For Deokgu Baeida
‘Why is Inquisitor Joanna Ethan here?’
Inquisitor Farhan was at a loss when he met an unexpected person. His colleagues beside him also had stiff faces.
I came to Castle Cassidy following an urgent call while investigating the unholy organization called ‘Black Blood’. But to meet her in a castle on the outskirts…
‘Joanna, the Inquisitor.’
He was a legendary figure with a bad reputation among the Inquisitors.
If the Inquisitor was the Church’s hammer, the Knights Templar were the Pope’s sword.
A unit directly under the Pope, where the children who stand out among those raised by the church are gathered separately and, after several tests, only the so-called geniuses are selected and raised directly by the church.
They are the highest military force of the cult, known to be able to judge any demon and even stand up to the knights of the empire, having received great support and education from the cult since childhood.
They operated as an independent group, receiving orders only from the Pope. Even cardinals could not treat the Knights Templar lightly.
One day, she, who was a Templar, was suddenly demoted to the level of an Inquisitor.
No one knew why, as there was no explanation from above and she didn’t open her mouth either.
No matter how much she was demoted, there was no way she could be used as an Inquisitor since she was a Templar.
Unlike the other busy heretic inquisitors, she was not given any missions. Then I heard that she suddenly disappeared…
‘You were here.’
Farhan thought her mood had changed subtly.
Joanna stood up and waved her finger. It seemed as if she was telling them to follow her. Farhan and his two colleagues, who were both very disciplined, followed her.
Farhan, who was very nervous, kept trying to keep his arms and legs from going up together.
Before leaving, she was constantly on guard as if there were enemies around her. Farhan and his colleagues followed her around, looking around nervously.
‘She’s from the Knights Templar, so she’s a nervous opponent…’
I heard that she was demoted and had some of her abilities sealed, but she was still an overwhelmingly strong opponent, so it was clear that the opponent she was wary of would be extraordinary.
Her palms started to sweat. Her vigilance continued, and they, too, were extremely tense.
So that’s where I arrived after following her.
‘···bakery?’
I had a question, but I couldn’t ask.
They just followed her.
She took a silver coin out of her pocket, bought a cake, and put one in each of their hands. She held one in each hand.
A large man who appeared to be a baker opened the door slightly. She went in, wary of her surroundings, and they followed.
The inside was filled with a warm heat, as if bread was being baked. There were a few chairs there, and she sat down naturally and started eating the cake.
As they stood there blankly, she nodded with a frown. As if telling them to sit down and eat, they quickly sat down and ate the cake.
I was so nervous that I didn’t want to put anything in my mouth, but I couldn’t ignore what she said.
Farhan put the cake in his mouth as if he was crumpling it. He was so nervous that he couldn’t savor the taste and just finished eating the cake.
When she raised her head, the cakes she had been holding in her hands were already gone.
Farhan nodded slightly to his colleagues next to him. His colleagues also seemed very nervous, their lips trembling.
She got up again and snapped her fingers. Then they followed her again.
She led us through a few places, mostly alleyways. They were backstreets and deserted places. There were shabby rags there, as if someone had been there.
‘Is this a shelter for emergency use?’
What on earth could she possibly be dealing with that would have her, a former Templar, set up a separate shelter for herself?
Farhan opened his eyes wide and memorized the location in his mind.
Farhan, extremely nervous, followed her around the Castle of Cassidy, checking for passers-by.
As I was circling around the Castle of Cassidy, I met the honorary monk I had met earlier.
‘It’s still horrible when I look at it again.’
Even though he was described as an honorary monk, he had a fierce expression that made me reach for my mace.
If I hadn’t heard the story about the Honorary Monk, I would have opened that head right away and checked to see if there was a demon inside.
The honorary monk and she nodded to each other. After nodding a few times, she beckoned to them.
Farhan didn’t know what that meant, but the quick-witted guy next to him was the first to bow deeply, as if he had met his boss.
Joanna’s furrowed eyebrows slightly widened. Farhan also hurriedly followed suit and lowered his head.
They looked at each other for a moment, nodded, and passed each other.
So I walked around the Catholic Church and returned to the synagogue.
In front of the synagogue, a man was shouting quietly.
‘I guess that man is the abbot who asked for support.’
He turned his head to look at her, but Joanna was nowhere to be seen.
As I was looking around in confusion with my colleagues, a man who appeared to be the abbot approached me.
