Goblin Knight - Chapter 347



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EP.347 Once Upon a Time (26)

As I entered the werewolf territory through the forest canopy, I felt the chaos on the ground growing thicker.

Visible through the thin gaps in the coniferous forest were werewolves fighting each other.

It was usually a scene of a silver-furred werewolf surrounded by several brown werewolves, restrained with a strong net or something, but the voice I was hearing was bothering me.

– Got it! Pull!!

– Kreaaaah!! Let go! Let go, you pig’s lackeys!!

– Damn it, if only the strength were stronger… …! This net won’t last long! Hurry up!!

– You heard? Everyone run in and knock him out! But don’t bite him, you don’t want to end up like that!!

If you bite it, it becomes ‘like that’?

While Blanc was perplexed by the faint voice he heard, the group of Yael leading them changed direction and began to descend to the ground.

Huge huts were seen with whole log posts as outer walls and coniferous leaves covering the roofs.

Judging by the hastily constructed appearance, it is probably a temporary shelter for brown werewolves… no, a military camp.

“We’ve arrived. Get off!”

Blanc followed them and landed lightly.

Just as he was about to put Nellyvia down on the ground, Blanc realized that he had been carrying Nellyvia without realizing it.

It was a long-standing habit of carrying Annelie, and it was also an unavoidable situation, but Nellyvia was a princess who strongly refused to even be carried because of her pride.

Is it okay? Blanc carefully put Nelivia down and watched her expression.

“Ah… yeah, we arrived… … .”

Nellyvia spoke as if she had not come to her senses yet, and just stood with her feet on the ground, without really seeming to question him.

Well, it was a series of unexpected situations, so it was understandable that I couldn’t come to my senses. Anyway, it was fortunate that my favorability rating didn’t drop because of this incident.

As Blanc felt relieved inside, Yael, who had been looking at them for a moment, let out a chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?”

“No, I just… thought it was really cute.”

“what?”

“Our groom is so shy that he doesn’t even have time to enjoy such things… … Oh, damn it. If it weren’t for times like this, I would just pour myself some whiskey and listen to the story!”

Yael, who had been mumbling nonsense, raised her hand and pointed behind her with her thumb.

“Follow me. Normally, I would treat you like a guest, but I’m sure you all saw that it wasn’t the right situation to do so, so please understand. What’s your name, Goblin?”

“Blanc. This way-”

“Don’t worry, I don’t need to introduce you. At first, I didn’t recognize you because of your appearance… Isn’t that the noble and wise Princess Nellyvia? How could I not know you?”

“… … .”

A very sarcastic tone.

It seems that it is not only Sister Derk who is wary of the Demon Tribe, but it is a common trait among all werewolves.

This was a really bad sign for Blanc, who was hoping to gain their favor and have his armor repaired.

As Blanc and Nelivia followed Yael, scenes from the battle they had seen in the forest earlier came into view throughout the camp.

Silver werewolves are thrown into thick steel prison cells, chained up in nets and passed out.

But among those who were trapped, there were brown werewolves bleeding profusely from their wounds. Judging from what we just heard, they were probably the ones who had been ‘bitten’.

– Just calm down, everything will be okay, Alga.

– How can you be calm!? You… You’re going to turn into them soon, how can you!!

– Of course, but surely, surely the Saintess will find a way. So if we believe and wait… … .

– That ‘saint’ who hasn’t heard a single voice for over a thousand moons!? How on earth!!

– … … .

– Oh, Hilfi, I shouldn’t have let you leave… When you said you’d save them, I should have bitten you to stop you.

– Okay.

– If you, if you leave me too… what am I supposed to do… … .

I unintentionally overheard a conversation between a brown werewolf who had entered the cell and a werewolf who appeared to be his mate, through the prison wall.

It was such a dire situation that he was feeling depressed, but then Blanc suddenly noticed something strange in the scene and narrowed his eyes.

Among those who surrounded us with sorrowful expressions, there were also a few silver werewolves.

‘Are all silver werewolves crazy?’

Blanc is slowly coming to grips with the situation.

Soon the brown werewolf woman who had been weeping in sorrow slowly turned around to look at them and spoke while glaring at them with bloodshot eyes.

– You guys… It’s because of you guys.

– … … .

– We came here to keep our promise even though we were separated long ago… But what did you give us in return? Claws, teeth, and a curse!

– I see! They-

– You, you who were abandoned by the Great Wolf… you made my friend… my husband! Hilfi like you! You don’t deserve our favor!!

– Madam Alga, calm down!

– They are also victims –

– Give it back! Give Hilpi back, give our daily lives back!!

While the brown werewolves around her tried to stop the woman from crying and becoming enraged, the silver werewolves just looked at the floor with miserable expressions.

As Blanc blankly stared at the sight, Yael sighed and muttered.

“It’s a sight to behold. You came at a really bad time.”

