Goblin Knight - Chapter 126
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〈Episode 126〉 Starlight Dance (2)
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Actually, it was a good thing.
Earlier, when he was going on a journey, Blanc declined Floria’s offer to become his knight, replying:
If this world doesn’t recognize a goblin as a knight, then all he has to do is prove that he has a noble soul enough to turn a blind eye to the fact that he is a goblin.
Now that I think about it, it was just a dreamlike delusion that a goblin who knew nothing about this world could spit out.
The fantasy was slowly becoming a reality, as even a well-to-do nobleman with a city to his name welcomed it.
… … I wondered if his fantasies were valued more highly than his actual accomplishments.
‘It can’t be helped. Apart from the incidents in the tunnel and the Qsen, there were things that couldn’t be revealed.’
Blanc looked a little disappointed.
However, I asked him a question about something that had been strangely bothersome while listening to the young count’s words a little while ago.
“But, Your Majesty, where and from whom did you hear such a story?”
“I had some business in Katia a while ago. It was a story that Menera, who was acting as the lord’s representative there, brought up while drinking.”
One note: Never trust a trader’s secrets.
Today again this lesson triumphs.
“……Did he not say anything else besides that?”
“There wasn’t anything in particular. Until then, I thought it was some kind of song by a new minstrel that had spread in Katia. It should make sense, right?”
“That’s true. But why now?”
“The news that your existence is not a myth has begun to spread throughout the South. Even Sir Hekal, known for being the strictest of the holy fires, praised you, the executioner was astonished, and even the cold-hearted Sir Javert was moved to tears and began to care for orphans. How could I not be interested?”
“Lord.”
Are all the expressions of the noble and luxurious people like that?
It was nice to hear some recent news about Sir Javert, but… … .
Blanc felt like covering his face with both hands when he realized that his name was spreading in a very different way than he had expected.
While Blanc is suffering from the rave reviews,
Annely, who had been keeping her mouth shut with a serious expression for quite some time, finally opened her mouth.
“But… Your Majesty, may I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“I understand how your fame spread, Master, but where on earth did the story of ‘your entire body being burned and covered by the curse of an evil witch’ come from?”
“hmm?”
At Annely’s question, Count Meduff squinted one eye and made a strange face.
“Is this misinformation?”
“Unfortunately, yes. It’s true that the curse rendered his body unable to be revealed, but he was not burned.”
“That’s… strange. Actually, that’s exactly what I heard at first.”
“……But it was corrected to ‘suffered severe burns and could not be revealed’?”
“That’s right. Everything else seems to be correct, but he specifically pointed out that I was wrong about that part.”
“Who is it?”
The Count answered nonchalantly.
“That’s what Miss Floria, the young lady of the Lavanche family, said when I met her not long ago.”
“…….”
The moment the woman’s name came out, Annelly’s whole body convulsed.
Trasha, who was carrying Blanc and his party, froze at the murderous intent that burst out from her back, and the horses around her, who were nervous because of the wolves that were even bigger than themselves, made a small commotion.
However, Blanc, who had ignored such an unexpected change, asked with surprised eyes.
“Floria came here?”
“Oh, it seems we’re really close friends. I heard you’re a benefactor who owes me a debt I can never repay.”
“How was she? Is she doing well?”
“Well, what should I say… I got stronger.”
The Count nodded and said.
“Until recently, she was a curious but actually weak-willed young lady. However, when I met her after a long time, her gaze changed as if she had become a different person. I caught a glimpse of her unwavering soul, the kind you would only see in golden executioners.”
“Recently, he seems to be moving around the empire to establish his base, and he is already accepting followers who are captivated by his spirit. It seems like he wants to create some kind of knightly order.”
“I think Sir Hekal must have been both happy and embarrassed. The eldest and second sons are both excellent people, but the third daughter suddenly awakened and stood out. If the Labanche Baron family had been just a little more powerful, the power structure in the south would have changed drastically….”
As he was explaining, Count Meduff looked at Blanc as if he had remembered something and said, “Ah.”
“Now that I think about it, when she left, she asked me to tell her something if Kyung came here.”
“What is it?”
“They said the offer is still valid.”
“……Is that so?”
Blanc felt a pleased smile appear on his face.
The oath the woman cried out that night, the oath of her soul to let it be known that the four knights were such noble men, still continues to this day.
The proof of the soul continued.
She would soon prove to the knights that she was a noble enough nobleman to willingly choose death, just as she had sworn to do… … .
He should do that too.
So that when we meet again someday, we can truly smile brightly and face each other’s souls.
And when that day comes.
Not the careful suggestion from a pretty face with blond hair and tear-stains.
With his lustrous golden hair flowing down and his dignified face that shows he has proven himself, he is asked to become a knight while holding out a ceremonial sword.
