Goblin Knight - Chapter 328



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EP.328 City Rats (8)

The next morning, the rain stopped.

It was the day when Blanc had just returned from washing his body and armor at a nearby water’s edge.

“……name.”

“huh?”

“Tell me your name, goblin.”

Nellyvia, who had been fast asleep, oblivious to the world, had woken up just as he was clearing out the campsite and leaving a note on the board saying, ‘I’ll be back after a quick shower.’

Still, his sleepy, hazy eyes, his locked voice, and the traces of drool running down his loose lips were noticeable, and I couldn’t help but have the unholy thought, ‘Is this really the ruler of sleep?’

But more than that feeling.

After listening to her and thinking about it, Blanc realized that she really hadn’t even said her name yet.

There must have been several reasons.

It could be that he was absent-minded because he had just jumped through time while fighting with the determination to die, and it could also be because he was shocked by Nellyvia’s true nature as a child.

But the biggest reason of all is… … .

It must have been because Nellyvia, who took the form of Annelie, did not even think of not knowing his name.

“… … .”

“Why is that? Isn’t it a great honor for me to personally remember someone’s name, especially a mutant goblin? Oh, by any chance, do you not have a name to call yourself yet? What should I do for this body to give you one?”

“No, that’s not it… … .”

“What? Is it already there?”

Nellyvia made a strangely sour expression.

Judging from the fact that the conversation flowed naturally and quickly, it seemed that he was thinking of giving his name since he might not have one. There were probably several candidates.

Nellyvia, whose pleasant imagination had failed, soon began to glare at him.

Then the question is, why aren’t you speaking sooner?

Actually, I didn’t think much of it at first.

I was just going to call it Blanc… Blanc Jen Heinsworks, like I usually do.

But soon after, he realized that this was not as simple as he thought.

In addition to not being able to use her last name because of the shocking truth that Jen Heinswerk was originally Nellyvia’s last name.

It even occurred to me that perhaps his name should not be revealed carelessly.

That would be the case.

‘The place where I am… is the past.’

Based on this timeline, Blanc is a being from the future. All of his actions in this timeline leave traces in the future.

There may still be a village named after Blanc somewhere in the North, like Noil Kyung, and there may be an avenger who has trained for many years to kill Blanc alone.

Even though they are much weaker than the Sega Future, there are still religious orders and enforcers here.

Is it necessary to leave them a clue about the name Blanc from the past?

If the formula ‘Blanc = Goblin Knight’ remains in this timeline in any form, it may be revealed when he returns to the future…

“Goblin?”

‘No… no.’

Blanc came to his senses suddenly at the sound of Nelivia’s voice, looking at him as if she found it strange.

Your priorities are wrong.

What Blanc really had to worry about here wasn’t the future record of his actions.

The worst he could imagine was that when Princess Nelivia woke up in the future, she wouldn’t remember the name Blanc.

… … I wondered if anyone would remember him as he had a unique identity as the ‘Goblin Knight’, but who knows, Goblin Knights might have appeared in droves during the war.

“Blanc. My name is Blanc.”

“White? Hahaha, it doesn’t suit you!”

“uh?”

“Didn’t you know? Blanc also means white. It doesn’t suit you as a goblin! The only thing that’s similar is your mane!”

“… … .”

It was his mother who gave him that name.

I never really thought deeply about why he named it that way… but now that I understand the meaning, I think I know.

A truly motherly name… … .

“Huh… Goblin? Are you upset because I teased you?”

“No, not really. By the way, you call me goblin even though you asked my name.”

“You want me to call you by your name just because you look better than I thought? It’s a hundred years too early, goblin. If you want to gain my favor, you’ll have to work harder to pique my interest!”

“ha…….”

“What does that unholy sigh mean?”

Nellyvia opened her eyes and glared at him.

Without answering, Blanc pondered the girl’s words.

If you want to get favor, be interesting… … .

‘… … Ultimately, it’s ridiculous that it matches my goals.’

That’s why Blanc sighed.

‘I jumped back in time and met Princess Nellivia of this time. I was taken aback because her disposition was so different from what I had expected… but somehow I was able to accompany her for a short while. But.’

After the confusion from the time jump had somewhat settled down and a day had passed and my fatigue had subsided, I had some thoughts.

The fundamental problem.

‘What do we do now?’

He doesn’t know how to achieve the goal he came here for.

Annelies sent him here, hoping that Princess Nelivia would feel the same way as he did, or to put it bluntly, ‘seduce her somehow’.

But Blanc doesn’t know how to date women.

How can you win over a woman’s heart when you don’t even know her well in the first place?

‘My love with Annelie was possible because our first encounter was so impressive, and because our positions and personalities fit perfectly together. But… … .’