“You guys… weren’t you guys living together?”

“We split up quite a while ago. Whether it was because of our attitude toward people, religious issues, or class discrimination… It’s complicated and a headache. Isn’t that how it always goes when a group grows a little bigger?”

Yael shook her head as if the mere thought made her shudder and stopped in front of a building.

It was a little more spacious and neatly built than the other camps… a kind of small temple.

“Here?”

“Until recently, it was one of the sanctuaries of the Broken Moon Village. Now, it is practically the only sanctuary… and it is also where the Saintess resides.”

“But why did you bring us here… … ?”

“Huh? Weren’t you the saint’s guest?”

Blanc tilted his head.

I heard that he doesn’t have any connection with the Saintess of the Werewolf… but that’s not something that happens in this time zone. He doesn’t know anything about the Saintess of this place.

Perhaps it was some kind of illusion. Or maybe it was because of the smell of Trasha that was all over his body… … .

Anyway, it’s a good thing.

‘If she were a saint, she would know the situation better than anyone else. It would be ideal to hear the situation from her directly. We could ask for help and discuss ways to provide help.’

Anyway, at this point, it is impossible for Blanc and Nelivia alone to fend off the executioner’s pursuit.

If Blanc could help with the work here, and in return get help heading to the land of the Demons, then that would also be a virtuous cycle.

It wouldn’t be bad for Nellyvia’s education either.

“Aren’t you going in with me?”

“I… uh, if possible, it would be better to avoid meeting the saintess. It would just be uncomfortable for both of us.”

“?”

“Long story, long story. Let’s get into it quickly.”

Blanc was almost pushed into the temple.

As it was called a sanctuary, its interior was also special.

A wall was made by weaving vines between six magnificent large trees that had already grown in the forest, and the floor in the center was carved into a square moon shape.

Looking at the straight, open ceiling, I thought that perhaps on a day when the broken moon rises, the moonlight might shine down on this floor.

‘The church of Yul, with its colorful glass and brilliant light, is certainly beautiful, but… the werewolves’ are reverent. It feels like they worship nature.’

As Blanc walked inward past the square moon-carved floor, Nellyvia, who had been silent for a while, spoke for the first time in a long while.

“What was your relationship with the Saintess of the Werewolf?”

“hmm?”

“I don’t know for sure, but from what that nun said and from what that Yael said just now, it seems like she’s very favored by the Saintess of Werewolves.”

“It must be… an illusion. I don’t remember that. But I can guess why it was an illusion.”

Blanc muttered as he thought of the friend he had left behind in the future.

“I’m friends with that kind of person. If you ask me what kind of relationship I have with that guy… Well. A relationship where we trust each other and are willing to go to great lengths together?”

“Huh… … .”

“But as I said earlier, that’s a mistake. He can’t possibly have a direct relationship with the saint here.”

“Yes.”

Nellyvia muttered gruffly.

I could occasionally hear small mutterings like, ‘You said I had no choice…’ or ‘What’s so important about nobility or anything…’, but the context was so disjointed that I couldn’t understand what they were saying.

But it seemed like someone had heard their exchange.

– Of course, it would be an illusion.

“ah?”

Blanc raised his head at the unexpected answer.

The voice came from a hollow in a large tree opposite the entrance that Blanc hadn’t particularly paid attention to.

Now that I look at it, it was the most eye-catching location in the sanctuary. I wonder if that was the altar where the ritual was performed.

“Are you a saint?”

– You don’t need to call me by my highness. Without the call of the Great Wolf, I cannot be called a saint… As others say, I am nothing more than a fallen priestess.

“… … .”

– Even so… if there was one last calling I could carry out as the Saintess of all werewolves, it would have been to wait for this encounter.

“What does that mean?”

Blanc was puzzled by the words he couldn’t understand.

The saint, whose face had not yet been revealed, continued speaking in a voice that was clearly filled with heat.

– This meeting was worshiped.

“What did you say?”

– To me, who was in despair because I didn’t hear the call… the messenger secretly sent by the Great Wolf said this. A crisis will soon come to the entire species. No matter how hard we struggle, a disaster that cannot be prevented will strike and lead to extinction.

“What is that-”

– To prevent this, the savior the Great Wolf worshipped… will appear in the form of a stranger at the moment when we are most desperate!

Shouting in a voice filled with anticipation.

The saint, who had been hiding behind the shadow of the tree, appeared above the altar and cried out.

“I’ve been waiting! The one who will save our wolf pack, the king of all beasts! You, the brave lion Noil, born in a human body!!”

But right after that.

The beautiful saint with silver hair resembling Trasha was stunned when she saw a goblin standing there instead of the ‘human savior’ she had been worshipping.

Of course, it was the same for Blanc too.

“uh……?”

“… … The brave lion, Sir Noil…?”

Blanc asked back in a voice full of bewilderment.

“That name… why is it coming out ‘now’?”