Deokgu
‘hmm···.’
Baron Fullfoot swallowed his sigh as he looked at the man standing before him.
‘A knight bearing the royal seal. But not on official duty. How tricky.’
That guy called a knight has eyes as cloudy as dark clouds and smells like anger.
‘Was the problem that the amount was raised?’
It was initially planned to be 20 gold, but the meeting results showed that there was a limit to how much could be raised with that amount and it was difficult to tie it up, so it was raised to 40 gold.
I was thinking of giving out 20 gold immediately upon winning and tying up the remaining 20 gold in the form of giving out 5 gold per month···.
‘So that’s how it came back. But 40 gold isn’t enough to move even an imperial knight, right?’
Baron Fullfoot frowned as he watched Adela reveal her discomfort without hiding it. It seemed as if the leash had become looser now that there were three of them and now they were alone.
“It’s called ‘Luscious’ Kurten.”
The bastard’s expression was confident as he said the nickname ‘Luscious’ with his own mouth. He was an unfathomable bastard.
‘I’m tired.’
I started to feel a sudden fatigue from the fact that this wasn’t just a simple and ignorant article.
“Baron Fullputs, Lord of Castle Cassadick.”
Baron Fullfoot wasn’t stupid enough to show his emotions on his face. He just wore his usual bored expression.
“What brings the Imperial Knights to such a remote place?”
“hmm···.”
He continued speaking without confirming or denying the words ‘Imperial Knights’.
“I came here because they said there were flowers from the East. My hobby is flower arranging.”
Fullfoot’s expression almost broke at the guy’s lustful provocation that followed. He even stuck his tongue out, looking more like a commoner than a knight.
“I’m sorry, but this flower has a master.”
Pulphutz was slightly relieved that Fener had not yet officially broken off his engagement.
“Oh, that’s okay. I’ll just look at it and smell it.”
The guy who finished speaking stuck his tongue out a little.
‘You’ve crossed the line.’
Fullfoot opened his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Are you harassing a girl who has someone to marry right now?”
“Oh, I thought you were talking about flowers. The flower was a virgin. The two are so similar that they are often confused.”
The guy smiled playfully and took a step back. Baron Fullfoot calmed his seething inside as he watched the shameless guy.
‘Do you have the power to punish that bastard?’
I looked at the only remaining knight, Adela. There was no way Adela could defeat someone with the imperial seal.
‘It would be unconscionable to wish for him.’
It was they who decided the line now.
Fullfoot retreated when he had the chance to do so.
If you hold out, you’ll just end up giving them an excuse.
“It was a misunderstanding. The flower of the east represents my daughter, so be careful.”
“Haha! The flowers of the East? I’m really looking forward to it. How beautiful it will be – and how fragrant it will be.”
The guy who was watching the reaction pushed his foot in again.
This time, a little deeper.
‘It feels like I’m dealing with a gloomy nobleman rather than a knight.’
The guy didn’t just push with force, he snaked around and prodded at the surroundings.
But Baron Fullfoot was also a nobleman.
“Oh, that’s too bad. The child is in the middle of saying the ‘Virgin’s Prayer’.”
The most important thing to keep in mind while holding the tournament was Vivian’s safety. When men gather together, they naturally start talking about beauties, and Vivian was an undeniable beauty.
Fullfoots knew from ancient times that knights were nothing more than mercenaries who pretended to be serious… no, they were worse than that, so he prepared for him.
What he came up with was ‘The Virgin’s Prayer’.
A virgin preparing for marriage continues to pray without leaving her room or meeting any men.
It was an old tradition that few people remembered, but it was still a church event. If he insisted on meeting Vivian after hearing about it, he would have to turn away from both Pulpouts and the church at the same time.
Even if it had the royal seal on it, it would have been burdensome unless it was on official business.
“The Virgin’s Prayer… It really has a fragrant aroma. It also brings a thrilling sense of betrayal.”
The guy still displayed his blatant lust, but seemed to be taking a step back.
And yet the guy stuck out his tongue like a snake and twisted his fingers in an ugly way. It was a low-level provocation.
Fullfoot could have laughed it off any time.
However, an accident occurred nearby.
“Insolent! How dare you harass a young lady! Don’t you have any honor as a knight?!”
‘Damn it, Adela!’
