My Villains Episode 175
42. Bondage (7)
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石 石 石一 after 石 石 石’- After, towering flags fluttered between countless soldiers who matched their feet to the sound of drums.
Each of the five or six flags had a different picture engraved on them.
A cross, two crossed spears, a shield, and a knight on horseback
. It was a flag with a white bird on it.
When the sound of the drums stopped and the march of the troops stopped, knights and officers gathered under the flag with the white bird on it. The young man in the center pulled the reins and looked up at the flag.
A white bird clutching a spear. It was the
coat of arms of the family he belonged to.
‘As expected, a laurel wreath would be better than a cloak. Gold will look greedy, so let’s make a laurel wreath made of steel.’
A middle-aged man approached the young man who was imagining the coat of arms of the family that would make him the founder in the future.
It was Angus, a middle-aged soldier with scars and weather marks all over his face. As Count Tristan’s senior commander, he was actually in charge of this expedition.
Angus, who passed the knights’ tent with cautious steps, opened his mouth as soon as he bowed to the young man.
“Did you give the order to attack Gongja?”
“Yes.”
“…starting a siege immediately after a march is not a good choice. Soldiers need rest, saboteurs need time.”
“Why should I waste time occupying such a small territory?”
Doyle Mullin, the second son of Count Tristan, continued with his pronunciation crushed by missing teeth.
“If you just break down the gates and barriers, they will surrender right away. Stop talking and attack right now.”
“At this distance, the saboteurs’ spells cannot reach the barriers. We need time to draw the magic circle.”
A magic circle Among them, standing on a magic circle that amplifies the range of spells, destroyers become siege weapons.
Powerful spells such as ‘Spear of Power’ or ‘Sphere of Destruction’ can be fired farther and more accurately than arrows shot from a longbow.
Doyle was well aware of that fact, but he shook his head resolutely as he looked down at the middle-aged commander.
“No, no time wasted. I will drop Longbill before the sun goes down.”
“Confucius.”
“An ancient master general, ‘Talokhan’, said that if the sword is short, you can take one step forward. If the range is insufficient, it is enough to move to the place where the spell can reach.” At Doyle’s words, among the knights surrounding him, ‘That’s right!’ ‘That’s my favorite horse!’ A voice like that burst out.
When Doyle raised his hand proudly, the knights laughed and cheered. Seeing that, Angus sighed inwardly.
‘…these stupid bastards.’
He tried to persuade Doyle by suppressing the chimi.
“Without a magic circle, saboteurs can only attack enemies in front of their noses.”
“It’s an exaggeration to say it’s right in front of you.”
“Destructionists are magicians, not soldiers. The Count will be furious if he finds out that you marched them to the front of the fence.”
“I’ll take responsibility, so don’t talk nonsense and command the troops, Senior Commander Angus.”
Before Angus could answer, Doyle turned to the knights and raised his voice.
“Prepare yours too. A glorious battle awaits us!”
cheers again.
At this moment, Angus missed one person terribly.
‘Young bastards are full of sympathy in their heads. If Sir Esselda had existed, this wouldn’t have happened.’
Esselda is a knight with skills and reputation, and a master with rich experience. If she had been there, the young knights wouldn’t have been able to make a sound, and Doyle wouldn’t have been able to act so arbitrarily… Angus let out a
small sigh and led the officers to command. No, I was going to stand.
“Uh there-”
Someone shrieked and pointed towards Longville. Angus and the officers as well as Doyle and the knights turned their heads that way.
From the gates of Longville that were wide open, the Pilma Dandan jumped out.
It was just about sunset, and the grass between Longville and the army was dyed red. Thanks to this, the blue cloak of the rider running from a distance also seemed to burn magenta.
A war horse that ran as if folding the ground, a magnificent body and sparkling plate armor…
It was a knight.
u……o uh 9”
The knight in the blue cloak ran to the front of the army about fifty paces and pulled the reins. The war horse raised its paws and grunted wildly, while the knight shouted.
“there-!”
Perhaps he had taken off his helmet, and the knight’s manly face was clearly visible. Thanks to that, his voice resonated loudly without any blockage.
“If there is Prince Doyle, the second son of Count Tristan, come out!”
The article was dignified.