“Nice to meet you. Are you the heretic inquisitors who have come to assist this time?”
“Yes. Are you the Abbot of Brighton?”
The Inquisitors’ Council and the Central Council, to which the abbot belonged, were separate entities. There was no hierarchical relationship between the two.
“That’s right, heretic inquisitors… Good. For now, let’s go inside. I have something important to discuss.”
Although the smile on the Abbot of Brighton’s face was strangely unsettling, Farhan nodded.
‘By the way, where did Joanna go?’
Farhan looked back for a moment and then followed the Abbot of Brighton inside.
The tree behind me trembled and the leaves fell down.
***
“For Deokgu Baeida!!”
Scar let out a sigh of relief at the loud cheers from the table next to him.
There was a subtle atmosphere surrounding Cassady Castle.
When it became known that the tournament was centered around knights and that knights would not fight each other, there was an uproar of resentment among non-knight participants. However, they could not express their dissatisfaction to the noble lord.
It was just bubbling under the surface. Then, Deokgu Bae literally beat up the knight in front of everyone.
The quietly seething crowd cheered for Deokgu Bae. It was their horns and fists of anger aimed at the vested interests.
The identity of Deokgu Baeida was not revealed, but no one thought he was a knight. Deokgu Baeida was thought to be one of three: a mercenary, a gladiator, or a barbarian who had escaped.
However, those who knew the true identity of Deokgu Bae-ida could not cheer along with them.
Those who recognized his true identity either had a keen eye for detail or had been hit by Aaron before, and both the former and the latter were unable to open their mouths because they knew how scary Aaron was.
Aaron’s fear was not limited to force.
The pettiness that only the victim knows!
That terrible memory that remembers even insults from half a year ago and then beats you up when you get the chance!
I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut because I didn’t know what would happen if I spoke badly about Aaron.
In this way, the atmosphere at Cassidy Castle was a subtle mix of those who cheered and those who knew but remained silent.
Scar felt a strange sense of disgust at seeing the ignorant Aaron being treated like a hero.
“You showed your will to the knights by fighting with only your fists and not drawing your sword!!”
‘I guess it was because I just liked the taste of hitting with my fists.’
Scar couldn’t stand the stuffy, itchy mouth, so he poured alcohol into his mouth. There were quite a few people around Scar who were pouring alcohol while shaking their hands like him.
‘Aaron, you’re from the sunny side, you’re from the shady side, the Cassidy Castle… But why are you wearing such a stupid helmet? Or at least give yourself a cool name! What’s Deokgu?’
Scar pounded his chest in frustration.
“For the Deokgu Baeida!”
“For!!”
At that moment, the entire bar started chanting, “Deokgu Baeida.” It spread like wildfire around the area and naturally led to trouble.
Scar couldn’t understand why he was venting his anger towards the nobility in a tavern run by commoners.
“Stop!!”
Scar shouted loudly and stood up from his seat. His men next to him also stood up, and the bar was instantly filled with hot air.
“For Deokgu Baeida!!”
A drunk guy suddenly shouted and threw a beer mug. That was the signal. In an instant, the bar became a mess.
As expected of a leader, Scar took the lead and tangled with the men.
The table broke and beer glasses flew.
The bar became even more bar-like as shouts and screams erupted.
Boom! The beer mug hit Scar’s head, sending wooden shards flying around. Scar glared at the bastard to keep his head from spinning, and grabbed him by the collar to throw him down.
Kuung!
The table split in half and the caught guy rolled his eyes.
Squeak.
The bar door opened with a creepy sound.
The moment he noticed the man coming in with his head bowed because the bar door was small, Scar let go of his collar and sat down quietly.
The guys I was fighting with just a moment ago threw punches at me, but I tried to ignore them and just grabbed my beer mug as if I was drinking it.
However, it was a broken beer mug, so the beer was spilling out.
“There’s a tournament going on here? Wow, that looks fun.”
Deokgu Baeder··· No, Aaron smiled broadly as if he had seen something really funny. Of course, it didn’t show as a smile to the onlookers.
“What the heck is that kid!!”
“We have Deokgu Baeida with us!”
“Deokgu is a slut!!”
Every time they chanted ‘Deokgu Bae-da’, the corners of Aaron’s mouth slightly lowered.
‘Oh my… Oh my…’
Scar let out a sigh of pity as he watched the men approach Aaron with their faces turned up.
