My Demons - Chapter 160



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My Villains Episode 160

40. Again, The Chasers (4)

Two groups of soldiers were engaged in an untimely battle of nerves in front of the Yeongjugwan.

“… … Ha, he’s someone I can’t communicate with at all!” The person who raised his voice while riding a horse was Doyle Mullin, the second son of Count Tristan.

He had about twenty guards, most of whom were armed with chain mail and shields.

The coats worn by the soldiers had the emblem of the Mullin family – a white bird clutching a spear – painted on them. They seem to be the count’s family soldiers.

“Bring the Baroness! “I will speak directly!”

In response to Doyle’s threats, which had scratches all over his face, Longville’s training leader, Chester, shook his head.

“I told you that your wife hasn’t coughed yet.”

“so? Are you saying that a guest died in the compound and the owner did not even show his face? “Is this really the right thing to do?”

“… … “I’m sorry, but you haven’t coughed yet.”

When Chester kept giving the same answer like a parrot, Doyle burst out in anger.

“There is absolutely no communication in this damn territory from top to bottom! As the son of the one who rules this region, I can no longer tolerate this!”

Along with him, the soldiers of the Mullin family were ready to attack at any moment.

Longville’s soldiers also aimed their spears at each other, and the chilly early autumn wind swept through the arena.

“••••••Phew.”

As I had a rough idea of ​​what the situation was like, I couldn’t help but sigh.

It seemed like the two groups of soldiers were going to clash with each other at any moment, so I quickly stepped forward.

“What are you doing, Prince Doyle?” “… … “What a Phonics wonder.”

Doyle, who had calmed the galloping horse by pulling on the reins, lifted his neck stiffly and looked down at me.

“I advise you in advance, don’t even think about interfering this time. “This is not a problem that should be discussed between guests, but something that the owner must provide an answer to.”

And the pale sculpture that appears.

Unlike the content of the words, the tone or nuance of speech is ‘Why don’t you try me out?’ It was close to a provocation.

It was clear that it was a troubling situation, but I had no choice but to step forward. This is because I could easily guess that the cause of this mess was me, or to be more precise, the group.

I quietly looked up at Doyle and spoke to him.

“When I heard it, he said something strange.”

“… … “Do you find it strange?”

“Master, do you truly consider yourself a guest of Longville?”

Doyle distorted his chubby face and then burst into laughter.

“Ha, an uninvited guest is not a guest, is this?” “You understand quickly.”

“dare… … . “I come here on behalf of Count Tristan!”

“Isn’t the Count’s representative not Confucius, but a messenger called Muffin or something?”

“It’s not a muffin, it’s a heffin. And I’m his boss.”

I looked slightly surprised.

“It’s amazing that you have the Count’s representative as your subordinate. “Isn’t that the same as treating your father as your subordinate?”

“… … “You talk sophistry, Lord Foy Nix.”

Doyle, who was choosing his words for a moment, suddenly lowered his voice.

“That’s not what’s important right now. “What is important is that a guest was murdered within the territory and the person who acts as the owner of the territory did not care.”

I frowned, repeating to myself, ‘Manage your facial expressions, manage your facial expressions.’

“Who said he was murdered?”

“My important collaborator… … . hmm,”

As I looked back, five men walked forward from among the guards. Four of them were Nudein warriors wearing heavy armor, and the person standing in front of them was Elder Del Oto.

The old man opened his mouth with a smile, as if trying to hide his discomfort.

“This is Maurio, Prince. “He is one of the seven elders of the Al Qadari clan.”

“Oh yeah. “Maurio.”

Doyle nodded and made a somewhat sad face.

“He was strangled horribly. He didn’t deserve to die like that. “Please be embraced by the light.”

“… … Well, I don’t know the English language, but I also express my condolences.”

My conscience pricks me when I remember what I did to Atalanta after throwing away that bastard’s body, but whatever.

“But I still don’t understand. “What does this have to do with the death of Maurio and his acting like this in front of the lord?”

“Who cares? If a guest is murdered, it is natural for the owner to take responsibility for it, if you know honor!”

“You keep talking about an empty guest. How can that person, Maurio, be a guest of the Baroness?”

“what? That’s right… …

As Doyle trailed off, I asked the question again.