Standing alone in front of thousands of soldiers, spreading their chests and shouting, it was enough to light a fire in the hearts of the young knights.
While Doyle was examining the article carefully, a knight came forward and shouted in front of him.
“How rude! Who are you who dare to ask for Confucius!”
The knight in the blue cloak smiled slightly and introduced himself while stroking his handsomely grown mustache.
“His Highness, Prince Ulkar Lionelson of Zeore, the guardian of the kingdom and the champion of all the weak, his knight, Langbolt Earlshore!”
“…Langbolt Earlshore? Langbolt?”
A murmur spread through the crowd as the young knight murmured blankly.
Many words flowed from mouth to mouth, such as Ulkar Silver Prince, Blue Cloak Langbolt, Shouting Waves, Stealing Knight, and Best Swordsman in the East.
Few of the thousand soldiers had ever heard the name Langbold or his nickname for the first time. The growing murmur died down only as the officers and sergeants shouted.
The knight who stepped forward quickly recovered his face for a moment even though he was embarrassed, and asked Langvolt.
“Yes Sir Langboldt! Why are you looking for Confucius in Japan?”
“I have something to suggest to Confucius in Japan!”
“proposal? What is that!”
“I heard from my dear comrade-in-arms Sir Phoenix that Confucius insulted my lord!”
The crowd’s eyes turned to Doyle.
“……Uh”
……”The duel between Esselda and Phoenix has already spread to Multingham as well as the crowd. It was also well known that the start of the duel was Doyle’s insult to Phoenix.
When Doyle was silent, the young knight who had been watching him spoke instead.
“So what are you going to do? Are you saying you’re going to duel with Gongja!”
“I have no intention of holding on to insults. I heard you paid some price for Lord Phoenix.” Seeing Langbolt twirling while saying that made him angry, but Doyle just stood still.
“It’s unfortunate that he forgives those who insulted his lord with just a few slaps, but it’s because Lord Phoenix is so merciful, so you should understand!”
Doyle, who had been on the verge of dying after a few blows, trembled with his hands holding the reins, then shouted out loud.
“Your tongue is long. Not befitting that reputation!”
“Are you Confucius Toil?”
“exactly! If you don’t want to become an arrow hunter, tell me something!”
Langvolt smiled and nodded.
“My suggestion is simple! I asked Sir Phoenix for his understanding, and I will give you one slap that Gongja did not pay, so take your troops and withdraw right away!”
“Ha bullshit!”
Doyle burst out laughing, turning his face red and screaming.
“Did you think that with such a childish proposal, you could take down His Excellency Father’s army! Stop talking bullshit and get out!”
“Huh- Your words are disrespectful, Confucius! How can you dismiss it as bullshit to pay for the price you put off!”
Langbolt, who had a stern expression on his face, shouted.
“If you can’t bite the army, come forward and show your face! I’ll make you pay the price that Confucius couldn’t pay on behalf of Lord Phoenix!”
“That crazy bastard!”
Doil as well as the knights around him vented their anger when he was told to be slapped in front of the thousand troops and Longville. It was because it was a disgraceful proposal that a nobleman could not dare to accept.
A stalwart knight stepped out in front of Doil, who was grinding his teeth.
“Confucius! I’ll show that impudent man an example!”
“Sir Monad.”
The knight standing in front was one of the young knights of Multingham, competing for the primacy. Doyle looked at Monad and shook his head with a grunt.
“No, that’s not going to happen. It is foolish to listen to madmen.”
“Hey, Gongja-nim! The lord of Langbolt over there is the silver prince, the enemy of His Excellency the Count! Besides, not too long ago, Sir Esselda suffered humiliation when she was defeated by a bloody swordsman!”
Doyle frowned at the loud voice. The knight, Monad, raised his voice as if he were insistent.
“Since the author is the first knight under Prince Silver, now is the opportunity to cleanse the Count of his disgrace!”
Doyle, who had a thousand dollars inside, said, ‘Then what if you lose too?’ I wanted to shoot him, but I didn’t bother opening my mouth. At that time, Commander Angus suddenly opened his mouth.
“Lord Monad is right.”
“…what?”
“I am not a knight, but I know what honor is. It would not have been possible if he had not been provoked, but this impudent man dared to insult Confucius with nonsense, and this cannot be overlooked.”
