… Originally, if you’re an opponent at the level of Sir Eselda, your blood gets hot without me knowing, right?”

“Your blood gets hot?”

“huh. It’s not like a metaphor, it actually gets hot. Then when it got worse…

I picked out the right words while licking my dry lips.

“Well, it turns around a bit. Like I said last time.”

Ellen, who had been nodding quietly, looked into my eyes.

“But wasn’t it this time?”

“huh. It was just… just a moderately pleasant one.”

“Is that because of the meditation you did last night?”

“maybe. I could definitely feel my mind clearing up.”

Hearing my confident words, he let out a slight sigh and smiled.

“Great. I’m really glad.”

Her slightly parted pink lips drew a soft curve.

Suddenly, the sun-drenched transparent skin and long blinking eyelashes caught my gaze.

Ellen, who was relieved when I stopped talking, put on a puzzled expression.

“…what’s the matter?”

for a while too. As if my eyes were on fire, his face started to burn red as well.

The series of streams of smiles made in relief and solidified in excitement were like a rainbow shimmering in many colors. It was like a pond greeted by green rain. It was like a flower drenched in dew.

“……trunnion?”

“Uh”

I swallowed all the evil greed and imagination with dry spit.

“How long have you been talking about that?”

“Oh right.”

Effortlessly avoiding the stare, I pretended to be calm and snapped my fingers.

“meditation. I mean meditation.”

“……Yes.” “Can you get me another potion that I gave you yesterday?”

Ellen, who had a blank face for a moment, narrowed her brows slightly.

“A potion of concentration? why?”

“Have one for emergencies. “No”

that seems to help clear my mind .

“…Um why?”

Where was the face that had been softened as if it had been dissolved in warm water?

“You can only get help from the focus potion once. After the second time, it becomes very difficult to meditate alone.”

“So I guess I’ll keep it for emergencies.”

“You’re not saying you’re going to drink a potion and calm down when you’re about to ‘turn around’, right?”

“…Is that right?”

At my acceptance, Ellen’s eyes became even more severe.

“Don’t be stupid. Do you think that makes sense?”

“What’s not going to happen?”

“It’s when you’re in the middle of a battle that… well, you become mentally unstable. But you want to meditate instead of fighting?”

“I’m not saying you’re going to meditate, but if you drink potion, you’ll clear your mind. So”

“No. It is not such a simple matter to control the mind through meditation.”

I can’t speak.

I scratched my eyebrows and opened my mouth again.

“I don’t mean to use expedients. Literally, I want to have an emergency measure. Just in case…

“Poi.”

Ellen quietly called my name and gently touched my face.

“Are you nervous?”

“……yes?”

“Are you nervous?”

I closed my mouth.

well. am i irritable?

I stood silently by the fence of Yeongju-gwan.

“It will be fine.”

“Don’t be impatient, let’s take it slow. I’ll help you.”

widely.

I impulsively grabbed Ellen’s hand. It was because the touch of his face felt as hot as fire.

“……trunnion?”

Looking at her slightly surprised eyes, I tried to smile. The blue eyes shook slightly.

The next day we climbed Mount Graduil. The goal was reconnaissance.

Ellen and Utequai were together, as well as Amias’ gang and Siren’s party.

The main goal was to find out where and what the remaining Anupads were doing, including ‘Queen Ramashda’, and they also looked for traces of Baron Mallory.

As for Baron Mallory, to begin with, nothing came of it.

Well, it’s already been two weeks since the baron was defeated by the Anupad army and disappeared. It couldn’t be easier to find traces now.

In fact, there was a corner I believed in. I was planning to use the druid Zanavas’ ability to search for humans nearby.

“Once people move, it seems. Recently.”

” Recently?”

“yes. It looks like it’s three or three days old at most…

Zanavas sent the little sparrow bird they were talking to. Then, with an ambiguous expression on his face, he murmured and sighed.

“Hmm, I think they’re a little confused too.”

“Are you confused?”

“Everyone says something different. Some said it was only a handful at most, some said it was an enormous number, some said they had crossed over the mountain, some said they had come back

…

“Did something like a guild cross the hill? Has anyone heard anything?”

No one answered, everyone just shook their heads.

