383. By forcing someone to retreat through coercion
Encred didn’t know it, but the Knights of the Red Cloak had different emblems depending on their status.
For example, if he were a knight, he would have three swords with crossed blades identical to the royal family symbol and a sun tree with a round head and flame mane, a mythical divine beast.
The semi-knight removes a sword from the pattern.
The squire only carved one sword, and changed the shape of the symbol as he performed several tests and missions within it.
The opponent who stretched out his sword was a sword with a sun tree engraved on it.
It was the emblem of those whose skills were recognized within the squire.
These people become semi-engineers after just passing a few tests.
The sword was fast and straight. It seemed like an eagle snatching its prey.
Encred, who extended his sword against him, did not consider his opponent’s special skills or habits.
Instead, the moment the swords made contact, they twisted.
T-di-di-ding.
The squire’s expression suddenly changed as he extended his sword.
The power felt from the opponent’s sword felt like that of a giant.
It was natural since it was a sword wielded with a heart of mighty power.
Tadang!
Among the swords that were flowing against each other, the Squire’s sword bounced upward, and Encred’s sword drew the desired trajectory.
It has a shape that extends forward. At the end of it was the armor surrounding the squire’s chest.
Pop, pop, pop.
I heard three noises mixed into one.
The tip of the sword pierced the armor and pierced the organ called the heart.
Encred pulled out his sword faster than the speed at which he had stabbed it and retreated.
It’s exactly one step.
Even with blood gushing from his chest, the opponent slashed his sword horizontally.
With a thud, the sword crossed the air. This is where Encred was located a little while ago. I could see his eyes were bloodshot.
“Purp.”
The squire coughed up blood and fell to the side, holding his sword.
I blinked my eyes a few times. This is the moment when death comes.
‘why me.’
To the falling squire, everything seemed to be moving slowly. This is a phenomenon that occurs when thoughts accelerate just before death.
He ignored reality.
Why are you diagnosing yourself?
Who is your opponent? He has competed swords with quite a few quasi-knights.
Doesn’t it make sense to suffer like this? We only exchanged swords once.
Afterwards, other regrets reared their heads.
‘It wasn’t this way.’
He regretted it. He had no part in this. But if you stay still, nothing will change.
The promise he received after completing this task was a symbol with a sword added to it.
Regardless of skill, he was supposed to rise to the rank of semi-knight.
I also thought it was a water bottle that was already tilted. Isn’t it natural to go where there is a chance of winning?
‘It wasn’t.’
When death came, along with regret came enlightenment.
‘It’s my fault.’
Was it the same when you first dreamed of becoming a knight and when you were recognized for your talent and moved on?
Did you pick up the sword to join the winning side and receive a reward?
That wasn’t it.
“We want to maintain chivalry.”
Past teachers, seniors, and colleagues respond to his childish words.
“You are a romantic friend.”
“You are, um. “If you become a knight, let’s say your second name is Romantic Knight.”
“What is that? “It’s not even funny.”
“Puh-huh, anyway, cheer up.”
The squire was also someone who dreamed of chivalry, which he learned through poetry and song.
However, I just forgot about that dream and pursued something new.
Power, money, fame.
When I thought that honor comes from being looked up to, things started to go wrong.
Dreaming of a change in pattern.
I hope one more sword is engraved.
What did you want to become through that?
Like a flower withering, like a sword breaking, a squire lay on the ground.
In front of him, a man who is not even out of breath looks forward with his sword hanging down.
Blood dripped from the sword he was holding and fell to the floor.
The hallway floor was already a mess. Broken furniture, remains of half-cracked doors, blood stains, corpses, broken blades, etc.
This is the man standing in between them.
Black hair and blue eyes.
This is because I have been going around as an escort at parties recently. Some people here knew who the other person was.
“I heard it’s half a penny for the Border Guard.”
One of them muttered. He opened his mouth, then sucked in air and closed it. It was because Encred’s eyes were on him.
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Did you hear?
I muttered softly, but there was no way it could have been heard.
Encred didn’t care one bit about the man’s thoughts or the words he muttered.
“Who’s inside?”
Encred asked. It was an ordinary question, but it sounded different to the rest.
After killing the squire with a single sword.
The momentum naturally flowed out and turned into pressure.
It wasn’t daunting, but it wasn’t that different either.
