Goblin Knight - Chapter 333



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EP.333 City Rat (13)

When Sister Derk introduced herself as a werewolf, Blanc had a hard time accepting it.

It wasn’t a crowd. What kind of being was the ‘werewolf’ species that he knew?

Ruler of the forest.

A being stronger, faster, and more cunning than any other animal.

But at the same time… wasn’t he a being so ferocious that he couldn’t even control himself, and couldn’t even maintain a community made up of blood relatives?

Even this was not the biased opinion of Blanc or others.

The ones who told him the truth about the cruel werewolves through the Iron Sword Preston were none other than the werewolves themselves – Gian and Trasha.

It was fundamentally different from Sister Derk’s introduction.

Even though I wonder if she is a different species, like the werewolf Gian who dreamed of the path of faith, the word priest that she naturally says is troubling.

Those remarks seem to take for granted that, like the religious sects of humans, werewolves also have a community based on faith.

Naturally, Blanc realized.

‘The past… This is a forgotten past that even the werewolves themselves are unaware of. They were not originally just ferocious beings. When they had a proper faith, they were able to overcome their instincts and survive!’

The reason Blanc came to admire nobility, and still admires it, was because of his faith.

I did not believe in Yul, whose thoughts I did not know, but in my mother who believed in the teachings of Yul. I wanted to be like her, even putting aside my own nature.

The werewolves of this period were also able to become like Blanc because they had such beliefs.

… … Does that mean that in the future, those people will become ferocious beasts that only crave blood and meat?

What on earth happened?

After giving a series of impressions that are bound to leave you with a bitter aftertaste from a perspective of knowing the future.

Blanc, who had escaped the shocking werewolf past, was forced to face the words that were even more shocking and had been unconsciously putting off.

therefore…….

“A saint?”

“yes.”

Derk answered, bowing his head politely to Blanc, whose face was distorted in a strange way.

“Even though I am temporarily away from my clan due to personal circumstances, how could I miss that person’s afterglow? The saint’s blessings are felt more strongly in you than in anyone else.”

“Ah, no, that’s it, even if you say she’s a saint, there’s something I can’t particularly guess… … .”

“Oh, then I could have been with you in a different form. You are as free as the wind, so you often enjoy such games. Did you happen to have a silver dog with you on your journey? Or maybe a silver-haired-”

Derk was saying something behind him, but Blanc wasn’t in a position to hear it.

This was because he realized that it was ‘strange’ that the party’s steed, Trasha, was a noble person who was a saint of a different race.

‘No, that can’t be. Trasha was a wolf from Tamullah. I saw clearly that she lost her family to her own kind only a few days after she was born.’

That’s not the kind of story that can be misrepresented.

It is a tragedy that Blanc personally cuts her down with the iron sword Preston, digging into her psychology at the time.

‘Like when Annelly was hiding her true self with some kind of magic or something… No. Looking back now, even the powerful Nellivia’s impersonation had many dangerous and contradictory aspects, but Trasha didn’t have any of that.’

It would be strange if Trasha had been able to perfectly execute a trick that even Nellyvia wasn’t able to do perfectly.

If Trasha’s true nature was a better wizard than Nellyvia, then that’s another matter… If that was the case, then the demons would have tried to find Trasha along with Nellyvia.

No matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t seem like the ‘saint’ that Sister Derk was talking about and Trasha were the same person.

Then Trasha… maybe… … .

‘… … Could she be a blood relative of the saint?’

In a world of lingering scents that even Blanc, who prides himself on having a good sense of smell, could not detect, it was completely unknown how the werewolves recognized each other.

The best Blanc could deduce was that perhaps they smelled similar because they were blood relatives.

then.

If that’s the case… … .

“… … You must have been with the same person for some time. I think you have an idea, but may I ask how the saintess spent her time with you?”

“Uh, uh… that’s… … .”

“Did you receive a lot of love as a small, friendly pet? Or was it a trustworthy companion that you could entrust your back to?”

Neither of them are wrong, but how did Blanc treat the noble ‘Saint’s Bloodline’?

They were often used as fine horses to pull pumpkin carriages… or occasionally as hunting dogs to find game… or when on a ship, they were inevitably kept locked in the cabin… … .

… … Well, of course… I loved him a lot as a horse and a pet… But that… … .

“Well, um, uh… my journey is so special… it’s, it’s hard to go into detail… .”

“I see. It’s a shame, but it’s okay. I can see that you truly cherish the saintess.”

Sister Derk smiled gently.

Unable to meet her eyes, Blanc gradually avoided her gaze.

“by the way.”

After a brief exchange of greetings, Derk glanced at the carriage behind them.

Perhaps out of curiosity, children were seen opening the carriage door and peeking out to peek at them.

“What’s going on? No matter how hard I try to imagine, I can’t think of a particular reason why you two would be carrying children in a carriage.”

“that is.”

Blanc was about to ask if she could help him get into the city because of the circumstances, when he noticed her outfit again.

A black nun’s habit. A definitive proof of belonging to the church.

And the children behind me were asking to be taken to the church for some unknown reason.

‘Why don’t we just take the kids here and give them to her?’

The reason they couldn’t enter the city was actually because of the children. If there were no children, there would be many ways to get in, whether it was by jumping over the walls or by hiding one’s identity.

