The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 31

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Zeppelin City, where the sun has already set. Perhaps because it was the end of the year, many parts of the city were shrouded in darkness.

As it is a commercial city, the streets on the main street are bright with streetlights and store lights, but if you take a few steps into the alley, it is pitch black.

Two people were walking carefully in the darkness. It was Silan and Siris who escaped from the golden resting place. Both of them were using the darkness to walk through the alleys to get away from the inn.

“Ugh, I can’t see it.”

“This way.”

“Yep… … .”

Siris, who had bright night vision, was able to distinguish objects, but Silan was completely blind. He kept tripping over something and was only relying on Siris’ hand to move.

“I don’t think there’s anyone around.”

Even if you are not part of Romard’s group, the dark alley itself is a crime-ridden area. She was holding her scimitar and keeping watch around her.

“If there were a lot of eyes watching them, they wouldn’t be able to attack us carelessly. Wouldn’t it be better to go out into the streets?”

As learned in Elvenheim, Siris came up with a common-sense suggestion. No matter how new they were, people seemed to be reluctant to look at them. Didn’t the inn deliberately move the guests separately?

However, Silan, who knows reality, rejected the offer.

“It’s no use. Rather, you should avoid eye contact as much as possible.”

“why?”

“Those guys will definitely say they came to catch runaway slaves.”

From the perspective of a passerby, there would be no way to distinguish whether Siris was a runaway slave or someone else’s slave who was trying to take it away at will. It was obvious that everyone would pay attention.

“Rather, they’ll only tell us our location? “Right now, it’s important to avoid eye contact as much as possible.”

Cilan clicked his tongue and groped the darkness again. Suddenly a sigh came out.

“Phew… … .”

Although he was said to have wandered the world, he mainly wandered around Vasily’s kingdom. In Basil’s Kingdom, where the Philanens Church was strong, Philanens temples were located everywhere. At that time, Silan was also a member of the powerful class, so he was able to deal with any irrationality he saw.

However, after becoming a pilgrim and leaving Basil’s kingdom, I became acutely aware of how difficult the world was. I understood why pilgrims were dying like that. He also thought that he wanted to return to his own religious order, where he felt comfortable and at ease.

‘But if I give up here… … .’

Cilan gritted his teeth as he thought of ‘her’ waiting at the church. ‘She’ is the biggest reason why he chose the pilgrim’s path. If he goes back from here, he will be captured by ‘her’ again.

I didn’t like that.

‘It’s better to wander the world even if it’s dangerous! ‘I will never go back until I become a man!’

Silan’s fists trembled as he steeled his resolve. Siris tilted her head.

‘… … ?’

After wandering around the alley for a while, I came across a fairly bright place. It was quite dark, but perhaps because it was a fairly well-off house, the lights were on even at night, and light was coming through the second-floor windows.

When he could barely see the outline of the object, Cilan leaned against the wall in relief. Walking with my eyes closed was more mentally draining than I imagined. Cilan irritated as he caught his breath.

“cadet! If it had been Mr. Leffen, there would have been no problem! “Where on earth is this guy wandering around?”

There is nothing to be afraid of if you have an Auror by your side. It doesn’t matter how many gangs like that come, or whether orc gladiators attack the army.

“I have to join Mr. Leffen somehow, huh… … .”

Siris tilted her head. The Leffenhardt he saw was just a big, strange young man obsessed with role-playing. However, Silan, a high-ranking priest, shows such deep trust.

“Is Repenhardt that strong?”

‘Oh, I don’t know about Siris, really.’

Cilan was just about to tell him that Reppenhardt was an Auror user. Siris changed the topic first.

“Anyway, I have to join, right?”

“yes. No matter how you look at them, they are subordinates of the powerful people in this town, so it’s just a headache to run into them.”

With Reppenhardt’s power, the problem at hand could easily be solved with his fists. But even so, if those in power push through force, no single individual can handle it. Silan himself was a member of the powerful, so he knew it well.

The best option is to somehow meet Leffenhardt and escape Zeppelin like this. It may feel bad to run away without a crime, but realistically, there is no other way, so what can you do?

