Goblin Knight - Chapter 334



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EP.334 City Rats (14)

What filled my mind were scenes of the terrible tragedy I had seen during my travels.

Werewolf Gian and Sister Myriel, Sir Javert and the knights who followed him, the lowly Abbesses who were turned into ghouls while pregnant, and even the Viscount Jongdret, the one who drove the Abbesses to their deaths.

They were good people, or people who wanted to be good. People who tried to devote themselves to others in their own way. They were people who should not have suffered such a miserable fate.

However, there was someone who took advantage of their goodness, made them take up arms against each other, and caused a terrible tragedy.

That’s it.

‘Iscariot… …!’

I couldn’t stop my murderous rage from seething.

Although they had parted ways without much conflict the last time they had met, it was because he was holding a hostage, not because Blanc had any lack of hatred.

No matter how rational he may appear, he was an incurable villain and madman who could never coexist with Blanc.

If the opportunity ever came again, I was determined not to miss it and punish him with the silver sword… Blanc’s arch-rival.

But then, the person I so resented suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Even he was still young and immature, unlike in the past when he couldn’t even hurt Blanc because he lacked the strength he had.

If Blanc really wanted to kill him… he would be beheaded without even being able to resist.

It was such a tempting choice for Blanc, who knew what kind of tragedy he would create in the future.

If we could just cut off Iscariot’s head here, Sister Gian and Sister Myriel would not have died such a miserable death, and Vicomte de Jongdret would not have caused such misery to the Abbés with his wrong beliefs.

Rather, isn’t it a kind of evil to miss this opportunity now, since it would ultimately be tantamount to condoning evil deeds?

Blanc secretly turned his left hand towards the silver sword.

Iscariot was already within his reach. If he could just draw this sword and swing it, he could block the future tragedy itself.

Sister Derk, who had the slightest chance of stopping him, also went forward to greet Iscariot, and was unable to keep Blanc in sight.

If you just give it a little effort.

Just pull it out and cut off its head… … .

‘… … .’

It was only a brief moment in time, but it took hundreds and thousands of reflections in my head.

Blanc quietly turned his left hand away from the sword.

There was also the reason why I thought of the advice that Agnelli had given: ‘We only have one world left to live in, so we cannot change the past.’

It wasn’t just that.

‘That’s not right.’

Even if it is determined that Iscariot will bring about many tragedies in the future, that is a matter of the future.

The boy in his growing years waving his hand over there right now was an innocent man who had committed no crime.

Condemning such a person for a crime he has not yet committed sounded so unreasonable that even the excuse of wanting a better future was unacceptable.

What’s more,

“What are you doing?”

Next to him was Nellyvia.

A girl who, not even a day ago, preached about how evil is boring and how the path to goodness can be an interesting story.

What would she think if she saw Blanc’s sudden ‘condemnation’?

After Blanc had gathered his thoughts, he let out a small sigh and quietly replied.

“No, I was just thinking about the future of travel. Sister Derk seems to be excellent at educating growing children.”

“… …Why are you looking down at me and saying those words? Why don’t you explain it to me properly, Gop- eup!?”

“(Shh, shh!)”

Blanc quickly covered her mouth with his hand as Nelivia appeared to be absentmindedly referring to him as ‘goblin’.

“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!?”

“(It doesn’t matter to you, nun, but doesn’t that kid over there not know that I’m a goblin? Maybe he doesn’t know that you’re a werewolf!)”

“Ugh, ugh… ugh ugh… !”

“(Anyway, call me by my name or whatever. Do you understand? Nod twice if you understand.)”

Nellyvia, who was panting and struggling for breath, shook her head urgently, and Blanc released her mouth.

The girl, who had been gasping for breath several times, glared at him with eyes full of discontent.

“… … Did you really have to do it this way, you thug?”

“If I don’t do it right away, there’s no way to know what kind of emergency situation will arise. I hope I’ll be given another option next time.”

“You insolent… you insolent brat, how dare you treat me like this? I am the princess of Mongma, the ruling servant… … .”

Blanc looked ahead again, deliberately ignoring Nellyvia’s grumbling.

The nun and Iscariot were returning after their brief reunion.

“Excuse me. Now, let me introduce myself again. This boy is Iscariot Tenargius. He is an apprentice priest working under me, and he is also a child I have taken in.”

“Collected? That means… … .”

“What?”

I could sense that Sister Derk was trying to dilute the conversation.

It was unexpected. Was Iscariot originally an orphan?

There were a few times when I cursed in my mind, calling him a ‘son of a bitch who doesn’t even have parents’, but I never thought it was true.