“Did that man named Maurio receive an invitation to this estate?”

“I wasn’t invited, but as I said, he was an important ally of mine.”

“It’s the same as Prince Doil, who wasn’t invited either.”

“… … what?”

“Confucius and his party left the cozy residence and stayed at a tavern near the gate. “Much less so did he eat salt and bread.”

“… … “You’re talking about salt and bread, a custom that’s so out of place.”

“Even considering the unsophisticated customs, the Baroness has no obligation to protect the Prince’s group. “If you want to find the murderer, instead of doing this here, you should reprimand the soldiers who were guarding him.”

“••••••under.”

Doyle, who was shaking slightly with his hand holding the reins, soon twisted his mouth.

“I heard Prince Silver raised one snake, but now I see there were not one, but two.”

“… … “I will take this as a compliment.”

Doyle even wiped away his forced smile and just glared at me.

Let’s do that for a while. A group of men and horses were running towards us from the residential area. Doyle, who had been silent, quickly smiled in triumph.

“Lord Esselda!”

“Confucius.”

“A true knight and the best swordsman has finally arrived.” Those who appeared on horseback were Sir Esselda, Atalanta, and four or five horsemen. Sir Esselda took the reins and approached Doyle with a calm expression.

“We caught the culprit.”

“… … “You caught the criminal?”

“He was a pimp in a brothel. “He was carrying Elder Mauriot’s belongings.”

When Doyle’s face contorted, I had to do my best to hide my expression. This is because Atalanta, who made eye contact with her, secretly winked.

“… … “You mean he died in a brothel?”

“Several prostitutes came forward as witnesses. “I heard an argument during the early hours of the morning, and the pimp used a rope to strangle Maurio.”

Doyle, who was listening to her, made a grim expression and looked back at Elder Del Auto. But Del Auto also had a devastated expression on his face.

“Atilia, come here!”

As Atilia got off the horse and approached, the elder whispered softly to her.

It was

“Is what Lord Esselda said true?”

“yes.”

“What about the pendant?”

“Here you go.”

Elder Del Auto gritted his teeth as he was handed the shattered pendant. Then he suddenly swung his hand and slapped him.

Blood flowed from Atalanta’s face as she turned around, probably because of the ring that Del Auto was wearing.

“Those X arms-”

Just as I was about to shout and go forward, Atalanta quickly raised her hand and stopped me.

Her cold, sunken amber eyes asked, ‘You decided not to come forward, right?’ He seemed to be saying.

As I stopped, gritting my teeth, Doyle, who had been busy rolling his eyes, smiled wryly.

“Ha, it was something like that.”

He looked at Atalanta and then at me and then chuckled darkly.

“I was just wondering why Nudein women were so expensive. There was a separate owner? The best warrior of the Nudein tribe and Prince Ulkar’s Gi Sara. “It suits you very well.”

When Atalanta and I showed no reaction, a startled Del Auto quickly stepped forward.

“What do you mean by that, Confucius? “I understand that this may be an unfair consideration, but the Al Qadari clan has no relationship with Prince Silver.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Doyle smiled heartily and continued.

“You’ll know that when you watch… … . “I hope you guys can prove that my ‘delusions’ are in vain.”

“that

The wrinkled face instantly became pale. Del Otto, who was about to say something, was silenced by Sir Esselda’s soft cough.

“Enough of the chaos. “Let’s leave, Confucius.”

“… … okay. Let’s go, Lord Esselda.”

Doyle pulled the reins and was about to turn around when he suddenly looked back at me as if he had remembered something.

“ah. “Can I ask you just one question?”

“… … “What question do you mean?”

“I often hear news of your lord from the border with the Mitergeland. “Did you hear the scriptures?”

The Mitergeland Empire is a country bordering the west of the Kingdom of Milan. Did you say that war breaks out frequently in the western plateau near the border?

“… … I didn’t hear it. “I’m not very good at rumors.”

“is it? I heard that they defeated the two Electors in 15 days and are solidifying their battle lines… … . Ha, what a great guy he is.”

For a count’s second son to say something like that to a prince, it was extremely rude.

However, Ulkar was ignored by high-ranking nobles, as his reputation did not match his reputation.