“Then, we will have someone send a letter and decide on a place to join.”

It was a common sense suggestion, but once again Silan shook his head.

“well? Looking at the people of this town, I think they will take that letter and run straight to those guys.”

Silan already had deep-rooted distrust towards this ridiculous country called the Principality of Chatan. He couldn’t really be said to be prejudiced. There are actually a lot of people like that in this city called Zeppelin.

“Then is there another way?”

Siris’s voice became cold again, perhaps because she was a little offended by the repeated rejection of her opinions. Of course, I still couldn’t feel the dull Silan.

Cilan thought for a moment and then looked like he had remembered something.

“ah! There is a way… … .”

A method came to mind, but his face said he didn’t really like it.

Cilan sighed and stood up. And then I began to quietly pray.

“Philanense, your loving protection grants the thread of fate, so please look after the unfortunate separation and make it lead to a meeting… … .”

Unlike usual, the prayer was quite long. Plus, it was normal. Siris looked at Silan in amazement. Cilan, who thus offered her prayers to her goddess, closed her eyes and stood for a moment. Suddenly he trembled.

“Ah, that’s it… … .”

He seemed to be not very pleased with his success.

What Silan was using now was a sacred spell called ‘Crosspoint of Destiny’.

Love is what leads coincidence to fate.

A chance meeting becomes a fateful meeting through love. A man meets a woman and says: Among the countless men and countless women on the continent, the fact that we met was a miraculous coincidence. This is fate. It is just a coincidence of probability that is close to inevitability, but if Philanence’s protection is placed on it, it becomes destiny.

Cilan muttered with his eyes closed.

“Okay, I think I know which way to go.”

‘The Crossing of Destiny’ was a spell that had the power to lead the way to the person destined to meet through chance. It was originally a sacred spell used to bring together compatible couples, but if interpreted more broadly, it could also be used as a means of reuniting with lost colleagues.

The problem is that both Reppenhardt and Cilan are men, so I feel bad about it.

“Ugh, I didn’t really want to write it like this… … .”

Cilan scratched his head. Philanense’s love was so broad that it did not discriminate between her men, women and children. She shows the generosity of a goddess by freely acknowledging gay and lesbian couples. Of course, as she is the goddess of beauty, it is a spell that is not often cast on a seemingly distressed couple, but this time she seemed to be satisfied with what she saw and overlooked it.

If you think about it, it was like cheating on the goddess, so Silan didn’t want to use this spell unless it was a serious situation.

“Let’s go, Siris.”

Cilan began to trudge along with a listless expression. Once the spell has been activated, all you have to do is walk whenever you feel like it. Then, fate will help you meet Reppenhardt.

Still, I felt better now that my destination was clear. The two relaxed people talked quietly.

“But Siris, you’re really strong?”

“Because I’m a slayer.”

“No, it wasn’t that bad? “I’ve seen another slayer called Relcia, but Siris seems to be more than that.”

“I worked a little harder than others. “Silan is a very high-ranking priest for his age, isn’t he?”

“Oh, that’s kind of funny… … .”

While talking with Siris, Silan suddenly felt a strange feeling. He speaks his thoughts clearly, listens seriously to others’ opinions, and sometimes even has doubts. Even though they were obviously elves, a slave race, it felt like they were talking to humans.

‘Is Siris unique?’

But Cilan had never talked so seriously with other elves. Although elf slaves were valuable, due to their status, they had to be encountered a few times. But each time, he just gave orders and listened to answers. Since I have nothing to compare it to, I don’t even know if it’s unusual or not.

Suddenly, Silan felt that he had no desire to go any further. Siris asked as Cilan stopped in her tracks, looking around her.

“Is it here?”

It was a small vacant lot with a public well. It is an eerie place, blocked on all sides by the back wall of the building, with only a few small back doors visible.

“Yes, he pointed out that it was here.”

Silan answered confidently. Silan was so loved by the goddess that she could cast divine spells even with bizarre prayers, and her faith in the goddess was strong. As such, he could be certain that this was the place where the ‘intersection of fate’ was pointing.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before I felt a sign of presence on the other side of the clearing. Cilan smiled brightly at the sound of footsteps.