If the recipient feels that way, how is that any different from coercion?
The number standing in front of the door was eight.
The commander swallowed his saliva.
Would it be okay if eight of them attacked at the same time?
‘I don’t think it would be difficult.’
When his face turned blue from complicated thoughts and the sweat he shed from trying to break down the door cooled, Encred took a step forward.
As I took a step forward, a half-broken piece of wooden shield caught under my feet.
As I pushed my foot away and walked away, one of the soldiers who was blocking my path dodged to the side.
Some of them bit their molars and tried to hold on in front of the door.
Encred walked in front of him and raised his sword.
If you block it, it will cut you.
As soon as the will is established, Will naturally follows. It was truly daunting.
One of the soldiers blocking the path broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately jumped out of the way as if running to the side.
That was it. There is no one blocking the way.
“Are you staying because you want to fight?”
Encred asked.
“no.”
The commander answered.
So what are you doing here?
Encred asks with his eyes.
“we are… … “I’m going away.”
The commander spoke as if chewing and spitting out. If you endure, you will die. It’s just a good thing that they don’t try to cut it all up.
Everyone kept their mouths shut and followed.
Among them were mercenaries and soldiers belonging to Viscount Mernes.
They knew they should not leave this place.
You could be held responsible and even die.
Viscount Mernes was thorough in rewards and punishments. In particular, those who did wrong were not left alone.
Nevertheless, he retreated without saying a word.
Because the momentum was different.
If you attack, you die. It is certainly. The dignity is different. Fear rises from my heart. There was not even a trace of courage in sight. Soon my will was broken.
Therefore, it cannot be stopped, and therefore it cannot be endured.
Encred looked inside the blocked door without even looking back.
“Who’s in there?”
He asked and tapped the half-broken door with the tip of his sword.
Inside, there was the sound of something hitting the ground.
“you?”
The voice coming from inside was familiar to my ears. It’s a whip escort.
‘What was his name?’
My memory is vague. It is a side effect that comes from repeating countless today. No matter how good your memory is, this cannot be helped.
“Rat?”
Encred asked.
“… … “Who is that?”
I think it was similar.
“melon?”
“… … “Are you doing this on purpose?”
Why do people act like this even though it is a serious situation?
Matthew thought to himself. I really don’t know why my lord trusts such a person.
“It’s Matthew.”
“Oh right. “Matthew.”
“What about the guys in front?”
“went.”
“… … “Where?”
“I must have gone somewhere to go.”
Encred has no obligation to protect other nobles or anyone else. I have no intention of doing so.
I didn’t even think that I had to kill them. I understood that Marcus had asked for help, and that he had asked me to protect Krang.
So I just did that.
“Are you inside?”
“Come in.”
Only then did the dresser blocking the front door slide to the side.
When I came in, the inside was a mess.
There are seven corpses alone.
Matthew had a bandage on half his face, and another female warrior was seen next to him.
The female warrior held a long trident and looked wary.
He wore chain armor that covered only his upper body, but the left shoulder area was seen to be broken and cut.
We have overcome a considerable crisis.
Watching him move his left shoulder, it looked uncomfortable.
“where?”
“It’s here.”
When I turned my gaze to one side, I saw Kraang with his face sticking out from inside the hole.
“Didn’t we say that you have to go even if we die?”
Whip escort Matthew said in an angry tone. She seemed genuinely displeased.
“Where should I leave you? “If this is my end, I have to accept it.”
Krang was calm. Even at moments like these, you can see that the dishes are different. Kraang, seeing En Creed, waved his hand and said:
“You’re late.”
“I got caught on a rock in the middle.”
Encred shrugged his shoulders and answered.
I omitted the mention that the color of the stone beak was orange, the gender was female, and the affiliation was the Knights of the Red Cloak.
Krang took his hand out of the hole and tried to climb up.
It looked like an emergency passage, but I wondered why it was a hole and not a staircase.
There was a ladder inside, and I could hear Krang stepping on it.
It appeared to be a passageway cut at an angle.
“It’s not possible.”
Matthew stopped him.
Just because Encred cleared the way doesn’t mean this place is safe.
Nevertheless, Krang ignored it. He came up. The woman with her trident was examining her outside. For a moment, I wondered who that woman was. Well, Matthew couldn’t have been the only escort.
