Goblin Knight - Chapter 332



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EP.332 City Rats (12)

Could it be because it was the northern region at a time when the Demon Tribe was still prosperous?

As Blanc approached the place where the noise was coming from, he felt that the crowd was larger than he had thought.

That’s about the same size or larger than the horde he was born into. It’s enough to wipe out a small village.

There is even a leader entity that can make the judgment that ‘if you don’t prepare for winter in advance, the group will be weakened.’

Even if a mediocre defensive force could repel an attack, it would inevitably cause damage.

As Blanc was considering leaving the carriage for a moment in order to join them a little faster, Nelivia tilted her head as if sensing something.

“……huh?”

“Why are you suddenly like that?”

“No… The situation is quite different from what I expected. This is also rare. What on earth happened to make something like this here?”

Seeing that Nellyvia even used the expression rare, it seemed like there was something far away that shouldn’t be there.

But no matter how much Blanc concentrated his energy, he didn’t feel anything special.

What it feels like is still a large group of goblins facing off against a small number of defenders, and… … .

“Huh?”

These were two giant monsters that had lagged behind the ranks and encountered Blanc, either because they were slow-moving or slow-witted.

Although they were large in size, they were not the chiefs that Blanc had been sick of. They may have a slow speech, but they were not slow in their actions, and above all, there could not be more than two in a group.

So that’s probably a hop individual.

A mutated combat species whose intelligence is lower than that of a typical goblin, but whose strength can rival that of a chief.

“Dongjo-ok?”

“Bringing meat?”

Hops, who thought of Blanc as a ‘comrade who plundered the city first’, instead of attacking him immediately, scratched his head with a huge stone club.

Regardless, Nellyvia simply looked at the hop plants and evaluated them as if she found them interesting.

“Hoo. I don’t know for sure, but that map entity over there must have been pretty resourceful… They managed to mutate two Hops from the group without any supervision from the Demon Tribe.”

“… … .”

“Anyway, it’ll be a pretty good entertainment. With two hops, it’s no different than dealing with a dozen thieves. Their hide is as thick as stone, so a sword won’t cut it, and that huge blow can’t be stopped by armor. So, what are you going to do? By the way, I won’t be of any help—”

Before Nellyvia could finish speaking.

Blanc, who had roughly grasped the situation, charged straight towards the heads of the hops and cut off their heads at the same time with the silver sword in his left hand and the iron sword in his right hand.

If I was wasting my time on things like this now, what was the point of all those trips?

Hops’ hands, who realized my death too late, were futilely waving the part where my head should be before I fell down.

“uh…….”

“What did you say?”

“… … Ah, no. Just keep going, okay!”

Is it because the predictions were so far off?

Nelivia pretended not to care and changed the subject, but Blanc’s senses could not have missed the momentary stupor she had felt.

And actually, it was a pretty funny scene, but more than that… … .

It was an incomprehensible scene.

‘… … You’re surprised by just this? The pinnacle of all monsters, the Demon, and then the pinnacle of those demons, Princess Nellyvia?’

Of course, the inaction he had just displayed was remarkable enough to be surprising by the universal standards of this world.

Anyone who knew the age at which he had achieved such great things would criticize him for being too joking.

But that is only a universal standard.

If the world was one where the pinnacle of the demon race was surprised by the one who was at the threshold of the Master’s sword, shouldn’t his previous arduous journey have been much easier?

‘I definitely felt that I was still immature, but… this is much more than I thought. This isn’t just a lack of experience. It’s almost a lack of understanding of strengths and weaknesses.’

Could this also be an innate ability possessed by Mongma, a side effect of illusion?

No matter how strong they are, if they have the ability to make someone kneel with a single point of a finger, there would be no need or opportunity to know their strength, right?

No matter what… this was so far removed from the pinnacle of the Demon Tribe that he had in mind.

Although he was puzzled by the strange feeling of unfamiliarity, Blanc decided to resolve the situation first.

I thought that since there were probably more than ten new questions that I had in this time period, adding one more to the list wouldn’t make much of a difference.

But some time later.

When Blanc arrived at the battlefield, the battle unfolding there was quite different from what he had imagined.

The ‘small garrison’ standing on the battlefield was actually a single, slender nun wearing a black habit.

Even without any special weapons, he was just praying with his eyes closed and holding the cross tightly.

Normally, the goblins surrounding her would rush in and run wild according to their ugly instincts.