“ah? “Is this Mr. Leffen?”

But Siris did not smile. Instead she pulled out her scimitar. Cilan looked back in surprise.

“Siris?”

“Not Mr. Leffenhardt.”

Siris’ complexion hardened as she took a stance. She already remembered the sound of Reppenhardt’s footsteps. It wasn’t because he was the owner. Elves’ hearing is so delicate that, even if they don’t like it, they automatically remember the differences in people’s footsteps.

After a while, a man appeared through the blurry darkness. Silan’s complexion also hardened. What appeared was a man in his 50s with a knife strapped to his waist.

The middle-aged man, Lantas, glared at Siris and Silan and smiled coldly.

“I found it, you little guys.”

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“You did a good job of running away. “Thanks to you, I’ve been able to run for the first time in a while.”

Lanthas looked back and forth between Siris and Silan and pondered. Then he took out something that looked like a small bag from his belt.

“Ah, we should call these idiots too.”

With just a flick of the thumb, the bag in my hand flew up like it had been launched with a sling. A pale yellow firework exploded in the sky and then died out. The bag contained firecracker reagents made by alchemists.

‘Tch… … .’

Siris frowned and glared at Lanthas. Their location was discovered by that spark. I had to get out of this place right away.

Lantas chuckled at the sight of Siris glancing at the alleyway connected to the vacant lot.

“Are you going to run away? “I just want to stop you.”

Clearly, turning your back on the enemy right in front of you is not recommended. When your back is turned, you don’t know what will come flying at you. Escape is only possible after shaking up the enemy.

Siris drew her scimitar.

There should be no delay. Cut down the enemy in front of you right now and get out of this place!

“Taaat!”

She kept kicking the ground and running with her scimitar hanging down. Siris immediately closed the distance to over 10 meters and immediately raised her sword and slashed. Because it was a sudden surprise attack, her opponent could not react either, so she just stared at the flying sword blade in a daze.

A silver flash stretched from Lantas’ side to his shoulder. For a moment, Siris was convinced.

‘I cut it!’

It was then. She thought she had cut her, but suddenly the enemy disappeared before her eyes. What she cut was her afterimage. An interested voice sounded from behind her.

“It’s faster than I thought.”

‘ah?’

In a panic, Siris turned halfway and swung the scimitar behind his back. But Lantas was no longer there. As her eyes widened as she checked the empty space behind her, Siris heard a voice in her ear again.

“It’s not the new Slayer’s skills, is this?”

“Hi!”

Before he knew it, Lantas was standing behind him, resting his chin on Siris’ shoulder and muttering slyly. Her goosebumps rose as Siris stabbed her through her armpit. But she was of no use either. The moment she flew her sword, Lanthas was already out of her sight and existed somewhere else entirely.

“It seems like you have quite a bit of talent.”

“Taaat!”

With a burst of energy, this time he used a complex sword technique of spinning twice immediately after stabbing and delivering a series of strikes. He predicted his opponent’s escape route and swung his sword, but even so, he did not even graze Lantas’ collar.

“It looks like you made a pretty sincere effort. “It’s unusual for a slave.”

Lanthas was hovering around Siris like a mirage. There is not even a hint of tension on her Taeyeon’s weak face.

“Ugh!”

Siris gritted her teeth in humiliation.

She had skills that were on a different level from other slayers in Elvenheim. Why did she struggle so persistently to raise Siris, who was so disobedient in Elvenheim, to be her slayer? She was the one who was not pushed back even in ridiculously unfavorable situations, like fighting a dozen Slayer candidates with only a paper club in hand. If she had listened to her words carefully, she would have become the strongest slayer in history, which is why Elvenheim was so unable to let go of her lingering attachment. Well, she failed in the end.

He was confident that not only other Slayers, but also sword instructors and Orc guards who were gladiators would be put down once he raised his sword. The reason I was pushed back while fighting Talcata was because I was only holding an unfamiliar dagger.