“Okay, let’s hit the head.”
Then, with applause, Aaron spoke lightly.
Now they were used to it. Scar took the lead as the leader and the rest followed suit.
The guys became even more excited because they thought Skane’s reaction was their victory, and soon changed their target to Aaron.
“For the Deokgu Bae-da!! Let’s destroy the vested rights!!”
“Deokgu is a slut!!”
Scar tightly closed his eyes at the stupid guys who shouted ‘Deokgu Bae-da’ but then ran towards ‘Deokgu Bae-da’.
‘Oh my… That won’t do… Oh my…’
Scar prayed inwardly for the bastards’ souls to rest in peace and strengthened his throat.
This was recently discovered by a particularly smart kid among the Skane kids. It was a groundbreaking method that allowed for easier headbutting by applying strength to the neck and shoulders at the same time.
BAM!! Whoaah! Kuung!
Ah··· my bar···.
The sound of something breaking, screams, and even pitiful sighs. Scar just focused on the neck and shoulders.
“Scar. I told you not to cause an accident.”
Scar forced himself to smile and sat up at the scratchy voice heard right in front of him.
Aaron, who was covered in red all over, was wiping the blood off his hands with a relieved face. Dylan was walking around behind him, hitting the heads of the children who had fallen one by one and searching through their arms.
Dylan’s hand movements were so fast that he had the bag out in the blink of an eye. It was a feat that was almost magical. Scar was purely amazed.
“I didn’t cause the accident, I just tried to stop him.”
Keumkeum··· Scar tried to speak with his chest puffed out proudly.
“Why would you do that? Anyway, it’s not some shitty name called Deokgu Baeida, it’s Dark Vader.”
“···Huh? What did you just say?”
“Dark Vader.”
As Aaron’s eyebrows furrowed, Scar’s dull head spun rapidly.
“Hmm! I see! I guess there was some misunderstanding! You don’t have to worry about the nerd Vader….”
Suddenly, Aaron’s fist flew and Scar was hit by it and lost consciousness.
Although he didn’t understand the flow, Scar didn’t try to understand it because the opponent was Aaron.
When I came to, I had a piece of paper in my arms that said ‘Dark Vader’.
The guys who had been causing a ruckus had either been dragged away or were gone, and the manager who had been making pitiful noises just a moment ago was cleaning up the area with a bright smile on his face.
Scar shivered as if he had been visited by a demon, a strange silence hanging over him.
***
As the tournament began, the Outer Guard was given the task of guarding the tournament. He was very popular because he could watch the tournament while on duty, and luckily, our group was assigned to do it.
Of course, there were a number of little things at play, but most of them were legal from a medieval perspective.
Thanks to that, I was able to watch other guys’ games while drinking an ice-cold beer.
Among the cartmen, there was one who had hired a stray wizard capable of ice magic and brought him in. He sold beer that had a large ice cube in it.
It seemed like he and Hannah were competing against each other, but Kanna easily crushed them by producing ‘Dark Vader Ice Beer’.
For a similar price, there was no way to beat the current hottest beer at Cassidy Castle, the Dark Vader carved ice beer.
‘You ignorant bastards, you’re not Deokgu, you’re Dark.’
I took a sip of my cold beer, clicking my tongue at the ignorance of these guys who don’t know anything about romance.
I was already free, but when the tournament started, the captain and the outer guards didn’t come looking for me. It was like I was a kimchi torturer, but I enjoyed it without asking why.
Thanks to this, I was able to watch with peace of mind, change into my uniform comfortably, and go out. If I got bored, I could just go to a nearby bar.
It was only natural that ignorant men carrying knives would start a ruckus while drinking. It was a good side job for him, allowing him to relieve stress and make some money.
“Kuhh···! Kuhh···!”
I lowered my head at the sound from next to me and saw Kanna handing me an iced beer. It seemed like she knew my beer glass was empty and came to replace it.
‘But why are you holding the bucket over your head on this hot day?’
I clicked my tongue as I looked at Kanna’s bright eyes through the hole in the bucket.
In the beer glass, there was a floating ice cube of me and Dark Vader, back to back. It was of a quality that could be sold as a figure right away, but I couldn’t help but sigh.
“···thanks.”
“Kuh!”
Kanna nodded and returned to Hannah’s stall.
‘When I was learning from Kuobarou, he spoke clearly and concisely, but why not in front of me…’
I clicked my tongue as I watched the bucket on Kanna’s head swing stupidly.