After the Thousand Day War, Ulkar not only had an affair with several great nobles, but also became very jealous and wary of his brothers. Crucially, his father, the King, is under suspicion that he is an illegitimate child, so he cannot be treated well… … .

“But, I heard a strange rumor.”

“What if it’s a strange rumor?”

“The Margrave of Landry. “I knew you were on good terms with Prince Silver, but these days, I heard you’re acting like a very loyal servant.”

“… … “Isn’t it natural to feel good about them since we worked together to stop the enemy’s invasion?”

“Huh, it’s not that big of a problem.”

Doyle slowly approached by driving his horse, lowered his upper body and whispered.

“As you know, the Margrave is a traitor.

“Isn’t he famous for having fun?”

“Prince Ulkar is a man more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.”

What kind of bullshit is this crazy bastard talking about?

Doyle’s smile grew a little deeper, as if he was enjoying my disgusted gaze.

“Someone said that Prince Ulkar buys loyalty in exchange for his body. Oh, Lord. “I’m praying that it’s just a rumor.”

“… … This is bullshit, so there is no need to waste your energy praying. “Is that what you want to ask?”

“Oh, of course not.”

A faint smile ignites a fire inside. Right now, I wanted to drag him down from the horse, rip out his tongue, and gouge out his eyes.

“I was just wondering why renowned knights, including you, were flocking to Prince Ulkar.”

“But when I heard that rumor this time, an interesting thought occurred to me. Maybe a king

To the knights under his command… Um,

“I wonder if it’s something like a ‘special gift.’”

“Confucius.”

Lord Esselda, who was examining my complexion, warned me in a heavy voice, but Doyle was still smiling heartily.

“I’d like to know the secret, too.”

“Did you receive such a gift from Prince Gyeongdo? I wonder what kind of gift it was if you received it. Was it the mouth, or was it,”

After hearing that, I threw the gloves I was wearing at him.

puck!

“Ugh,”

Perhaps too much force was used, and Doyle suffered a nosebleed after being hit by the heavy leather gloves.

“Confucius!”

As Doyle stumbled on his horse, the guards became alarmed and caused an uproar. I paid it no heed and glared at him and growled.

“Get down, this is a cub.” Even though he was challenged by knights with all kinds of nicknames, including the Bloody Swordsman, the Bloody Beacon, the Beheader, and the Red Knight of the Silver Prince, Doyle had a very calm face.

With a cloth covering his nostrils, he was sitting on a chair brought by the guards and sipping from a glass of alcohol.

“It was a useless act of generosity, Lord Esselda.”

The reason Doyle was able to be so relaxed was because of his champion, Esselda Horton.

“It is dishonorable to fight an unarmed enemy.”

“… … flaw. “It is important to protect your honor, but please also think about my honor.”

“You’re not going to watch Count Tristan’s son get slapped by Ulkar’s knight, are you?”

Esselda tightened the straps of her vambrace and looked across.

Her opponent, Phoenics, was wearing armor and was assisted by a bald-headed, stocky, square-jawed mercenary.

Rufus, magical chain armor made with gray wolf fur.

It was a very familiar item to Esselda. It was the armor worn by a comrade who proposed to him about 20 years ago.

It seemed like preparations would be over quickly. Esselda studied Phoenix in silence before opening her mouth.

“It was a stupid thing to do.”

“… … “What did you say?”

“I’m saying that provoking Lord Phoenix was a foolish thing to do. Even if I win, I have nothing to gain, and if I lose, the Count’s dignity will be damaged.”

It was an obvious fact. Esselda was the most prestigious among the knights owned by Count Tristan.

Despite her words, Doyle just smiled.

“Ha, were you at all afraid of losing?”

“I’m not scared. “It’s unpleasant.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“yes. “You came to use the sword for Confucius, right?”

“… … “You are rude, Lord Esselda.”

“Wouldn’t it be ruder than appointing someone who isn’t even my subject as the great warrior?” Doil was silent for a moment as the middle-aged woman shot back. Then she smiled brightly and patted Esselda on the shoulder.

“If that’s the case, I apologize. But don’t be too angry. “This is definitely for our territory.”

“… … “Work for the territory?”

“exactly.”

Doyle whispered to Esselda as he glared at Phoenix, who kicked him in the shin.

