Goblin Knight - Chapter 335



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EP.335 Once Upon a Time (15)

Sister Derk seemed to be a person who was sincerely admired by the citizens of the city.

As if she had assured them that there would be no problem, the gatekeepers opened the gate with a respectful salute as soon as they saw Derk, and after she got out of the carriage, she and Iscariot were greeted warmly by the citizens who recognized her.

Even Blanc, who appeared to be a human knight, was approached by several curious children, perhaps due to the halo effect.

I think about the most recent religious figures I’ve seen (the greedy archbishop, the shoemaker, etc.) and wish all religious people in the world were like her.

Sister Derk stopped in front of a fairly large church and looked back at Blanc and her group.

The sign next to it read:

– A place where bread soaked in milk is willingly shared

“Okay, this is it. Come in, Mr. Meblang?”

“… … Okay. Go in.”

Blanc stared blankly at the sign for a moment, then sighed in frustration and stepped forward.

The church members inside looked at Blanc and the children with expressions of wonder, but soon they led the children to the side hallway with gentle smiles without asking any questions.

Judging from the sound of other children playing inside, it seemed that they had already received children in this manner many times.

“Fortunately, we arrived before the evening service. We will now explain the situation and come back, so please rest here for a moment.”

“Huh? Me too?”

“Then why not? Come quickly, Iscariot.”

Sister Derk led the young Iscariot to the place where the congregation was gathered.

Looking at that sight, Blanc finally felt relieved and thought, ‘I was able to resolve one urgent matter without any problems.’

But actually, I don’t even know how to do what I really need to do…

“Over there, over there.”

“hmm?”

One of the children who was being led by another nun slipped out of line and approached him.

It was Rani, an imaginative girl who was always afraid of him.

“That, sir, no, sir, monster… right? At some point, your appearance suddenly changed… … .”

“If we’re going to do it, the former would be better, though.”

“Yes, I, that is, that is.”

Rani continued to mumble and trail off, then bowed her head deeply and said.

“I’m sorry… for always being on guard against you, sir. Those kids are too young to do anything on their own, so I thought that if I just kept my wits about me, I could find a way to survive… … .”

“It’s a warning. But I remember eating breakfast the most deliciously than anyone else.”

“Ugh, that, that-”

“I’m joking.”

Even though he had saved something, he said a lot of things that seemed to test his feelings too much. Was that what he was thinking?

Aside from being unique, his overly rich imagination did bother him a bit, but… I guess that’s something you can look at as cute.

Blanc smiled and patted the girl’s head.

“It’s amazing that you can think of others and volunteer to do scary things. I don’t know what will happen to you in the future, but I hope you don’t lose that spirit.”

“… … .”

Rani, who had been resting her head on his hand for a moment, looked up at him with slightly teary eyes and spoke.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“Hmm.”

“This is all I can say to you now, but someday… if we ever meet again, then I will repay you properly, sir.”

With those words, Rani followed the congregation back down the hallway.

There’s no need to do that. I honestly thought that just that greeting was enough of a reward.

There… Since we live in different time zones, we probably won’t meet again.

Still, it had been a long time since he had heard such sincere thanks, so Blanc turned around, feeling pleased.

Nellyvia was watching with a strange smile.

“He’s just a regular player. His skills at hitting and beating are just as good as ‘ours.’”

“what?”

“I guess this is familiar? Of course it is. With that appearance, if you just said a few plausible words, you could have taken care of three or four girls without any problems.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but is that really the only thing that comes to mind when you see this heartwarming sight of pure gratitude following a good deed?”

“Uh… I really can’t see it any other way… … .”

Whether or not Nellyvia made a slightly embarrassed face, Blanc sighed secretly in frustration.

I knew it from the beginning, but her nature is fundamentally different from Annelie’s.

Because he thinks of everything through a thoroughly self-centered mindset, he cannot feel any empathy for nobility.

By the same token, this level of good deeds and gratitude cannot bring about any emotion in her heart… … .

‘… … They say there is no such thing as big or small in a line, but this incident certainly wasn’t as intense as when I first met Annelie. Was such an intense incident really necessary?’

So to speak… something a little more precarious and dangerous, yet dramatic, like salvation?