The Hannah stall was packed with people and could have caused trouble, but thanks to Choco’s anger management skills, all the medieval guys became gentlemen and didn’t even bother to bother her.
Choco seemed content with the fact that he could continue drinking cold beer.
I didn’t drink the beer I received, but handed it to Berman. Berman accepted the mug without asking and drank it.
At that moment, a knight and a big guy got into a fight in the arena. The big guy tried to imitate the fight of ‘Dark Vader’ and pushed forward recklessly, but he fell back bleeding from the knight’s sword.
“Deokgu Baeida worked, so why can’t that guy? They’re both doing the same thing.”
I wrinkled my nose for a moment at Berman’s question, then opened my mouth.
When I started with, “I don’t know much either,” Berman opened his eyes wide and looked at me before turning his gaze back to the stadium.
“First of all, it’s not Deokgu Bae, it’s Dark Vader. And you have to watch your opponent. Yesterday, Dark Vader’s opponent was an old knight who lacked strength. And instead of just going in like that, the key seems to be to push your body into the opponent’s attack path and block that path…”
As soon as I finished speaking, the large man who had been stabbed by the knight’s sword declared surrender, bleeding profusely. However, the knight did not stop and swung his sword again.
‘Ignorant bastards.’
The lowly mercenary’s defeat value seemed meaningless. Instead of losing, the knight seemed to be thinking of killing his opponent to increase his popularity and instill fear in those he would meet in the future. It wasn’t a bad strategy.
The bastard’s severed head rolled around the stadium.
The audience erupted in thunderous cheers.
His popularity soared thanks to his hot neck-slitting moves.
The knight walked out of the stadium with his hands raised like a singer at a concert, to the cheers. After him, men climbed up, took down the body, and turned the mud over it to clean up the blood.
The only trace the dead man left behind was a bit more mud.
If there were casualties in the tournament, everything they had would be transferred to the lord who hosted the tournament. There were quite a few guys who would rip them off in the meantime.
The audience laughed, the popular reporter laughed, and even the guys who were slapped in the middle laughed. Only the guy with the cut throat who had no face to laugh with couldn’t laugh.
The game continued.
The strategy just now was impressive enough that the knights that came out next also cut off their opponents’ necks without hesitation. As a result, many of them forfeited, and the game progressed quickly.
“The Steel Knight!! So far, he has torn off dozens of heads! The epitome of ruthlessness!! Neck Crusher Taitra Sir!!”
Scar, who was in charge of the introduction because he could read and had a loud voice, shouted loudly.
This time it was the turn of an article that seemed quite useful.
He was a fully armed knight, including a helmet, and judging by the leather patch on the seams, he seemed to have considerable combat experience.
“Luscious? Hmm… Sir Kurtaaaaan!!”
Scar, who had been hesitating for a moment, called out to his opponent.
‘Was your name Kurtan?’
He covered his nose with one hand as if he was smelling something bad, and with the other hand he grabbed the waist of a naked woman with a face full of contempt, and he came up lightly in his stiletto shoes.
After a while, the man standing on the field hit the woman’s buttocks, and the woman ran around the field like a round girl and went down.
The effect was so great that the audience responded with great enthusiasm, greatly raising the excitement in the surrounding area.
‘Tsk.’
I clicked my tongue and focused on the guy.
This was a very good opportunity for me.
“Ku …
The knight, perhaps feeling that he had lost his momentum, shouted loudly to liven up the atmosphere.
The knight swung his large sword, which was suitable for his size. The audience cheered as the menacing sound of the air being torn apart erupted repeatedly. It seemed like he had a fair amount of combat experience, and his posture and strength were both good.
Even in front of such an article, the guy still looked around with his arms crossed.
“Are you ignoring me!! Focus!!”
The knight was so enraged by the bastard’s leisurely attitude that he shouted and kicked the ground.
I watched the guy named Krutun pretending to be relaxed, his hand near the hilt of his sword, and his right foot subtly extended forward.
The guy’s right stiletto was shaking slightly, a sign that he was exerting his strength.
He finished his preparations while pretending not to do anything.
‘How clever.’
He pretended to ignore her, provoked her, and acted as if he was letting his guard down. Dragging the woman out could have been an extension of that.
The knight, who had fallen for the bastard’s provocation, ran towards him with a stomp and raised his sword in front of him.
‘Idiot.’