“How happy will your father be if you successfully defeat him? You will feel that you have washed away some of the humiliation suffered by Ulkar. “It would be better if I killed him.” “It doesn’t matter if you lose. I’ll give you three harsh slaps. “I am not such a petty person.”

Doyle was constantly shaking his head while smiling like that.

‘It’s not that it doesn’t matter, Sir Ethel, it’s better for you to lose. ‘It would be best if I died.’

What Doyle wanted was for not only Count Tristan but the entire Mullin family to become Prince Ulkar’s enemies. If that causes his sister, who will become a countess in a few years, to be distracted outside the estate rather than inside, she will be able to ‘buy time to dig for gold and gather mercenaries.’

As Doyle smiled and showed his teeth, Esselda walked forward without hiding her displeasure. This is because Phoenix has finished preparing for the duel.

Two knights stood facing each other in a vacant lot in the middle of Longville.

A duel of knights.

It was a duel in which jousting was omitted by mutual agreement, but that did not make it any less interesting. This is thanks to the reputation that the two knights have.

It was a sight rarely seen in a mountainous area like Longville. Because so many soldiers and onlookers had set up a human tent, the young children had climbed up the tree early and settled down.

A middle-aged woman armed with plate armor and a two-handed sword raised her face armor.

“Ethelda of the Horton family.”

“… … Poi nix.”

The cold-looking young man tightened his long metal helmet and looked behind Esselda.

“It must be hard work to fight a duel for that guy.”

“I’m just doing my duty.”

As if it were a question-and-answer dance, Esselda took a stance, raising both her swords.

He covered his forehead with a crosshair, aimed at the opponent’s eyes with the tip of his sword, kept his chest and back upright, bent his knees slightly, and placed his weight on his hind feet. Admiration erupted from all over the place at the flawless and excellent posture.

Poinix also pulled out his sword. He lowered his posture, pulled his left arm close and covered himself with a shield from under his eyes to above his knees, and his right arm was extended long, pointing his sword forward.

Following a brief standoff, Esselda suddenly kicked the ground.

“Sigh,”

She took a short breath and developed her thrusts. It appeared to her to be an ordinary thrust, but Esselda momentarily let go of her left hand, which was holding her pummel.

The two-handed sword was stretched out with his left hand outstretched. The lychee doubled in size in an instant, as if being stabbed with a spear.

Despite the lightning speed and sudden change of direction, the tip of Esselda’s sword was aimed precisely at Phoenix’s eyes. It was a sophisticated movement that went beyond common sense.

Kang!

Phoenix blocked the attack with his shield. He was fast, but not fast enough to put him out of his senses.

Esselda, who had been stabbed, naturally swung the handle. Before she knew it, the black gun she was holding in both hands was rushing to her bottom, making an eerie sound.

Phoenix, who was watching the sword’s trajectory, sheathed the sword at the exact moment.

Kagak-

Esselda took a step back. By shaking his hand and neck, he simply shook off the tangled blade. Almost simultaneously, she swung her handle above her head and unleashed a barrage of sword strikes left and right at him.

Kagagagagang!

As the two-handed sword struck the shield and blade countless times, a fierce metallic sound erupted. It was as if four or five blacksmiths were pounding on the anvil without stopping.

Esselda’s offensive did not last long. This is because Phoenics struck his sword hard and at the same time struck his breastplate with the blade of his shield.

bang

“nice,”

It was as powerful as a battering ram, but Esselda shook off the shock with a short sound and regained her stance.

Green eyes mixed with brown opened the sword in both hands. Esselda, who noticed that a couple of teeth were chipped, took a fresh look at Phoenix’s sword.

A spider web-like pattern faintly engraved on the milky blade… … .

Esselda opened her mouth as she looked at the sword that seemed to be alive and breathing at first glance.

“It’s a famous sword. “Does it have a name?”

Poynix smiled, looking at the opponent who did not lose his breath despite the intense movements.

“This is Hrunting.”

“Hrunting. Right.”

“Your sword?”

“••••••Lily.”

Phoenix took another look at Esselda’s two-handed sword. It had a fearsome appearance, with a length that seemed to exceed 160 centimeters and even a paring hook.