That’s why Annelly is so special.

For all intents and purposes, he is a goblin in the first place.

Even those damned words are so detestable that they kill you, the symbol of all the ugliness in the world!

Does it make sense to love a goblin as a lover, unless you feel a sense of gratitude towards him or as a trustworthy companion?

Besides Annely, is there anyone else in the world as crazy as her?

‘Annelli, you trusted me and sent me here, but now I don’t even know what to do. I miss you so much already… ‘

Blanc looked down at Nelivia, feeling as if he was hearing an answer like, ‘Master, you don’t know women’s hearts at all, to the point where it’s really frustrating…’

Although I felt the urge to ask directly, I thought it would be better to leave that as a last resort.

Let’s put aside these stupid thoughts that can’t come to an answer for a moment, and for now…

“I’m trying to get breakfast ready. Are the kids in the carriage still sleeping? Aren’t they sleeping too long?”

“Some people are already up. Everyone will be awake soon. But what is morning? Is it yesterday’s deer?”

“… … Your eyes are sparkling despite your displeasure?”

“Who, who! I was just curious! Stop being so cocky, goblin! My patience is not that strong-”

“I see. Anyway, for breakfast, I’ll make a stew with yesterday’s meat, roast a small bird, and some fruit. While you were sleeping soundly, I searched the forest and found the slavers’ pot.”

“… … .”

“I know you’re really looking forward to it. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

If she had her tail out, it would look like it was flapping around feverishly.

He chuckled and said as he prepared to light the fire.

“It’ll take some time just to light the fire because the firewood is wet. In the meantime, go wash your face, Mongma. The spit stains at the corner of your mouth are impressive.”

“What? … … Th, ah, I was thinking of doing that anyway! This rude thing! You insolent brat!!”

“Why are you suddenly doing that again?”

Nellyvia suddenly got angry and ran towards the water’s edge.

Looking at the girl’s incomprehensible back, Blanc shook his head, saying that he still couldn’t understand the feelings of a woman, and went back to preparing the food.

* * *

By the time breakfast was almost ready, all the children in the carriage had woken up.

Their last memory was ‘killing all the bandits and slavers and a strange goblin storming into the carriage’, so they couldn’t help but fear him.

First of all, Blanc’s attitude that doesn’t seem to have any intention of harming them, and their own state of not being able to rebel.

And above all, the delicious smell of food wafting from outside the carriage temporarily made the children let their guard down.

The children ate the stew in a hurry, as if they were possessed by a spirit, perhaps because they had not had a proper meal in the few days since they had been kidnapped.

Some of them were amazed at Blanc, saying that it was the first time they had tasted something so delicious, and some were even sobbing, wondering what their feelings were.

Blanc was happily looking at the children’s innocent faces, repeating the names he had heard from them.

“Abden, Benedic, Jacob, Matthew, and… … .”

Last one.

Blanc finished his speech while looking at the girl who was currently devouring the new roast with the greatest enthusiasm, but who he remembered as a ‘promising bard with a great imagination’.

“Rani. Is that right?”

“No way.”

His mouth was so full that his pronunciation was slurred, but he probably tried to say, “Yes.”

Blanc, who had memorized the children’s names, glanced at Nelivia sitting next to him and asked.

“Is this all?”

“… … What do you want to know?”

“That seems right. But I’m asking because I honestly don’t know, why on earth are you still lying around?”

“What do you want to know?”

In this respect, he resembles Annelie.

If you roughly replace that with ‘The master doesn’t know a woman’s heart at all’, it would fit perfectly.

With that in mind, Blanc put down his cutlery (a makeshift utensil he had carved out of wood) and spoke to the children.

“Are you almost full? If you still want to eat more, just listen for now.”

“What’s wrong? Now that you’ve had enough, do you think you’d like to eat it?”

“My eyes were tearful and full of my typical delusions (but my mouth was happily squeezing),” Rani answered.

A candidate for the bard position? That’s good. Of all of them, he seems to be the best at speaking.

Whether we communicate well or not is secondary… … .

“Even though we met by chance, it is not in my belief to just leave you behind.”

“What is your creed?”

“Great. Ask an adult later. I’ll just get you to a safe place and then resume my journey… … .”

Blanc asked casually.

“Where is your hometown? If it’s close enough, I’ll take you there-”

But at some point, Blanc was unable to continue speaking lightly.

He expected a delighted reaction when he told them he was bringing the children home.

In reality… … .

“……yes?”

Because it wasn’t like that.

* * *

There are lots of delicious things there.

The caves there are cozy and never cold.

They say no one ignores us there.

Rats, country rats.

You little, scared, weak mice.

You rats of the country where I once lived.

Won’t you come with me to the splendid city?