The knight’s movements were excessively large, perhaps because he was excited. It seemed like he thought his opponent was letting his guard down and was planning to finish him off at the first move…
I strained my eyes and observed the bastard.
The bastard’s right knee bent and a sharp sword emerged. It was so fast that it looked like a silver line was drawn in the air.
The sharp sword lightly cut through the leather covering the knight’s armor. Blood sprayed out, slowing the knight’s movements. Then the sharp sword stabbed the bastard’s helmet.
The knight’s helmet was of good quality and thick at first glance, but the sharp sword easily pierced him.
‘The right knee moves first before stabbing. The sharp point is sharp enough to cut through iron. The strength is also strong enough to be disproportionate to its small body.’
The knight who had become a skewer in an instant collapsed forward.
Kurtan drew his sword, flicked it lightly, and moved slightly to the side. The knight fell forward with a thud!!
The match was decided in a short time, long enough to take a breath.
The man held out his hand lightly. A woman came up to him and wiped his face and hands with a luxurious-looking cloth.
The cheers erupted late. The man, seemingly not even happy, went down, wrapping his arms around the woman’s waist just as he had come up.
I kept going over in my head what had just happened.
The guy’s sword is beyond fast.
‘Did you use Aura?’
He nodded, recalling the elation he felt when he had caused an aura through the tenant.
Although the sword wasn’t given an aura, I had a feeling that it would use the aura’s stat boost without revealing it separately.
‘Is it really that bad?’
It wouldn’t matter if the guy didn’t use Auror’s fraudulent cutting power.
The bastard’s sword was fast, but it wasn’t so fast that he couldn’t stop it even if he saw his knees.
“Then next······!”
I took a step back at the roar of the scarecrow’s voice.
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
When I spoke briefly to Berman, he nodded with an ambiguous expression.
It was time to transform into Dark Vader.
Kuch···.
I let out a small gasp and grinned.
***
Berman clicked his tongue inwardly as he watched Aaron walk away.
‘If you’re going to deceive, at least have sincerity…’
Although it didn’t make sense why he would bother to buy work, Berman didn’t try to understand Aaron.
“Did you go to the next game?”
“Oh, this time he said he was going to the bathroom.”
Berman nodded slightly in response to Poole’s question.
“Pretending not to know this is actually hard work.”
Berman grumbled and took a sip of the ice beer in his hand. The ice model of Deokgu Bae-ida made a sound as it hit the beer glass.
“But thanks to that, I was able to make a lot of money.”
The grass laughed like a snake and patted my waist.
The pockets, full as if they were about to burst, made a heavy sound.
Berman recalled the first time ‘Deokgu Baeida’ entered the stadium. Since the opponent was a knight, the odds were naturally tilted toward the knight.
But the moment Group 4 saw ‘Deokgu Baeida’, they bet everything they had in their pockets on Deokgu Baeida.
Even though his opponent was a knight, it was hard to imagine that Captain Aaron would lose to someone.
‘I didn’t have enough strength… I had to push my body into the sword.’
Berman repeated to himself what Aaron had said earlier.
“The Rising Destroyer! The nameless man who defeated the knight! The unknown man whose identity no one knows! The fist of the people!! The judgment of the people!! His name is···! Dark Vader!!!”
The crowd chanted, “Deokgu! Deokgu!” at the enthusiastic introduction of Ska. The crowd was so loud that Ska’s shouts introducing his opponent were not heard.
“Our leader is incredibly popular. Just like Brick said, he might really be a gladiator who created legends in the Colosseum.”
A voice mixed with laughter spoke from the side.
“That’s because they haven’t been hit by the leader.”
Berman said, laughing along.
Soon, the opponent came up. He was a man of considerable size, though smaller than the leader. He was also a knight clad in thick green iron.
Berman thought that unlike last time when he had pushed forward with the difference in size and strength, this time the captain might have a hard time.
And then the duel began-.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hmm···.
Berman let out a sigh at the sight of the same situation unfolding as last time. No, it was different from last time. This time, he drew his sword and clashed swords with his opponent.
However, he closed the distance between us by facing each other with his sword and then suddenly threw a punch. The duel naturally turned into a close combat.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The loud noise continued to resonate. Eventually, the match was decided when the opponent, whose helmet was crushed, fell backwards.
“Khuuuuuuu!!! Dark!!!”