Pulpouts hurriedly turned his head at the scream that erupted from beside him. He tried to calm Adela down by slapping her cheek, but…
Adela’s gloves were already pounding against the guy’s chest plate.
“It’s a duel! You lowly bastard! I’ll show you what a knight is!!”
“···Hoo.”
A bright smile appeared on the guy’s face. Pulpouts bit his lips hard at the upturned corners of his mouth, as if he was biting the nape of his prey.
The guy has taken his prey by storm.
‘There’s no turning back.’
Only then did Fullfoot realize that the bastard was not after him, but that stupid and dull Adela.
‘He must have shown his dislike from the moment he came in.’
It was a painful mistake to think that he had the leash. The knight was a strong beast, and he often forgot to break the leash and acted as he pleased.
Chae-Ang-!
Adela pointed her sword at the guy.
“This flower isn’t bad, but I don’t like the smell of sweat.”
The guy pulled out a sharp sword and a flat sword.
The situation has already occurred.
‘Can you win?’
Pulpouts knew that there were those who were relatively stronger in duels, but there were no absolute stronger ones. If they fought a hundred times, the results would be different every time.
Pulpouts narrowed his eyes as he watched the two clashing swords.
However, it didn’t take long for the results to come out.
“Ugh···.”
Adela was on her knees, holding her shoulder, from which blood was streaming down her face.
Fullfoot didn’t even see how things were going.
There was a sharp sound and a flash of light, and Adela was in that state. The guy was teasing Adela by poking her in her vital parts with a sharp knife.
‘If you’re going to come out with confidence, you should at least compete.’
I wanted to cut off Adela’s head right away, but unfortunately, she was the only knight of Cassadic.
“Just stop there.”
Baron Fullfoot said, rising from his seat.
“I don’t know about you, Baron, but in a duel between knights, the moment you lose, you become the enemy’s prisoner.”
“I know.”
“then?”
“What do you want?”
The guy who had been poking Adela’s chest smiled brightly.
“I heard that the prize money for the tournament is 40 gold. But gold doesn’t mean much to me···.”
That’s right-
The unpleasant sound of the guy’s sword scraping Adela’s armor filled the surroundings.
“I would like to change the prize for the winner this year. For example, to something like a tasting. Something like a scent.”
The guy’s face couldn’t hide the expression on his face as he aimed for Adela’s nape and smiled brightly.
There was no choice.
The guy who got the answer he wanted went back, leaving a red dot on Adela’s neck.
Knight Adela hit her head hard against the ground with a thud, blood streaming from her shoulder.
‘Stupid and dull···.’
Fullfoot’s mouth was watering with swear words, but it had already happened. Getting angry here would only end up hurting himself.
My head was pounding, so I pressed my temples and thought about the possible scenarios. Right now, the only problem was that he had to not win the tournament…
‘Is there any way to stop him?’
Knock knock!
He glanced at Adela, who continued to hit her head while bleeding from her forehead, and shook his head.
Of all the cards he had at the moment, that was the best.
If you think broadly…
‘I thought it was Aaron.’
A man who easily defeated the skeleton that disabled the inner guards with his single body. The man’s strength was unknown.
Of course, there’s no way I could beat the royal knights…
Of all the cards I currently have, this is the only one whose value is not visible.
‘···Or the participation of other strong people.’
Fullfoot got up from his seat and headed towards the table.
Even if you look at it optimistically, you couldn’t move a strong person of the level of an imperial knight with 40 gold.
My head was spinning and I couldn’t continue thinking.
Fullfoot found a rather expensive pain-relieving candle to soothe his headache.
‘Where did the candlestick go?’
Pulpouts frowned as he looked at the candles rolling around on the table.
However, since it was urgent, I just picked up the candle and lit it.
Eventually, as the headache subsided, thoughts began to flow again, and there was no place in his mind for the candlestick.
***
The excitement of the tournament was extremely hot.
The increased number of visitors was not only visitors, but also quite a few guardsmen turned out, as the lord had emphasized that anyone could participate.
’40 gold is enough to challenge it.’
The articles I’ve collected so far haven’t been very useful, except for that unlucky guy.
There was no Aura usage allowed in this tournament, so it was worth it.
There was a pouch of 40 gold coins with my name engraved on it lying on the ground, and I couldn’t ignore it.
So I called the carriage drivers together to get the armor.
Since the lord had permitted my participation, I could just go ahead and do it, but I had to be careful to avoid any troublesome things that might happen.
