My Demons - Chapter 48



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My Villains Episode 048

13. Army of the Young Lion (3)

“Hey, Poi!”

While I was watching the magic bandits retreating, I heard a familiar voice.

“Ellen? “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I told you clearly, but you’re alone again-”

The guy who was wheezing for some reason looked around and swallowed his words.

Behind Ellen, who ran at a brisk pace, Mr. Luke and Arnal also appeared. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to be seriously injured.

Ellen, who was letting off her anger with a sigh, looked at my condition and stammered with a white face.

“-Are you okay?”

What might have surprised him was that I had been stabbed with a spear and hit with an arrow, leaving me completely injured. It wouldn’t have been surprising if it collapsed right away, but thanks to its tough vitality, it was still worth holding on.

Swallowing the words, ‘Are you going to be okay?’, he broke the arrow shaft stuck in his thigh and stopped Ellen from taking out the potion.

“Okay, that’s enough. “It’s not like I’m going to die.”

“still,”

“I said it was done. What about Grania? “Have you not seen Grania?”

As I looked around and asked, a man next to me took off his helmet and burst into laughter.

“Ha, you are a friend with great camaraderie. “The injured mercenary will have been taken to the priest’s tent, so don’t worry.” It was the same driver who had just given me a ride.

I bowed my head, recalling the gold-clad knight calling his name.

“Thank you, Lord Randell. “Thanks to you, I survived.”

Lord Randel tilted his head for a moment and then smiled bitterly.

“I guess there was some misunderstanding. I am not a knight. “I’m just a soldier.”

“•••yes?”

A soldier, not even a knight, is heavily armed with plate armor and rides a horse?

When I showed signs of not understanding, Lord Randel, or rather Mr. Landel, frowned as if it was strange.

“I thought you were a mercenary with a knife, but I guess you’ve never seen a knight before?”

“Uh, that’s-”

“Well, that’s not what’s important right now. Everyone follow me. “My lord will find it.”

After saying that, Mr. Randel handed the reins to his colleague and walked away. Then Arnal, who had been standing quietly, quickly approached me and wrapped his left arm around my shoulder.

” are you okay?”

“Ugh, I can walk alone.”

“That’s stupid. And then the scars get worse.”

Arnal quietly whispered, perhaps not knowing that Ellen was glancing in this direction for no reason.

“thank you.”

“what.”

“Grania. “Thank you for not throwing me away.” “Thank you. “I did the obvious thing.”

“•••You make unfamiliar sounds so naturally.”

While looking at his surroundings out of the corner of his eye, supported by someone who didn’t know if it was his shoulder or armrest, Arnal opened his mouth with a grin.

“The knights are over there.”

“huh? So these people… …

“It must be a sickness of noble nobles or something like that.”

The six heavy cavalrymen, excluding Mr. Landel, were leading their horses to the stables and putting on the reins.

They were all wearing similar armor, consisting of several iron plates attached to chain armor.

There were a total of six knights who appeared to be knights, and they were especially noticeable because they were wearing colorful capes or had emblems engraved on their shields.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that, unlike the heavy cavalry, each one was wearing unique and stylish plate armor.

Ankir, who wielded a two-handed sword, and the blue cloak, who showed off his tough thrusts, were indeed knights.

They entrusted their barded horses to other heavy cavalry or other subordinates and were heading toward the barracks in the center of the garrison.

While looking at the knights’ armor, golden hair suddenly appeared from the right side.

“Poi, look over there.”

“huh? what?”

Ellen gestured to the flag waving next to her.

It was a flag with the emblem of a golden lion engraved on it.

“There must be royalty here.” Only then did I remember the name of this place.

‘The Prince’s Garrison’.

Contrary to the name, you cannot meet the prince here in the game.

This is because when the player arrived at the garrison, the prince was away.

So, it was ‘Arrogant Lord Lyam’ who received the castle lord’s letter from the player.

Wait, now that I think about it-

This place was hundreds of kilometers away from the capital. It would be very rare for a noble royal to lead an army this far away.

No, it’s not rare… As far as I know, there was only one prince who would have been in this situation.

I wasn’t sure because I didn’t read the script. But if my guess is correct, the owner of this garrison is-

“Bring out your weapon.”

The soldier guarding the barracks gave a firm order. My group and I obediently disarmed and entered the large tent. The tent was filled with fifteen men.

There were seven knights wearing plate armor, two wizards wearing robes, a priest with a true cross attached to his neck, three soldiers wearing wide plate-like helmets, and two neatly dressed servants.

I looked around the tent again, but there was no one dressed ‘proudly’.

Seeing me looking around, a knight raised his mask and asked in a loud voice.

“What are you looking for, friend?” He was a large knight who wielded his two-handed sword. At first glance, he seemed to be about half a span taller than me, and his body was spread out considerably from the side.

He had a messy beard and his face was full of scars, giving him a very fierce look.

I thought for a moment and answered.

“I was looking for the owner of this tent, Lord Ankir.”

Lord Ankir burst out laughing at my answer, and Arnal muttered with wide eyes.

“Ankir? ‘Great’ Ankir?”

“okay. I am the ‘giant’ Ankir.”

Arnal’s face turned white as he heard Lord Ankir’s laughing voice.

“Well, uh… “Please forgive my rudeness, Sir.”

“Tell me why you were chased by magic bandits, mercenary girl. Depending on your answer, I will decide whether to forgive you or not.”

There was a faint look of anticipation in Lord Ankir’s eyes as he asked that question.

Not befitting his dirty appearance, his eyes were large and clear, like those of a cow.