Aaron Jo-jang raised his hand and let out a strange cheer, as if he had no shame. The shame was entirely the responsibility of the watching crew members.
Berman’s face flushed and he lowered his head.
Deokgu! Deokgu! Deokgu!
The cheering was louder than any other duel.
The atmosphere felt like the finals of the tournament had ended as even the lord stood up and applauded.
Berman couldn’t raise his face because of embarrassment, but the corners of his mouth went up in a strange sense of pride.
“As expected, our leader is the strongest, even though he’s shitty, ignorant, and uncivilized.”
Likewise, Grass, whose face was red, muttered softly.
Berman smiled bitterly as he watched the captain lift the unconscious knight over his head and twirl him around like a toy.
There were two people who immediately stood out in the tournament, one was Aaron and the other was a man named Kurtan who had defeated the knight in the previous match.
It was clear that those two would meet in the finals.
‘If the captain meets that knight···.’
Berman imagined the match that would follow.
Kurtan, who had defeated other knights in the blink of an eye, was a force so strong that Berman could not even fathom it…
“Kuhh!! Dark! Kuhh!! Vaderaaaaaa!!”
Berman couldn’t imagine Captain Aaron spinning the unconscious knight over his head.
‘I guess that knight is old and lacks strength.’
How many people are as vigorous and unyielding as Aaron Cho?
In the strange situation where shame belongs to those who know their identity, Berman lowered his head again.
***
“Is this the Catholic Church?”
Knitting with a knitting needle… no, stupid Gern raised her head at the old man’s question.
“It’s Karzan.”
The border town of Cassidy and the city of Karzan were so different in terms of the size of their walls that the old man seemed extremely stupid to have confused them.
The stupid Gern clicked his tongue and opened his mouth again.
“Cathedick is over there.”
“Is that so? The wind brought me here.”
Gern clicked his tongue as he looked at the old man’s tattered clothes. Gern, who had been taking care of his old mother, felt unnecessarily sorry for the foolish old man.
Then the old man opened his mouth.
“Are you a knight?”
“No, it’s Gern.”
“Um… yeah, Gern. Is Gern a knight?”
“No, it’s Gern. You stupid old man.”
The old man’s wrinkled eyes grew wide, then quickly returned to their original size.
“It’s definitely not a knight.”
“It’s Gern.”
“Yeah, Gern.”
Gern was reminded of the man he had met the previous time during the conversation with the old man. If that man had grown old and fallen into ruin, he would have a similar aura to that old man.
“Gern, is there a knight here?”
“No, there was a tournament at Cassidy so I went there.”
“hmm···.”
The old man grimaced. To Gern, it looked like the face of someone who had been starving for several days and was expecting to starve again today.
Gern got up from his seat, shaking his butt, thinking about his old mother who had passed away a few days ago, and the similar atmosphere that had brought him incomprehensible good fortune.
“Follow me. I’ll take you to Cassidy.”
“···What a good young man.”
The old man looked up at Gern with eyes filled with complex emotions. Gern sighed deeply and shook his head. How many times must this stupid old man say this?
“No, it’s Gern.”
“Um. Okay. Okay. Just give me directions and I’ll figure out how to get there.”
“Where are you going with such an idiotic head? I will guide you.”
The old man’s hand holding the sword was trembling, perhaps due to malnutrition.
“···Did you say Gern?”
“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Gern.”
“Whew… Isn’t this really a knight?”
There was a look of longing in the eyes of the old man looking up at himself.
It was as if he wanted me to answer that he was a knight.
Then Gern sighed deeply.
“You’re old. I’m Gern.”
“I see….”
“Follow me, old man.”
The knight hunter took a deep breath as he looked at the large creature ahead of him.
“I was a lone wolf gatekeeper. Then I met a man. He was a man who talked a lot, but his eyes were warm, unlike his rough face. And his knitting talent was recognized, and he became the leader of the knitting guild. Now I can knit in the shape of a shield.”
The knight hunter turned his gaze to the large man who was continuing to tell his story without any particular order.
‘It’s a tournament···.’
A very deep place. A deep hunger arose from where the soul might be.
‘I think I’m going to get a stomachache.’
The corners of the knight hunter’s lips went up, giving off a dangerous vibe.
“You’re suddenly laughing. You’re old. Do you know how to go to the bathroom? Don’t worry. My mother was old too, so I can handle it.”
At that moment, the corners of my mouth hardened at the voice I heard from the side.