“What…what is going on! Aaron!”
The loudest of the bunch of cartmen stood up and asked. They were huddled together as if they were going to eat me.
“It’s nothing special, just the hand of the guy in armor.”
At that, I scratched my head and raised my right hand.
A few of the carriage drivers raised their hands slightly, glancing around.
After I sent the rest of them away, I looked through the armor on their wagon and chose the ones I liked.
“This deal is confidential.”
He said this in a threatening tone, adding a small amount of money, and the guy who sold me the armor nodded with an expression that was a mixture of crying and laughing.
‘Black armor···.’
I nodded, thinking that the black full set I bought for the guy didn’t look bad.
It wasn’t as good as the armor I have now, but it wasn’t bad considering it was something I got in a hurry.
“Oh, I bought one whole, but there’s no service? This is so frustrating.”
The guy who had been slowly moving away suddenly stopped at my muttering.
“Oh… Now that I think about it, you’re missing your right shoulder blade? There’s no part as important as the shoulder blade. Come to think of it, I have one left over from last time…”
As a special guard privilege, I was able to receive a nice pair of blue shoulder pads as a courtesy. Judging by the age, it seemed to be the only piece of gear that hadn’t sold.
It was a very good shoulder armor that had a heavy iron sound when I tapped on it.
When I roughly estimated the price, it was only a little more than that, even including the shoulder pads.
‘Well, I have 40 gold.’
I threw him another gold coin because I was going to get rich. He laughed and I laughed. It was a great deal.
After putting the shoulder pad on my right side and bringing the armor back to the room, I joined Kel, who was patrolling.
“···Did you even manage to get the blue one?! Where on earth did you get these horrible things···.”
Kel was horrified when he saw the newly acquired shoulder armor.
“An ignorant fool who doesn’t know romance.”
Kel muttered as if he had a lot to say, but I shook my fist and he swallowed his words.
As the number of visitors to the tournament grew, there was so much to do that they even assigned us two guard posts.
Of course, as I got busier, patrols became more fun.
Those guys with knives would drink and get into trouble, no matter what time of day or night it was.
Those who drank alcohol and had swords attached to their sides were bragging as if they had won the tournament right away. Of course, there were some pretty skilled ones among them who caused trouble by causing trouble.
Like that guy.
“Poohahaha! Iron Fist! Centura! Winner! Invincible! Fist!”
He was a guy who would swear and swing his fists, but he seemed to have some skills, as there were quite a few guys lying around.
‘Your speech sucks.’
The guy’s speech was so unique that it washed out all other characteristics.
“Chief… Chief.”
Brick rolling on the floor with a bruise on his face and the weasel rolling around behind him, pretending to be unconscious.
Besides those two, there were several others lying on the floor.
“You guys are fucking sick. Seriously.”
I clicked my tongue and walked towards the guy, and he swung his fist while shouting something in a tongue-twisting sound. My fist was faster than his speed.
However, because of its large size, it didn’t fall down with just one swing and I had to swing it a few more times.
“Ugh···.”
The bastard fell to the floor with a thud!
At that moment, the weasel behind him suddenly stood up, punched the already fallen guy in the back of the head, and laughed heartily.
‘That’s the way you speak…’
Any unique features were very effective in hiding their original appearance.
I nodded, accepting the fat pouch the weasel handed me.
***
Illegitimate child square… no, the inner guard Jace scratched his head with a dull face.
‘Damn, I’m the only one who can read and write.’
Out of all the guards and soldiers, Jayce was the only one who could read and write, so he was put in charge of the tournament registration.
At first, I thought I was just sitting there sucking honey, but when I actually did it, I realized that there was no hardship like this.
It was extremely rare for a swordsman to be not illiterate. And it was even rarer for one to know how to write his own name.
Jace wrote down the names of the guys exactly as they were pronounced, but they kept nitpicking and saying that he was wrong, as if they had some kind of sense of entitlement. When he tried to write them down himself, he couldn’t do it either, and he kept insisting that he was wrong.
Also, if you ignore them, they will immediately pull out a knife, so you have to coax and appease them.
I realized why the people on Yeongju Castle had passed on the work.
While he was resting for a moment, the guards from the inner castle came and teased him for sucking up honey, so Jayce was getting beaten up here and there.
After a long argument with a guy who spoke in a dialect, I ended up writing ‘Samsar’ as ‘Kamsar’.