Blanc is probably
“I think there was some misunderstanding.”
“hmm?”
Annelie smiled broadly and spoke to the Count.
“I don’t know what you mean by that suggestion, but a burn? My master has never been hurt like that and will never be. I heard you’ve been seeing a lot of men lately, so maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else?”
“Uh, uh… is that so?”
Looking at the maid’s bright smile and quick speech, Countess Meduff thought to herself.
It was a surprisingly similar reaction to Floria’s when she heard that the knight had a suspiciously intimate maidservant.
I don’t know what it would be like from the perspective of the parties involved, but as a bystander, it was an incredibly pleasant scene that I wanted to enjoy with some refreshments…
‘… … If it weren’t for Baron Besmek’s sudden declaration of war, the visit of the honored guest would have been nothing but pleasant.’
The Count looked at the castle gate opening, his mouth bitter at the awkward reality that had come to mind.
Until a few months ago, he was a small lord who had only been granted a title and a small fief for his military service. He could not even afford to raise and train an army, let alone maintain one.
However, he could not believe the scout’s report, and the Baron’s army that he confirmed with his own eyes was…
Because it seemed impossible for him to stop it alone.
‘We have to save at least one more knight before they get here.’
It was true that he was very excited to see Blanc and his party, but as a young nobleman, he was mostly envious of meeting such an outstanding knight, and it was not that he had no interest in doing so.
His goal was to win him over to his side before a full-scale war began, thereby increasing his chances of victory in this desperate war.
‘Oh, it’s just a sad reality that we can’t welcome the guests and have to think of using them.’
The Count let out a deep, hidden sigh and led the Youngji Army and Blanc’s party forward.
To India, the city he must protect.
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After safely crossing the gate with the help of Count Medup.
The Count headed toward the inner castle, which was visible from far away in the city, and asked them indirectly whether it would be a good idea to invite them to a banquet and have a deep conversation.
Blanc replied that he would do so after leaving the armor on his completely damaged left arm at the blacksmith’s shop.
So after the Count left, Blanc and his party headed to the stables to leave Trasha there for a while.
Even if the Count had allowed them to enter, there was no way a wolf of that size could roam the city.
“Uh… This isn’t going to work….”
“……Well, I guess so.”
The stable keeper who was in charge of the city’s horses said with a twitch of the face as soon as he saw Trasha, who was showing off his proud appearance.
The only place she could stay was the stables, but even there she was rejected.
At that moment, Blanc was thinking that he had no choice but to send Trasha out into the forest for a while.
Awww!
Trasha suddenly let out a loud cry, puffing out her body and making the hair on her body stand on end.
After a while, she shrank to the size of a normal dog.
Kyaung!
“…….”
While the group was silent, Trasha looked at Blanc proudly.
His tail was wagging as if to say, ‘I did well, please praise me.’
Thanks to that, I was able to walk around the city without any problems… … .
“Annelli. Are wolves originally creatures that can freely change size?”
“No way. ……Um, Trasha, right now I’ll let you talk like a human. Can you stop pretending to be a wolf?”
What, what?
“It’s so confusing……”
Eventually, the group arrived in front of the city’s blacksmith shop, without being able to tell exactly whether she was a wolf or what.
Blanc, who had put off checking Trasha’s species for a moment, looked at Anneli and asked.
“Even if it’s only the arm, if I’m going to get it repaired, I’ll have to expose some flesh like last time. Is that okay?”
“Just leave it to me. I’ll make sure to remember it so that rumors about burns and such don’t spread again.”
“No, that’s not what I was asking…….”
Blanc knocked lightly on the blacksmith’s door, sweating profusely at the sight of Annely burning with enthusiasm in a strange way.
There was no answer, but the sounds of people inside were getting closer.
I thought the blacksmith was a man of few words.
But the moment the creaking wooden door opened and a woman’s figure appeared inside, Blanc couldn’t help but open his eyes wide in surprise.
It was a face I remembered.
“You are……”
“──?”
Although Blanc pretended to know her, the woman tilted her head as if she didn’t know him and guided them inside the forge.
Well, I guess I can’t help but not know.
What she saw then was the goblin Blanc wearing only flimsy armor.
“Welcome! Are you here to get your armor repaired…?”
“It’s been a while.”
“You, no, you……!”
When I stood in front of the blacksmith who was striking the hammer inside.
Blanc greeted him, briefly lifting the visor of his helmet.
“Have you found the answer, Blacksmith?”
The first village to be ravaged by goblins.
The blacksmith who thought his daughter’s soul was broken and asked her in despair for a reason to live was right here.
With a daughter who had lost her speech but regained her soul.
He opened his eyes wide as if he was really surprised… … .
After a while, he answered with a tearful smile.
“……As always, it was love.”
“You know very well.”
Blanc smiled brightly.
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