“-Why don’t you go eat dinner before you go, Cadet Irene?”
“yes?”
“It’s late at night, so I feel bad about just sending you away. I got this for free.”
“Well, I just prepared it because I wanted to….”
“People have feelings. It’s not right to send them back like this, maid.”
“yes!”
“Please heat up some beef stew and bread.”
“Yes, just leave it to me!”
“… Don’t work too hard, please take it slow.”
“??”
“Yes, I will help you.”
Irene was a quick-witted girl and approached Leila to help her get ready.
At this, Lee Han showed a pleased expression and began to collect the two hatchets hanging on the wall.
“I’ll just chop some wood while I’m getting ready. Cadet Irene, please take good care of the maid.”
“Yes, yes!”
Somehow, it feels like everything is progressing haphazardly.
Irene was in a situation where she had to eat dinner unintentionally, but she secretly thought it was fortunate that she would not have to eat alone.
Even though there is a ghost inside her that chatters ceaselessly, the ghost has no warmth.
‘Are you a considerate person?’
Irene looked at his back as he left the room, and a sense of anticipation rose in her that, contrary to his appearance, he might be a meticulous and caring man.
─However, contrary to her expectations.
Squeak.
“… … .”
As he left the room, his face showed nothing but bleakness, without any hint of warmth or affection.
* * *
Around the quiet cabin.
It seemed like nothing more than a peaceful scene that a speaker would tell to his listeners through a fairy tale, but within that scene, Lee Han inevitably felt a sense of distortion.
He gradually walked forward, holding two hatchets.
“-Come out.”
-… … … .
“For your information, I only give two warnings.”
The moment when Lee Han’s eyes gradually become bright and his spirits gather.
Phew.
‘The guys’ showed up.
A suspicious group dressed in black.
The number was probably over thirty, and Lee Han’s expression did not soften at all as he looked at the group of black people.
at that time.
“Calm down. We are not here to threaten you.”
Among the men dressed in black, the one with the most momentum spoke up and made excuses.
“Ha, you said you weren’t here to threaten me, but why are you giving off such a dangerous vibe?”
“… … .”
“Anyone can see that this is a dangerous group.”
Excuses need to make sense for people to believe them.
Who would believe you if you asked them to believe something that reeks of blood?
but.
“I guess it’s the same for you too.”
“what?”
“If we’re talking about danger, you’re no slouch either, Cheonmin. How can we calm down when you’re right next to the young lady?”
“… Hey, look at this guy?”
It’s called a double whammy.
On the contrary, when I see a guy coming out so confidently, my head gets cold.
Instead, his heartbeat pounded loudly, and Lee Han slowly.
Toouk.
“It won’t work. I’ll let other guys off the hook, but you deserve to get beaten up.”
“gibberish.”
Lee Han threw the axe on the ground and approached the man in black whom he disliked the most, and he followed suit.
“Don’t let it kill you.”
Whether he liked Lee Han’s suggestion or not, he approached him and handed the sword he had brought to someone else.
The next moment.
Phew!
Kwaaang!
The two men began to punch each other without any further conversation.
… … That was the moment when a truly unexpected fistfight began.
* * *
Lee Han’s fists, no, his body, are strong.
Just having the troll’s factor alone would be enough to demonstrate his incredible strength, but he trained his extraordinary body tirelessly to the point where he could defeat a knight with just his physical abilities.
As evidence, there was the deputy captain of the Pollet family who had been beaten up by him the day before.
So, the moment it comes to a fist fight, there are few who can beat Lee Han.
No, you shouldn’t fight with bare hands in the first place.
But.
Boom! Boom!
Boom!
Kuuung!
There’s a fight going on.
No, it’s not like there’s a fight.
Kwajik!
“… I admit it’s quite spicy.”
“Do you only know how to fight with words?”
“Probably not.”
Boom!
Lee Han was being pushed.
Although Lee Han had never lost a physical fight, he was being pushed back at this very moment.
The black-clad man’s fists were sharp and mature, and it was obvious that he had learned proper martial arts.
It was unusual for most knights to focus solely on weaponry, but that was of no interest to them at the moment.
That would be true.
Kwajik!
Because their only interest now was in making the other party ‘submit’.
Lee Han and the man in black clashed their fists.
There was a sudden sound of bones breaking as the heavy fists clashed, but it was not their bones that were broken, but the rocks rolling around at their feet.
Phew!
Lee Han threw jabs one after another like a boxer, and the sound was unusual.
It was a fist that drew six trajectories, and even a single brush would tear flesh.
However, the man in black avoided and knocked away all of Lee Han’s punches, and instead dove into his arms and kicked his calf.
It may lack strength, but it has a sharpness that digs deep into the bones.
Sometimes there are guys like this.
Some people put weight into their strikes, while others put ‘sword’ into their strikes.
Your whole body is like a razor blade, and the more you allow it to be hit, the redder your skin becomes.
However, Lee Han’s blow was not easy.
If the opponent’s blow is like a blade, Lee Han’s blow is like a hammer blow.