As he was calming down his anger that had reached the top of his head, a huge man wearing black armor approached him.
It was a pretty cool suit of armor, black and slim, but it looked ridiculous because of the bucket-shaped helmet that didn’t match at all.
That horrible weapon reminded me of someone.
Then, seeing its huge size and sloppy gait, Jace realized who it was.
‘Aaron? Why did you have to disguise yourself? No, was it really a disguise in the first place?’
I don’t know what creative nonsense he’s going to do to turn the tide, but I really don’t want to get involved.
Jace opened his mouth, pretending not to notice.
“Names to participate in the tournament.”
“Kuhh …
‘What is this kid?’
Even though everything else was fine, I couldn’t understand why they added weird breathing sounds here and there. It was even weirder because they were wearing a huge bucket over their heads, so the breathing sounds sounded like they were echoing.
Jace didn’t want to get involved with that guy anymore.
“Yes, Dark Kuch Vader.”
Jace said without raising his gaze.
“No, it’s Dark Vader. Khuh···.”
Jace forced his gaze to the paper and moved his pen. He wanted to get this weirdo out of here as quickly as possible.
“It’s spelled wrong. It’s not that. It’s this. Khuh···.”
The guy who was pointing it out added a sigh at the end, perhaps thinking, “Oh no.”
“Plain… No, what do you know about what you’re talking about? This is right.”
Jace screamed at the thought of being pointed out by a commoner.
“No, if you write it like that, it won’t be Dark Vader, it’ll be Duck Vader. Khuh···.”
“Shut up. This is right.”
Jace flinched for a moment when he saw the bastard’s hands tremble, but forced his expression back into place.
“You seem like a foreigner, but if you hit me here, you’ll be caught red-handed by the security guards.”
“Dark Vader does not use violence indiscriminately.”
Kuch···.
Jace waved his hand, holding back laughter at the sight of the guy breathing hastily as if he had forgotten.
“The registration is over, so get out.”
The guy who had been clenching his fist for a moment soon moved away. Jace let out a small sigh of relief and pursed his lips.
“ha ha ha!”
Jace laughed out loud at the thought of punching that ignorant, uncivilized commoner bastard.
Then other guys came rushing in and took over, and Jayce, who had gotten the hang of it, was able to proceed with ease.
Then, a beautiful woman with only her important parts covered appeared, causing a huge uproar. The woman came to the front, glaring at the men around her with a face full of contempt.
Jayce took the application, trying his best to avoid drawing attention to her prominent cleavage.
“Kurton. He’s a knight.”
The woman who spoke briefly ran away from the place.
‘It was a seed. Are knights in bad taste?’
Jace took note of him and raised his head slightly to steal a glance at the woman’s back.
Then there was a bigger uproar.
“What the? Brother, line up… AHH!!”
“Ahhhh!”
‘what?’
When Jace turned his head, what he saw was a huge fist.
bang!
With a hammer-clap, Jace fell backwards. When his darkened vision became clear again, he saw a stray commoner.
“···why?!”
“There’s a bug on your forehead.”
The guy spoke shamelessly, then made a small ‘Kuhhhh’ sound before closing his mouth.
‘This crazy little bastard!’
Jace felt a burning sensation inside him, but he tried to hold it in and sat down as if nothing had happened.
“This is misspelled. If you write it like this, it becomes Deokgu Vader. You stupid bastard square.”
Then he took a pen and drew a line, corrected the spelling, and left.
Jace quickly drew the line again after confirming that the guy was gone.
‘Stupid commoner. That’s right.’
Jace clicked his tongue at the boy’s ignorance and wrote ‘Duckgu Vader’ in bold letters.
***
The day before the tournament began, Berman, Kel, and I were watching the inspection when three men in silver armor approached us.
Thick armor, moderate size, a mace on his waist and various other fierce-looking weapons. And a pattern carved into the middle of his armor.
‘The Inquisitor?’
In the past, I would have avoided them, but I had become accustomed to those trash heretic inquisitors, so I nodded and greeted them.
Berman and Kel were far away, running away.
Those who had been waiting for the checkpoint also all moved away.
“May the sun shine upon you.”
A pretty blue-haired guy bowed his head slightly in greeting. He seemed pleased that I wasn’t avoiding him.
“May the sun shine upon you. I am Honorary Monk Aaron.”