‘I’m not a friend who can be treated calmly.’
They must have prepared some means to prepare for something like this.
So I didn’t even think that Krang was dead.
But asking for help sounded like it was that dangerous. Because she was saying that she needed him.
“I didn’t know you’d ask for help.”
“You said you were a friend. “Let’s pretend I owe you one debt.”
Krang finally came up and spoke.
In fact, Kraang had prepared means. However, because we are pressed for time, everything is likely to go astray.
If Encred hadn’t come here, I was prepared to die during the sit-in.
So he smiled even though he was about to die. Not a single finger of his was moving.
“Why did you want to become the king of a nation?”
Matthew speaks as if he is filled with resentment. It seemed frustrating to him. It was also a relationship like this. Krang was the one who listened to what he had to say. He was such a lord.
“Because I wanted to become king.”
Krang says: The weight of those words changed again.
It’s heavier than before.
All the surrounding noise seemed to disappear.
The atmosphere changed and Krang’s mouth opened.
“What can you achieve if you want to become king but only run away to save your life? What can he do sitting on the throne if he can’t protect even the one he cares about? Is he just sitting on the throne and eating the grapes that the maid gives him? Shut up. Matthew. If I die here, my luck will end here. I did my best, prepared a lot, and here I am. “I have no intention of losing more.”
Encred got goosebumps. Just saying.
What must be done for words to have power?
It doesn’t have to end with words. Krang showed it with her actions.
It’s right to risk my life.
“We must do this in order to keep our promise to the Queen.”
Krang said that and smiled at Matthew.
“So stop nagging me.”
The last one is a light word, as if you were saying it to a friend.
Only then did Encred clearly understand why Krang had called him.
Because it’s dangerous? Because it’s a crisis?
Nope.
‘It’s so I don’t run away.’
It’s a struggle not to ignore the dreams I have.
Encred ironically saw himself in that image.
Even though I know that we don’t fit in at all and that we are far apart.
I saw myself struggling, trapped in today.
It was a struggle to take even one step forward.
That’s how Krang lived.
Encred’s heart aroused. He wants to help.
This may be Krang’s talent.
“Someone is coming outside.”
A female escort holding a trident said. She said and tried to bring her furniture back to her door.
“How many?”
Matthew asked.
“There is only one person.”
I heard the sound of Matthew biting his molars.
“This was the worst, right?”
Krang asks from behind. The tone of speech still felt light and cheerful.
This was what Matthew had said before.
You can stop a large number of people from attacking you, but you may not be able to stop an enemy coming alone.
“Now it’s time to try your luck.”
He continued, and Encred spoke from the heart.
“I guess I can be your luck.”
Krang turns his head at those words. Instead of listening to the answer, Encred spoke forward.
“Don’t stop. “Matthew.”
These were the words spoken to Matthew, who was about to block his path with furniture.
A sit-in protest inside would have been good against a large number of soldiers, but it was meaningless against a small number of so-called elites.
In other words, even if he had only as much power as he had, such a clumsy obstacle could not have been an obstacle.
As I pushed open the door and went out, I saw a man.
Encred has a spherical face, but his opponent has a first face.
This is a quasi-article that cut off the Mac that I encountered in the past.
The left eyebrow of the man facing Encred twitched and rose.
“Did you come here to kill Acea?”
he asked.
“I put you to sleep.”
Encred answered. He used his fists and feet as a lullaby.
The man acted as if he was going to say something more, then lunged forward, pulled out his sword, and swung it.
Ching! She thought she heard a pulling sound, and then a beam of light fell on her head.
It was a timing that broke the pulse from the beginning.
Encred was able to react because he saw the opponent at least once.
He pulled out his gladius with his right hand and tried to block the blade with his side.
Boom!
Encred’s intention was a failure.
There was a loud noise and my right wrist almost broke.
In addition to the timing, even the swing of the sword was a series of tricks.
Everything, including the questions, the steps taken, and the tricks and stabs mixed in, were focused on breaking the pulse.
And the moment I withstood and blocked all of that, Encred felt it.
‘Higher than Acea.’
So, should I say it is RAM level?
It’s fleeting. Between the gaps, the opponent pulled out another sword and stabbed him.
At that time, a whip made of twisted monster skin came between Encred and the opponent. It was Matthew’s work.
fantasy,