But they were so terrified that they were afraid to even approach her.

It had to be that way.

This was because the surrounding area was filled with goblin corpses whose heads and bodies had been neatly separated for some reason.

‘Now that I think about it, more than half of the sounds I felt a little while ago have disappeared… So, is that all… …?’

Blanc hesitated for a moment at the sight that was so different from what he had expected.

I could hear the nun’s soft prayer.

“… … But, Lord, they have stubbornly rejected your outstretched hand. With deep-rooted wickedness, they seek to intimidate your servants with violence.”

“Again! Another white spell!!”

“Run, you idiots! Run at the same time! All we have to do is make sure they can’t recite that spell!!”

At the same time, the goblins surrounding her all began to stir.

The big guy who seemed to be the leader of the group (though he was much smaller than Hop or Chief, I guess he was just the most cunning one who became the leader) tried to stop the nun from praying by grabbing any goblin he could and throwing it at her.

The remaining group reluctantly rushed in at the leader’s desperate nagging.

But was it too late, or was the resistance itself meaningless to begin with?

“Let these wicked people be subdued.”

Chorrrrrr!!

A glowing rope descended from the forest at incredible speed, tying the necks of the goblins around her.

“Keep, kehe, ke-”

“Punish those who deserve to be condemned.”

The groans of the strangled goblins were brief.

The ring of light that had been pierced to a single point in an instant smoothly cut off their necks without a single inch of error, rendering them unable to make a sound anymore.

Just like the goblins before them, the headless green corpses fell limply to the ground, leaving only one left in the forest.

It was a leader entity.

“D-d-d-d-d! This can’t be happening-”

“But this is not a rejection.”

The moment I realized I could no longer win and turned to run away, however, a ring of light filled its neck as well.

Fear filled the bastard’s eyes as he knew what would happen next.

It was a pointless thing.

“It may be to bring you to my side and make you repent of your sins yourself… … .”

Ching… … !

Once again the light gathered into one point, and the goblin’s head, stained with fear, rolled down.

When he fell into the forest, his head was no different from the other entities he had been guiding.

and…….

“I thought there were two more coming from nearby.”

“… … !”

The nun’s eyes turned to Blanc.

I thought he was a little distant since the goblins didn’t notice him, but it seems that wasn’t the case for that nun.

And actually, this was a pretty awkward situation.

As I recall over and over again, Blanc’s current appearance is-

“What appeared… is one?”

“Now, just a moment!”

Chewing!!

A huge ring of light appeared, surrounding Blanc.

Blanc, who obviously had no intention of fighting her, spoke urgently.

“I understand what you’re thinking! The timing is terrible, since I showed up right after you’ve finished killing all the scumbags! But know this! I’m your enemy-”

“Calm down, goblin.”

“What? No, I have to persuade you… … .”

“It was just a joke. If I thought of you as an enemy, I would have already taken action. Either by using some unsuitable magic or by using a literal hand.”

Nellyvia muttered in disbelief, glancing sideways at the bewildered Blanc.

“Because ‘those’ are that kind of people.”

“That’s, what do you mean… I understand… … .”

“… … That’s exactly what you said.”

The nun, who I thought was glaring at Blanc, smiled and waved her hand.

The ring of light that had been targeting them disappeared.

“I knew you killed those two hops over there. The kids back there seemed okay too… I figured they might be coming to help me.”

“Oh… I knew it. But is it okay? I feel bad saying this myself, but as you can see, I… … .”

“Yes. You’re a goblin. Even the person next to you is someone I would normally risk my life to prevent from approaching.”

“Huh. That’s what you’re saying.”

“But that’s not really a problem for me… no, for us.”

“Uh… why?”

Blanc asked curiously.

As if answering him.

“The warmth of the ‘cloak’ you’re wearing behind you is warm, but… it’s because of the scent of that person that’s soaked into your body and armor.”

“ah?”

“A gentle and warm scent that will ease your mood just by smelling it. There is only one person in the world who can have such a scent.”

He transformed his own hands into the paws of a giant wolf and said with a grin.

“How could someone whom the Holy Lady truly trusts… become an enemy of our Moon Clan?”

“Wolf, vs… human… … ?”

“It’s a late greeting. My name is Derk, the Silver Tail, who once served as a priest for the Broken Moon group.”

The nun greeted him politely.

“Here, it is also called Zan.”