“Oh, I see. I am Inquisitor Farhan.”
The guy nodded and introduced the guys around him.
I didn’t bother to listen.
“I came at the request of the Abbot of Brighton. I was able to arrive quickly as I was conducting research on the ‘Black Blood’ in the North.”
As I listened to the story, I looked at the man who introduced himself as Parsi.
Along with the mace, he also carried a large, heavy hammer on his back. The Inquisitors seemed to prefer thick, heavy weapons when dealing with demons.
Overall, the balance of the body was good, and judging by the power in the movements, it seemed like it would be quite useful. However, judging by the fact that the weapon was a hammer, it seemed like it would be weak in one-on-one combat.
As I walked along, I measured their gait and the length of their arms, and I would mentally gauge the outcome. Even though I was an honorary monk, it was a habit I couldn’t help.
The guys were quite sociable. Compared to the average person, they were rather reserved, but compared to the seldom-spoken heretic inquisitors, they were chatty.
‘The Inquisitor’s Party…’
A greater force than expected has arrived. If the opponent is a demon, it will definitely be of great help.
“Oh, I will guide you to the synagogue.”
I smiled and pointed inside.
The men looked visibly surprised and lowered their hands to their waists.
“Aren’t you working?”
Parsi asked, trying to relax his expression.
“Route guidance is included in the job. It’s okay.”
Berman and Kel, who were far away, nodded. As the number of visitors has increased recently, the number of security personnel has also increased, so it was okay if I was the only one missing. The other two just have to work harder.
“When I meet the inquisitors, who are called the hammer of the church, my faith naturally increases.”
I headed to the synagogue, giving them a few friendly shouts just in case.
But they were like a vending machine of compliments, not giving out anything, and only spouting off things from the Bible.
As we entered the synagogue, the monks who saw the inquisitor party moved busily as if something was going on and stubbornly avoided looking in this direction.
The inquisitors behind them simply had the same expression on their faces, as if they were used to their reactions.
After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to take him to his room while I was there, so I headed inside.
I searched my memory and headed towards the abbot’s room.
Finally, I opened the door to the abbot’s room, but it wasn’t the strict abbot sitting at the desk.
‘Why is he here?’
The retired heretic who had been running away every time was sitting at the abbot’s desk, eating a cake. Judging from the corners of his lips, which were different from his usual expressionless face, he seemed to be enjoying his free time to the fullest.
‘Why am I here at this time of all times···.’
Because of what happened last time, I hurriedly backed away and tried to close the door, but Parsi had already followed me in.
There was a moment when I considered pushing away the hardened faces of the heretic inquisitors with force.
The inquisitor who was eating the cake raised his head.
The inquisitor nodded slightly at me, then frowned at the men behind him.
After a brief silence…
“”hammer!!””
The inquisitors behind him quickly saluted.
The voice was so loud and the angle of the salute was so sharp that it was as if I had just met the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Then I looked back at the heretic inquisitor.
She looked at them with an annoyed face, clicked her tongue and said, “Tsk…” and leaned back arrogantly.
Soon, I was slightly shocked at the sight of the black but fluttering salute.
‘···The old man was a veteran?’
I had no idea how the church was going to work.
After a while, I looked at the guys who were reporting while shouting loudly, and then I quietly left the place.
When the door closed, the retired heretic was sitting cross-legged on the desk.
And the Inquisitor party trembled before her.
‘What on earth is a church···.’
I closed the door and shook my head.
***
Baron Fullfoot sighed as he sat down in the chair he had checked several times.
“Is there a new knight among the ones who can catch him?”
Pulpouts looked at Nova and asked.
“None. Of course, there are variables, but in simple comparison, there is no knight who can catch a guy from the Imperial Knights.”
Adela flinched greatly at Nova’s answer.
Although we had come up with some countermeasures, the tournament started without any results.
There was still time left in the application period, but it didn’t seem like anyone of any use would show up. 40 gold wasn’t enough to summon an imperial knight.
‘The initial goal was achieved, but a bigger problem arose.’
If he was of the Imperial Knights’ rank, the safety of Castle Cassadic would be guaranteed, but he was a double-edged sword and a threat.
“They said they’re sending a knight from Fenerga! I think you can look forward to it! Hehe!”
Geralt, unaware of the situation, was talking loudly, spitting.
Pulpouts glared at him disapprovingly for a moment before gesturing to Nova. Nova nodded slightly.