As the knights responded, Doyle stared down at Angus. Then he finally nodded.
“…Good. Please do as you please, Lord Monad.”
“Yes, Confucius!”
Monad, with a smile on his face, wore a full helm. Then, receiving a long jousting spear from the servant, he immediately grabbed the reins.
“Yes, you bastard Langbolt!”
Monad, who stood in front of the army, pointed at Langvolt with the point of his spear and shouted.
“I am Monad, the knight of Count Tristan, the master of Marva and Vitian, and heir to the Balfour family! I’ll make you pay for your reckless use of your tongue!”
“Hmm?”
Despite his declaration, when Langbolt crossed his arms and was only tying his mustache, Monad screamed and kicked his spur. The lively brown fighting horse quickly increased its speed and closed the distance.
Doo doo doo-!
Langbolt, who had been watching Monad’s charge without drawing his weapon, belatedly hit the reins and ran forward.
“Aaaaaaaap!”
With a loud shout, Monad’s jousting spear was about to explode into Langvolt’s chest.
visor!
There was a flash of black light.
None of the thousand-plus soldiers knew what had happened at that moment. Doyle and the knights couldn’t properly capture Langvolt’s movements.
thug thug.
By the time the brown war horse slowed down, Monad fell off the horse, stiff as a piece of wood. The Monad, who had been slumped to the ground in a pitiful way , did not budge
, only bleeding profusely through the T-shaped slots of Fulhelm .
Wow-!
Cheers erupted from Longville in the distance, while Count Tristan’s army fell silent as if splashed with cold water.
“ruler.”
A knife was in Langboldt’s right hand before he knew it. It was a much narrower sword than an ordinary longsword.
After sweeping away the blood with a brisk swing of his sword, Langbolt looked back at the army from a much closer distance than before.
“Is there a next challenger?”
Looking back at the silenced army, Sir Langboldt straightened his mustache.
“Wow. Prick it properly.”
Ellen, who was standing next to her, asked with a questioning expression as the bundle standing between the battlements exclaimed.
“…Did you see anything?”
“yes. Yoreke, yoreke-”
Pretending to draw a knife, a bunch stretched their waists and arms upwards. Ellen frowned as she took a bizarre pose with flexible body movements and elongated limbs.
“What are you doing?”
“…That’s what it is. Crying with a knife.”
I smiled bloodily at the sight of the bundle.
“Mungchi has good eyes. I saw it correctly.”
“Ehe.”
Ellen stared blankly at Moongchi, enjoying my touch.
As soon as that gaze turned to me, I shrugged my shoulders and explained.
“Just before the spear (W槍) stabbed me in the chest, I pulled out my sword and pushed the spear pole up with a crossbar. At the same time, the blade was laid down and stabbed in the eye.”
It was easy to say, and it was a crazy skill that deviated from common sense. Did you remove the spear carrying the weight of the horse and rider and insert the sword into the groove of a helmet a finger width wide?
” aha.”
Ellen, however, nodded slightly, as if not paying much attention to him, then turned her head away.
Just then, Sir Langbolt was riding his horse this way.
“Kill-!”
The faint shouting from far away is, um, Doyle’s voice.
The enemies fired arrows at Sir Langboldt, as if they had decided to throw away chivalry and customs.
“Archers ready!”
At the shouting of Chester, the training leader, the archers standing on the gatehouse and the wooden fence set their arrows on the strings. Ellen also looked at the enemies with her eyes shining.
Sir Langboldt, fleeing from the rain of arrows, was pulling his cloak and turning it like a windmill.
Sometimes, the arrows that hit were caught in the thick cloak or ricocheted off the plate armor and barding. Was it that cloak magic tool?
“ha ha ha-!”
And Sir Langboldt was giggling and laughing even in the midst of the chaos.
…I felt it when I fought the Underground Lord before, but it’s like a person whose brain is pickled in adrenaline.
Several knights jumped out from there, but they turned their heads before they came within range of our archers. Unlike Sir Lang Bolt, they must have been sane knights.
Long Bill’s soldiers greeted Sir Langboldt as he entered the gate with thunderous cheers.
While our side was gaining momentum, the enemy, who seemed likely to attack at any moment, retreated from a distance and began pitching their tents.
The night was so deep.