“We are messengers from South Harbor.”

“messenger?”

“yes. “I brought you a letter from the Lord of Seong.”

In response to my answer, the knight wearing a blue cloak raised his headgear.

“The Count of Saban knows we are here?”

“I don’t know their exact identity, but I assume they are reinforcements sent by a nearby lord, Lord Langbolt.”

“•••Do you know me?”

The knight with a stocky physique and a stylish mustache was Langbold Earl Shore, nicknamed ‘Roaring Wave’, or rather, ‘Yelling Wave’.

Like Ankir, I remembered him thanks to his impressive performance in the game.

“I had heard rumors about Lord Langbolt, so I guessed it.”

“It’s a rumor.”

“I heard that you are a very good dancer.”

Sir Langbolt, who had a shocked expression on his face, soon smoothed his mustache and asked a question.

“•••Then do you know who the owner of this camp is?”

“I’m making a rough guess.”

The atmosphere in the tent became cold at my answer.

•••what? Did I make a mistake?

While I was in a panic, a knight with a colorful feather decoration on his helmet pulled out his sword.

visor!

“As expected, he is a suspicious person! What are they doing? “Hurry up and stop arresting him!”

What kind of bullshit is this? I’m so embarrassed that I can’t even speak.

But fortunately, the other knights did not move at all, with their arms crossed or their wrists resting on their pummels.

After hearing the shouts, the soldiers stormed into the tent, but a young voice stopped them.

“no. “There is no need for that.”

“One, my lord-”

“Enough, Sir Lyam. “I wonder if you would have sent someone all the way to Saven.”

“… Okay. “Do as you wish.”

The person who came forward to dissuade the knight was wearing armor decorated with gold. It was the same knight who was shooting an arrow with a hundred arrows.

He turned to me, wearing a lion-faced helmet.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Phoenix.”

Upon closer inspection, the gold decorations on the shoulders and chest resembled the mane of a lion. It was an incomparably extravagant outfit compared to other knights.

“Phoenix. “What is your last name?”

“The last name is-”

Phoenix was either the bastard son of a nobleman or a descendant of a fallen nobleman. So it was natural for him to have a last name… .

“•••doesn’t exist.”

•••Is there any way I can remember?

“Hmm. “So, you’re saying he’s just a mercenary?”

“That’s right.”

Dark blue eyes twinkled through a small gap in the faceplate.

“It’s a strange thing. “You’re dealing with blood magic in a mere mercenary subject.”

“Your skills aren’t average either. “He cut down several cavalrymen.”

“Well, I was lucky.”

The knight wearing armor imitating a golden lion burst into laughter and turned his head to the other knights.

“What do you think, Lord Ankir? “If you are a wonder, how many magic enemies can you kill without riding a horse?”

Then Ankir knocked on his breastplate and

He shouted.

“Don’t you know my skills, my lord? “For idiots like me, it’s no problem even if a hundred people come!”

“Haha, I thought you would answer like that. “What about Lord Langbolt?”

After receiving the question, Langbold touched his mustache and shrugged his shoulders.

“It will vary depending on the terrain and momentum. But in normal cases, you can easily cut down about six or seven times.”

“Six or seven. “Is that even true for Gyeong, a famous prosecutor in the eastern part of the country?”

The gold-adorned knight turned his gaze towards me again. When I felt eyes scanning me, I kept my mouth shut.

There was silence for a moment, and the driver shrugged his shoulders.

“There would be no idiot in the world who would use such a talented person as a ganja or assassin. Isn’t that right, Sir Lyam?”

“•••That is correct, my lord.”

“Okay then… Answer me, mercenary Phoenix. Are you guessing who the owner of this place is?”

Damn, how should I answer this?

I hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened my mouth due to the anticipation in the driver’s gaze.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

“… haha!”

The knight burst out laughing at my answer and immediately took off his helmet. Shiny silver feet poured down my neck like a waterfall.

The knight was indeed a man with a beautiful appearance.

A solid physique that matches an upright posture, long hair that falls down to the chest, long and straight eyebrows, thin but deep eyes, a sharp and tall nose bridge, and a red lip that contrasts with the white skin, so he looks middle-sex at first glance. The impression created a mysterious atmosphere.

chin

I stumbled and got down on one knee.

I was roughly imitating something I saw in a movie, but seeing as the other party members also knelt down, I guess it wasn’t a bad etiquette.

Looking down at the group, the prince, who was in his mid-twenties, smiled beautifully.

“Nice to meet you, messengers of South Harbor.” The low voice seemed to become much clearer after taking off the helmet.

When he suddenly looked up, his gold-engraved mane had lost its shine due to being covered in blood and dust.

However, the long silver hair that rested on top of the breastplate was shining dizzyingly in the torchlight.

“I am Ulkar, the third son of His Majesty La Ionel III, King of Milan.”

A majestic warrior, bravery leading the knights, a strangely beautiful appearance and a pleasant voice – Prince Ulkar was a man who could steal your heart even if you were meeting him for the first time.

In front of that strange charm, my body stiffened with vigilance.

It was not because of high status. It wasn’t because of the knights surrounding him or because of the pain coming from where the arrow hit.

I opened my mouth, trying not to look awkward.

“It is an honor to meet Your Highness the Third Prince.”

Saying that, I bowed my head to the boss of the sixth chapter.

“Raise your head. “There are many stories I want to hear.”

As he said that, the man smiled brightly, like something out of a fairy tale book.

He was a man who would later be called the ‘King of Murder’.