If the nuns accept the children, the problems on both sides will be resolved amicably. Blanc and her party will be happy because they will have freedom of movement, and the children will be happy because they will be able to achieve their goals.

If only they would accept the children, but… … .

It’s not like she’s so cautious that she can’t even bring it up, so what’s the big deal? Blanc lightly confessed to the nun what had happened so far.

“Indeed. I thought you had rescued the merchants from a group of bandits, but in fact, you were human traffickers, and in that carriage was me… ‘the young lady’… and you were wondering what to do with the lost children when you heard the goblins attack and came to help me.”

Sister Derk nodded, understanding the gist of the story, and spoke carefully.

“I’m sorry, but isn’t the story too dense for the time? How many incidents do you experience in a day?”

“… … .”

Just before that, he had time-jumped, and just before that, it was revealed that the seed was actually the ruler of the demon tribe, and just before that, he had been chased by numerous demon tribes together with the tin man in the distorted land.

Although it happened within a ‘day’ in the proper sense, Blanc just nodded silently.

“You were born with a strange fate. So what? Can you fulfill the children’s wishes?”

Blanc asked cautiously.

Even for the most good of people, he knew how difficult it was to take care of a dozen children without any compensation.

But Sister Derk nodded without much thought, as if there was no need to worry about that.

“Of course. Caring for lost sheep is our raison d’etre.”

“That’s true… If you think about your true identity, it’s an answer that can be interpreted in many different ways, isn’t it?”

“… … Of course I didn’t mean it that way. How can you be so consistent in your vicious remarks towards me?”

While Nellyvia was glaring at the children who were hiding behind the carriage, the nun approached the children and smiled kindly at them.

“You’ve been through a scary time. But don’t worry. From now on, Yul will protect you.”

“… … !”

Was it only when I heard that warm voice that I finally felt at ease?

No matter how kindly they were treated, it was clear that they were being held captive by a scary monster, and the eyes of the children who had been unable to relax finally began to show signs of relief and tears.

I was half relieved that things worked out without a hitch, and half bitter that I couldn’t be that at ease.

“Well, that nun impersonator is way more dangerous than you. Don’t you think it would be fun to tell them that?”

“Be quiet. Why on earth are you trying to pour cold water on a story that ended well? Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a ‘gentle ending’… No, wait, it wasn’t long… Isn’t this the first time in my life that something has ended without incident… …?”

“Huh? Huh? G-Gee, why are you acting like that all of a sudden? Why are you crying? Was there even one part of you that you felt sad about!?”

Nelivia is bewildered by Blanc’s realization of the truth she didn’t want to realize.

After a brief greeting with the children, Sister Derk returned and made a proposal.

“The children were well taken care of. But it would be a shame to just part ways like this, so how about you both stop by the church for a bit? I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“Ah, yes… Thank you for the offer. I had a lot to ask you, including about your work as a nun. But I can’t go in there because of how I look… .”

“Don’t worry about that. Magic against monsters is my specialty. Here it is.”

“Oh.”

A golden light seemed to surround him, and his green skin quickly became the bright color of a human.

As I was admiring the ‘human appearance’ that I was experiencing for the first time in my life, Nellyvia snorted in delight.

“I had a vague idea, but it really doesn’t match up. It’s better for you to just stay the way you are.”

“Do you really have to say such bad things? It’s something I only dreamed of. People are happy… …!”

“… … It’s not exactly a bad thing.”

“what?”

“I didn’t say much.”

I missed Nellyvia’s small mutter, but she seemed to have no intention of saying it again.

As Blanc pursed his lips, Sister Derk examined his body and nodded, confirming that the ritual was complete.

“That’s good. I’ve made it so that it can last a full day, and the guards know my face, so I shouldn’t have any trouble getting through the gate.”

“Thank you. Then are we leaving right away?”

“No. Actually, there was one more person in the group.”

“uh?”

Blanc was taken aback by the story he had heard for the first time. When he had clearly sensed the presence of another person, there was no one there.

The nun explained, as if she understood the question.

“There’s a kid who went a different way than me. We decided to take a detour and clear out their lair while I was here to stop the attack.”

“A child?”

“Um… He’s a trainee priest working under me. Although he’s still young, he’s very skilled and smart, so I can trust him. Honestly, I might learn more from him.”

“Ugh… … .”

“Oh, they’re just coming over there.”

The irony that Sister Derk, who only experienced it briefly but is clearly a person of character, praises so highly.

Blanc, who was curious about what kind of child it was, turned her head in the direction the nun was pointing.

Sure enough, a figure was approaching from beneath the forest that was gradually getting darker.

He was too young to be called a youth, but too mature to be called a boy.

Even though he had black hair, his face was already pretty, so rather than being unkempt, he felt wild, and although he was wearing priestly attire that was a little bigger than his body, it didn’t feel excessive…

… … And for some reason, Blanc felt a sense of foreboding that she had seen the child somewhere before, even though she was clearly seeing him for the first time.

But what is truly strange is the two impulses that come with the feeling of foreboding.

The primal fear and intense hostility I felt when I first learned of ‘that guy’s’ identity.

Yeah, like that.

Arch-rival… … .

“Sister Derk! I came back after cleaning everything up! But who are those people over there!?”

“You are noble guests! And have you not taught me to be pious at all times and at all times, Iscariot!!”

Just like the first time I saw Iscaliot Tenardgi.