If it didn’t seem to work, I was going to use poison. But then the aftermath would be a problem… My mind was becoming increasingly complicated.
Soon the first duel began.
The preliminary rounds were spaced out as much as possible to avoid knights competing against each other.
A duel between men wearing iron armor and pretending to be knights followed. Pulpouts found their battle more interesting than the battle between the invisible knights.
In the middle of the meal, a maid brought him some ice beer. It was so delicious and refreshing that he asked where it came from. Pulpouts let out a low moan at the answer he received.
‘The Smiling Aaron Rabbit Bar… I seem to hear that name a lot.’
Aaron’s name wasn’t on the list, perhaps because he hadn’t applied yet. It was the card with the lowest probability, but Fullfoot was secretly looking forward to it, so he felt anxious.
‘Because there’s still time left.’
As I was trying to calm him down and watch the game, it was the knight’s turn.
“I am Sir Dombald. I am a free knight, but I am old and my skills are poor, so I cannot be hired anywhere.”
Pulpouts nodded at Nova’s explanation.
At first glance, he looked like a trash knight. According to imperial law, the number of knights each lord could have was limited, so no family was foolish enough to hire a trash knight who was now at the bottom of the heap.
Of course, right now Fullfoot is in a regrettable situation for him too.
‘What a pity that the opponent is a knight…’
Fullfoot muttered softly. No matter how much of a scumbag he was, a knight was still a knight. The difference between those who had formally learned the sword and those who had not was clear. There was no way that those who were not knights could win.
Now that the article is out, it’s clear that the other party was just there for show.
“That opponent!!! He came from hell! He’s Deokgu’s belly!!!”
Someone came up from the other side. He was wearing heavy black armor and a bucket helmet that didn’t match his appearance.
A physique like that was uncommon.
There was nothing more uncommon than such a poor aesthetic sense. When those two were added together, someone naturally came to mind.
Doubts soon turned into certainty.
It seemed that it wasn’t just Fullfoot’s idea, as several people around the stadium also made strange expressions and closed their mouths.
When I turned my head, I saw Nova looking at her son who had an accident.
‘I’m glad I participated.’
If I had known that fact in advance, I would have assigned it to a non-article section···.
‘No, even an article like that is useless if it can’t win.’
Fullfoot sat up straight and looked down.
“Kuhh···.”
A thing that makes strange noises and creaks strangely.
“A strange man has appeared. Consider it an honor to receive my sword.”
The man with white hair here and there, but who spoke reverently as if he were a knight, drew his sword.
And then the duel began-.
“···hmm?”
Pulpouts doubted his own eyes.
“Didn’t you say you were a knight?”
“···yes.”
“But how can he be so helpless···.”
The afterword wasn’t a question.
There was no answer as to whether he knew him or not.
“Kuh! Break it! Kuh!”
I let out a sigh as I watched the guy literally beating up the reporter while spitting out embarrassing words without hesitation, with his thick face.
The match was decided in a very short time.
The bastard pushed the sword the knight swung against his body.
If there had been an aura or the knight had been a bit stronger, the outcome might have been different, but the knight’s sword could not penetrate the thick armor.
‘Did you lose the strength in your hands because you were flustered?’
The bastard didn’t even draw his sword, but just punched his opponent, and the fight ended like that.
“So I should pretend not to know that?”
“···yes.”
For the first time, a crawling answer came out of Nova’s mouth, who was always confident. At that, Pulpouts laughed out loud.
“The winner is… no! It’s Deokgu’s ship!!”
“Ku-hh!! Dark!”
He was the one who raised both hands and shouted loudly, but the reaction from those around him was subtle. It was an ambiguous reaction, a mixture of cheers and trembling.
‘What a shameless man.’
Pullputs felt strangely refreshed, so he stood up and clapped his hands. The applause spread and soon became thunderous.
Pullputs raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at the bucket looking at him.
‘It might be possible.’
Of course, if that guy wins, the rest will be a headache, but it’s a hundred times better than that damn knight winning.
Unlike Fullfoot, Nova’s head was so hot that it was difficult to grasp the situation.
‘···This crazy kid!! I told you not to do it!’
As he watched him confidently raise both his hands after finally defeating the knight, Nova felt frustrated and pounded her chest with her fist.
Kkung kkung!
It was clear that the heart protector was too small.