Esselda, who felt somewhat embarrassed by that gaze, added her words.

“That’s what they called me.”

“hmm. “It’s a good sword.”

“Thank you.”

The conversation ended with that.

The fight that followed did not stop for a single moment. For a whopping twenty minutes.

Lily became a mess, and Wonshield became a rag. Countless lines were drawn on the plate armor, and an iron helmet with its collar cut off was rolling around on the floor.

“Kkoaap!”

Ezel Da exquisitely blocked the Hrunting attack that Poinix struck with his crown stance. A force that was unbelievable for a human being crushed the lily. Esselda stepped next to him and released his strength.

Since this was already the third time the pattern had been experienced, Phoenix took a bold move. With a single breath, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the back of Esselda’s thigh.

Esselda’s reaction was even more astute. Twisting her two-handed sword, she threw Hrunting aside. As Phoenics, who had let go of her sword, bent down and lifted herself up, Esselda quickly pulled a dagger from her belt.

Sigh!

“Ugh,”

Poynix’s body, which was already full of scratches, was once again scarred. The dagger aimed under his wing bone penetrated as deep as two knuckles of his fingers, and all strength went out of his arm.

“X8-!”

For a moment, as Poynix cursed, Esselda’s body floated in the air like a straw doll.

The subsequent fall.

bang!

“Ugh!”

Esselda, who was hit from the back, missed the dagger and gritted her teeth. Phoenics quickly swung her fist, pushing her down.

Wow!

The blow, which could split a bull’s head in one blow, dented the helmet.

Esselda clenched her angular jaw and tried to quickly roll her body to get out of the crushed position, but Phoenix’s mount posture was too firm.

“Heh O heh” –, —–

Phoenix, who had a long sword wound on his forehead and his entire face was covered in blood, was pressing down on Esselda, panting like an animal. He tightened his legs around her waist and draped his right arm under her arm.

“Keuuuuuuu!”

Esselda spit out blood foam and swung her left fist wildly. The heavy gauntlet struck his chin, chest, and shoulders. Phoenics gritted his teeth and twisted his shoulders.

Pop!

“Kkoaaak!”

As soon as her right elbow was shattered, Esselda let out a tearful scream. Then, Phoenix’s fist exploded into the golden face again.

bang

The helmeted head bounced like a ball on the floor, and Sir Esselda fainted.

“Huh ouh o ” ■ ■ “, Poynix, who had been catching her breath for a moment, staggered and stood up.

The scratches had already healed. But the blood that flowed from there was still soaking his whole body.

“ha-”

While Poynix let out a long breath, the surrounding area was filled with silence.

Someone might have cheered because the duel was over, but for some reason, no one made a sound.

Phoenix picked up Hrunting, put it in its sheath, and then walked towards the soldiers of the Mullin family.

“… … Okay, stop! “Stop!”

Several soldiers shouted and drew their swords. The knight covered in blood frowned quietly.

“You have to keep your promises, right? Move.”

When Mullin’s cavalry faltered, Poi Nix roughly pushed them away.

“… … “Wait a minute, Lord Phoenics.”

As the guards withdrew, Doyle, whose face became melancholy, tried to smile.

“Good, good. Since Sir has won, I will take back what I said. so,”

Wow!

Doyle was thrown around violently in the palm of Phoenix’s swing. It was a bonus to have three or four sharp molars cutting through the air.

“… … “Grrrrrrrr.”

“Do, do, Prince!”

The opponent had already rolled his eyes and fainted, but Phoenix seemed to have no intention of paying attention. He grabbed Doyle by the collar and this time hit the other cheek with the back of his hand.

Wow!

Again, several molars fell out and blood spurted out.

When the target of their guard was in a near-death state after only two ear-piercing blows, the soldiers could not help but stamp their feet.

“••••••Phew.”

Poynix, brushing up his disheveled hair, threw Doyle away and looked back at the soldiers.

“Tell me when this bastard wakes up.”

“••••••yes?” “Tell them that you will save the last one.”

The knight smiled as he looked back at the contemplative soldiers.

“You can’t kill me, right?”

“… … Ah, I understand.”

“good. “Get out now.”

As he watched the soldiers take Doyle and Esselda and retreat, Phoenix let out a long sigh.