Kuuung!
“… Okay, I’ll admit it, Cheonmin. I don’t know about anything else, but your fists are pretty strong.”
As Lee Han’s blow hit the stomach, blood flowed from the corner of the black-clad man’s mouth.
It was a devastating blow, and it wouldn’t be strange if I collapsed right away.
But strangely enough, the guy was fine, and Lee Han wiggled his eyebrows.
“You don’t want to collapse right now?”
“You’re still just talking.”
Boom!
There was no need for long words.
The attacks continued again, and each time, Lee Han and the man in black just ignored defense and simply faced each other with their fists and legs, or simply bounced them off.
A battle of pride.
I don’t know at what point it changed, but the fight between the two men has now become a struggle with no defense and only attack.
If you hit, you get hit. Instead, you get hit more often.
It was a fierce fist fight between two men that was clearly unrivaled by anyone else in terms of striking power, and every time their blows grazed the yard, many things were shattered along with the sound of destruction.
Trees are pierced, rocks are crushed like tofu, and things lying around are destroyed.
“… … .”
“… … .”
Even though it must have been very painful to be hit, the two men didn’t even scream and kept hitting each other, and at some point, more than just striking got involved.
Phew!
Catch style wrestling.
Although it is a form of wrestling that mixes joint and thrusting techniques, it is known as a gentlemanly wrestling that maintains dignity and etiquette.
However, the catch-style wrestling performed by the man in black was not gentlemanly at all, and rather, it was threatening, like a snake coiling around its body.
‘This kid, was he a grappler!?’
It was a chilling perfection that made my liver shiver.
Lee Han admitted it.
This guy either spent his whole life training in a way that rivals my physical abilities, or he was born with crazy talent and physical abilities.
He was stronger than anyone I’d ever met, except for out-of-spec guys like Baltar.
And that’s it.
‘…Fuck, why is this funny?’
Lee Han started to get excited because he found this situation purely amusing.
Even though he wasn’t the type of pervert who liked meeting strong people.
And that’s it.
Phew!
It made him let go of his reins.
‘What kind of guy is that?’
‘There’s someone who’s going to confront Lord Lark head-on…?’
‘… This is ridiculous.’
Meanwhile, the other black-clad men watching the two men’s fight let out a silent gasp of shock.
Who was Sir Lark?
He is a monster who has stood out in the training camp since childhood, and his skills were eventually recognized, to the point that even Duke Galahad said it was absurd.
That is why he was given the name ‘Lake’, which is given only to the best knight of the Galahad family.
But such a Lark is being pushed in a fight against an unknown knight.
You’re fighting well, so why are you making noises like you’re being pushed back?
‘I started using the wonder technique.’
Use grappling techniques.
That was a technique they used when they felt physically exhausted while sparring with the Knight Commander or their respected lord, Duke Galahad.
That’s why the black men thought it was over.
Because I know how sophisticated his skills are, and how terrible they are.
… but.
“… That crazy guy?”
They were shocked again.
Just now, he had shown a striking ability that matched Lark’s, but now he was surprised in a completely different way.
Thud thud!!
“You got up from that state just now? … With just strength?”
In that state of technical difficulty, he, the knight called Lee Han, rose up.
There was a risk that my arms and shoulders would break at the same time, and even my neck was being strangled, but I endured it and raised my body.
With a cracking sound in my arms and shoulders.
“… He’s crazy.”
“It gets better with time anyway.”
“Shall I try it?”
“Try it.”
Bam-!
The sound of breaking things became louder, but Lee Han held on to his body even tighter to prevent the bastard from escaping.
So that you can never escape.
“Don’t let go, I’ll finish you off.”
“Try it.”
Lee Han-ina or Rakna.
Both of them became even more aggressive, as if they had no intention of losing.
The six bones.
Give up the flesh and take the bones.
Even though Lee Han’s throat was blocked and his shoulder was breaking, he prepared to strike down his opponent. On the other hand, Lark tried to use his strength to break Lee Han’s shoulder, but he felt bewildered by the strange situation where it was no longer breaking.
The moment when the battle of pride between two men who were about to make a life-or-death decision was about to end.
[-stop.]
“… … .”
“… … .”
An ‘irresistible third party’ ordered them to put down their pride.
[Make it stop. Let go of Lark’s arm, and you stop too.]
“…If this guy lets go first, what.”
“I will stop if the common people admit defeat.”
[… …Does it sound like I’m asking for something?]
“… … .”
“… … .”
[When you count to three, you put them aside, one, two, three-.]
Bam!
Kuung!
“… Aren’t you letting go?”
“You are the one.”
[……ha.]
They would not listen to me at all, and I saw blood again.
But the two men didn’t stop fighting because of their pride, and the other man sighed as he watched this.
A normal male with little to no madness, contrary to what is written in the materials Lee Han saw.
The master of Galahad at the time.
‘Blake Vivienne de Galahad’
took a deep breath.
It’s painful to see two young men who can’t be stopped.