“That’s true, but in reality, right now, it’s like my child-”

“No matter how bad you are, you’re still my younger sibling, Sister. The age difference isn’t that big anyway!”

“Hey, again… I’m sorry. He’s been acting a lot like this lately. Maybe it’s because he’s rebelling.”

“It’s not like I’m rebelling… …!”

“… … .”

And one more thing that was probably good was that Iscariot of this time period seemed to have a crush on Sister Derk.

Something more than simple familial love, something so obvious that even someone with a low level of human understanding like Blanc could understand it.

The nun didn’t even seem to notice, but… well, it was a good thing anyway.

While Blanc was secretly puzzled by the unusual side of his nemesis, the nun looked at them and trailed off.

“And Iscariot, these people… … .”

Blanc wondered why she hadn’t continued, but then realized that she hadn’t even told him their names.

It was a new problem. Can I just say it?

Iscariot would definitely meet him in the distant future, not long after he had begun his journey.

Apart from the fact that he didn’t know the name Blanc at the time, there would be no reason to give proper information to his future rival.

Blanc opened his mouth, his persona having been brought out for the first time in a long while, a monster combining the jovial chivalry of Sir Tom Quiyote and the eloquence of Menera, the world’s most talkative merchant.

“Meblang Tom Riddle. He is the third son of the Riddle family, a renowned swordsman in the far south, and a wandering knight in training to become a noble knight.”

“Mabel Tom what- ahh!?”

“And this is Libya. My servant whom I met during my travels… a companion, and also an excellent magician.”

“… … Yes. Sir Meblang is a noble man who came all the way here to protect the kidnapped children, so you, Iscariot, should also show your respect accordingly.”

“Oh… … .”

As he finished speaking, he elbowed Nelivia in the side, who was about to continue talking without understanding the atmosphere, and Iscariot turned to him with sparkling eyes.

Having spent a long time in church, I looked up to the wandering knights who had traveled all over the world.

It was the most unfamiliar gaze in the world, so I hoped you would please refrain from doing so.

“You’re from the South? Wow, this is the first time I’ve seen someone from the South! I’ve heard it’s the land of the most prosperous and romantic knights, so you’re really bold!”

“Ah, uh, um.”

“It must have been quite a journey just to get here from there, so if you don’t mind, could we talk a little bit-”

“Iscariot, stop.”

Thanks to the nun’s timely intervention, Blanc was barely able to escape the embarrassment of being looked at with admiration by his long-time rival.

As Iscariot withdrew, pursed his lips as if he was sorry, the nun turned toward the city and said:

“Now that the introductions are done, let’s get going. The distance to the church isn’t that far, so now would be a good time to prepare dinner for the kids.”

“Oh. This is just a thought, but could you leave part of your evening to this goblin-meblang guy?”

“yes?”

“Just trust me and leave it to me, you won’t regret it. Hey, you agree, right? Yeah? My side hurts from where you hit me earlier.”

“… … .”

On one side, there is his arch-rival (Yejeong) whose eyes sparkle with anticipation of an adventure in a world he does not know, and on the other side, there is his surprisingly naive lover (Yejeong).

Blanc quietly nodded, sighing deeply at the strange experience that no one in the world had ever experienced.

“Okay. But don’t expect too much, I’m just learning from over your shoulder.”

“If you can trust me, Miss Livia, and leave it to me, then you really don’t need to be humble. You could probably become a successful chef right away.”

“Yeah, I’ll consider it in the distant future… … .”

“and.”

Just as he was about to load the group back onto the carriage and climb into the coachman’s seat.

Sister Derk added in a whisper.

“(It was an excellent choice to shut Miss Nellyvia’s mouth.)”

“(……Doesn’t Iscariot know your true identity?)”

“(There was no need to tell you. Okay, I’ll go and talk to the kids and calm them down. Just let me know when you get to the entrance of the city.)”

With those words, the nun, Iscariot, and the children entered the carriage.

Blanc, looking at the nun’s back, found himself recalling a scene from the past.

Werewolf Gian lived with Sister Miriel while hiding his identity, but his identity was revealed and he and the nun met a tragic end.

So… what about Sister Derk?

If her identity is revealed, what will happen to her, and to Iscariot?

– Do not insult the Lord.

– My end will be in a dead end situation with no one left to defeat, and I will receive everyone’s hatred!

– It is fitting that the condemned person whom the Lord has finally given us should be met with such misery!!

‘… … .’

“Hello?”

“Ah, no… It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

“You often find yourself blankly staring at something. Is that how you usually are?”

Blanc steered his horse toward the city, ignoring Nellyvia’s puzzled expression.