But that kind of thing isn’t easily found in the world, and it’s not something you can find if you look for it…

Is there no good way? Something that can completely change the nature of someone who is born with an evil nature?

“Mr. Meblang.”

“Ah, you’re back.”

As I was frowning and thinking, Sister Derk, who had finished explaining to the parishioners, approached me.

Iscariot was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone to prepare for a service or something.

“The church still has ample financial resources and enough space, so there won’t be any problems in taking care of the children until they find a place to return to.”

“That’s great. Thanks for resolving things smoothly.”

“It must be thanks to Yul-nim sending Meblang.”

“Yulira.”

Blanc looked at the nun with renewed eyes.

Sister Derk smiled and turned around, as if she could clearly see what he was trying to say.

“We usually have a meal after the service. I’m going to start preparing the meal now. If you feel like it… … ?”

“What?”

When asked if she would be willing to help prepare the meal, Blanc shrugged and stood up.

To be honest, he was also curious about how much of the ‘skills learned from over the shoulder’ would be useful.

“I want to wash my hands first.”

* * *

Blanc’s meal was held on the third floor of the church, in what appeared to be a reception room for distinguished guests, with only three people present: Blanc, Nelivia, and Sister Derk.

And the proficiency test was a great success.

“Indeed… this is a skill worthy of your praise. How on earth could you use the same materials to make something like this… … .”

“Look at that! Am I right? I don’t know about anything else, but I’m telling you that your cooking skills are timeless!”

That’s really… an admiration that subtly sees through the essence.

Blanc felt the corners of his mouth soften involuntarily amid the pouring praise, and put a piece of stewed chicken into his mouth.

As it had been quite some time since breakfast and I was hungry, the meal was over quickly, and then the nun got up from her seat and took something out of the cupboard.

It was a bottle of wine and some beef jerky.

“Ha. A servant of Yul who enjoys eating meat and drinking alcohol? If the one who is said to be in heaven heard that, he would be very sad.”

“Well, you might be happy that there is finally a believer who understands. There is no mention in the doctrine of prohibiting such a thing. And- well… I’ll talk about this later.”

The nun clanged the bottle of wine in front of Blanc and said.

“How about a drink?”

“One of the few things the Feeders are better at than we are at is brewing. Follow me.”

“I… I… politely decline. It’s not that I don’t like it… but I have a promise… … .”

“promise?”

“When I drink with a woman, I always have… no, um, there is something like that. Anyway, for now.”

“It’s a shame. This is one of the joys of life.”

Sister Derk drank from her cup, sounding like the most faithful servant of the law in the world.

The nun, who had put down her glass with a beastly noise of “Krrrrrrr,” opened her mouth as she ripped open the scarlet jerky.

“Well then… I think we probably have a lot of questions for each other. I’ll start with what kind of being you are.”

“Is the term Goblin Knight not enough?”

“That would be a good answer, except that it is impossible. And I am sure you are wondering why I, a werewolf who is supposed to follow the will of the ‘Great Wolf,’ am volunteering to be Yul’s servant.”

“What?”

As Blanc nodded slowly, the nun chuckled playfully as she stuffed the remaining half of the jerky into her mouth.

“So, to liven things up, how about we play a game where each person takes turns asking a question to someone they like? It’s just a game, so if you don’t want to answer, of course you don’t have to.”

“Hey, that sounds fun. What’s the order?”

“This is my position, so I will give you the right to decide, Mabel.”

“Then let’s start with me, then you, and then Nellyvia. Is it okay if I start now? Okay, then… shall I ask Sister Derk first?”

Blanc asked, staring at her right hand.

“Let me start with the question you were expecting. What on earth is the reason you’re here? And you’re getting quite a bit of respect for it?”

“As expected. Oh, I forgot to mention, but of course all conversations here are to be kept secret?”

“Well, that’s it.”

When Blanc and Nelivia agreed, the nun took another sip of wine and said:

“Well, where should I begin… Yes. It was about ten years ago, when I was still a priest of the Silver Tail, worshipping the moon and the Great Wolf.”

And then, with a face like he had been itching to say something to someone.

“I realized that what humans call ‘the Law’ and what we once worshipped and called ‘the Teachings of the Moon’… are very similar.”