Well, rumors that the road to the pass was blocked by Anupad’s army must have spread around here. Unless you’re a madman, there’s no way you’ll take a course this way.

“They could be mercenaries.”

“Mercenaries?”

Archer Cole opened his mouth.

“Yes Randall’s mercenaries. He may have decided that there was nothing to be rescued by staying nearby, and went north.”

It was a plausible opinion, but not certain. In the first place, you can’t help but make guesses after hearing the stories of wild animals.

We climbed the hill again.

The mountain birds who had been asked by Zanabas and a group of people wearing robes came out to scout.

We were in a situation where we didn’t know when the Anupads might attack, so we were very nervous and vigilant in all directions.

However, Anupad didn’t even show his nose until he climbed all the hills. Anupad is alive.

Ute Kwai, who was examining the corpse of an Anupad, muttered something.

“Darran miqiel……

Zanavas, who was next to him, made a surprised expression.

“Miqiel? kanggu sepa?”

“Nge’elti.”

Utequai groped for signs of having been gutted, then stood up.

“…What are you saying?”

He looked around with blank eyes, but did not respond. Just as I was about to ask, Zanavas quickly gave an answer.

“They say there was an offering.”

What is this again?

“…an offering? You say these are traces of offerings?” I took a second look around. The smell of rot and blood trembled from all sides, and beasts and insects, large and small, were having a feast. The food served was the corpses of countless Anupad. It’s a terrible sight…

Ellen and the brother and sister of the Lao family couldn’t even climb up the hill, and Amias and other mercenaries were also pale.

I pressed my throbbing head and burst out laughing.

“I think I said it wrong. Isn’t it a massacre, not an offering?”

“No, the offering is correct.”

“what?”

Utequai continued with a heavy tone as he looked around at the corpses that seemed to exceed 200.

“The intestines are what animals like to eat.”

“……however?”

“Even though the intestines are exposed, no one eats it.”

Come to think of it, all of the corpses had their flesh eaten, but the organs stretched out on the floor were still intact.

no, it wasn’t fine. It looked shrunken, as if someone had inserted a straw into it and sucked on it.

“…why are you doing that?”

“It cannot be touched. Because the owner is different.”

For some reason, I looked around with an ominous feeling. At that moment, a bunch standing at the top of a large spruce tree moved like a squirrel and came down to the ground.

“trunnion.”

“Did you find anything?”

“no. I went to Anupad.”

As he said that, he pointed to the north.

“You went? How do you know?”

“Smell. It smells.”

“…smell?”

“yes.”

Ungchi nodded his head with a confident attitude.

“No, you say you can find out even that by smell? Are you a puppy?”

“No, it’s not a dog, it’s not. Yes, I can smell the bunch too. It smells like anupad.”

I quietly scratched my eyebrows while looking at the group that answered with slurred pronunciation.

…well, the senses must have been abnormally high along with agility, so the sense of smell must be good too.

By the way, what the hell is this?

When I checked with Simos again last night, he said that the ‘messenger of the dark world’ would be around here.

Originally, he should have been attached to ‘Robber Baron Albianne’, but

since he died early, he said he would be waiting for another host…

He gave a questioning look, but Simos also looked confused as if he didn’t know why. .

And more suspicious was the whereabouts of ‘Anupad Queen Ramashda’, the boss of Chapter 3. Because among the countless corpses, there was none of Ramashda’s.

“…what the hell is that?”

Had the queen escaped while the other Anupads were dying?

Or did the Queen herself make offerings to her children and leave?

After thinking about it for a while, Mungchi pointed to the south and added his words.

“There are a lot of people over there.”

“huh? what kind of people?”

“Put on your armor. Try to hide.”

At the sudden remark, not only I but also the other party members hardened their expressions.

“…Hiding?”

“yes. wait for us.”

Those who hide and wait in armor. Malice vibrates.

While I was thinking about it for a while, Munchchi opened his mouth again.

“So,”

black eyes glinted like glass beads and scanned the group. Then, a broad smile and a look that seemed to ask for permission.

“We kill them first.”

While everyone was silent, only Utequai quietly clicked his tongue.

“This girl is also strange.”

…was agreed.