Goblin Knight - Chapter 355



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EP.355 The Fall of the Moon (34)

I think so.

Yael seemed to be a highly respected leader.

It wasn’t that he believed her words completely. Blanc had learned to be cautious, having experienced many times that anyone can lie if they put their mind to it.

But regardless of how sincere her words were, the fact that she had caused her subordinates to help an enemy they hated so much that they were about to start a civil war… … .

That must be why so many werewolves follow her.

‘She’s definitely a heroine with no particular flaws. Except for her… immature tastes.’

While re-evaluating Yael again.

On the one hand, Blanc did not miss the fact that her words were different from what he knew.

‘The timing is different.’

It had been about five years since the civil war, and it was only after Yael had been banished from the forest that she realized that the Broken Moon Village had lost the voice of the Great Wolf.

But according to Sister Derk, communication with the Great Wolf was cut off more than a dozen years ago.

Didn’t the nun herself melt into the human world and become a believer in Yul in order to find out the reason?

‘Silver Wolf… The biggest foundation of the Wolangs was that they could hear his voice. Were they deceiving the village in order to not lose that advantage?’

Of course, there are probably other reasons that I didn’t mention. For example, it could cause great confusion in the werewolf society.

But no matter what they claim, it is clear that there was inter-species discrimination, and it cannot be denied that the pretense was to protect the Wolrang themselves.

On the other hand, once you become aware of that fact, the reasons for the civil war cannot help but feel a little different.

‘Yael thought that the reason the civil war broke out was because the Wolrang clan didn’t care about the Coppertail clan at all. If she had known even a little about their affairs, she would have known that they were trying to befriend humans.’

But if that weren’t the case.

It’s not that they didn’t care at all… they were just hiding the fact that they had lost God and were so focused on getting him back that they didn’t even notice that.

If the lack of communication created that tragedy… … .

‘… … It’s still an unconfirmed story.’

Blanc gave up his sprawling imagination.

There is something obviously absurd about Yael’s story, but we have little clues to piece together the truth, and in fact, we have little room to do so.

The new tragedy is too close to delve into the past tragedy.

So, as Blanc was about to return to his conversation with Yael, he suddenly noticed a strange expression on Nelivia’s face.

Something… seems to be thinking deeply… … .

“Dream horse? Why are you like that?”

“… … No, not really.”

Nellyvia shrugged.

“You probably noticed something was off anyway. There’s no need to continue here.”

“Certainly. If we really want to find out more about that, we’ll have to listen to the saintess again.”

“Saint?”

“Hey, what are you talking about?”

“It’s… true. There are some parts of the story you told that are different from what we know.”

“What!? No, that can’t be true! I swear to the Great Wolf and the Gods of Heaven and Earth that I have never lied… …!”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I’m just trying to confirm that we were mistaken. Anyway, this isn’t important right now, so let’s get to the main point.”

Blanc reached for the canapé, calming Yael down.

“Even though we were the ones who heard the various stories first, wasn’t the original purpose of you calling us to hear the stories inside?”

“… … That’s right.”

“Well then, where should I start… … .”

Blanc rolled the salty cheese around in his mouth, collected his thoughts, and relayed to Yael a summary of the stories they had shared at the temple.

Yael seemed to already know about what had happened at the straw tower and how to deal with it, so she didn’t react at all.

But even Yael was shocked to learn that all of this was actually an attack using the plague.

“Rabies… Oh my goodness. Hey, goblin. How on earth did you figure that out? Is it your travel experience? You look like a hero with a twist—”

“… … .”

Although I’ve been through a lot, my travels are too short to be called a hero of reversal.

Unfortunately, the only plausible answer she could give was that she was so ignorant that she didn’t even realize that werewolves were immune to most diseases, which was worse than not saying anything.

So Blanc took a wiser course of action.

“… … Not really, that’s a reason worth telling.”

“Well, that’s right. There are things in this world that are better left unasked. Excuse me.”

“Anyway, you seem like a guy with a lot of dirty secrets. Just how many incidents have you been through?”

“You don’t know either, Your Majesty?”

“It’s been about ten days since I met this guy.”

“Uh… I don’t think so… … .”

“What does that mean?”

After passing over the question with a silence that seemed to be wrapped in sorrow and bitterness, Blanc continued speaking.

The attacks they received were not limited to using plagues, but involved the power to even change thoughts, one of which was to make the werewolves feel the urge to destroy the tower the moment they recognize it.

Perhaps the purpose is to lure the remaining werewolves into a trap and then exterminate them, so in order to survive, you must abandon this forest and run away in the opposite direction of the tower… … .

When she had finished telling the story, Yael was looking down at her hands and feet with a truly strange look.

“I did indeed destroy all the towers I found during the rescue. But that wasn’t my intention?”

“It’s a much more frightening ability. It’s not the ability to control one’s will, but the ability to create situations that naturally make one think that way.”

“Well… I don’t know. Then, isn’t this discussion meaningless in the first place? I just said it out loud, but in the end, it’s an attack that twists fate.”

“… … I don’t know that far ahead. But I do know that this ability is based on a certain story, and that it cannot be established if it deviates from the flow of that story.”

Blanc said, recalling how Ella had destroyed the contradictions of the forgotten fairy tale, ‘The Bremen Town Musicians’.

“If the story continues, it will be close to invincible, but if the story is damaged, it will not be established. The wolves that are supposed to destroy the tower will also be considered damaged if they move away from the tower.”

“Oh, really? That’s difficult.”

Yael clicked her tongue as if she didn’t understand at all, but nodded as if she agreed with his words.

But immediately after, her face hardened and she asked.

“By the way, Mr. Goblin. Have you thought about how to persuade the other wolves?”

“huh?”

“Well, right now our main objective is to ‘defend the stronghold’, but in fact, during the meeting, didn’t we come up with a plan to evacuate like Knight Nari said? We should just abandon this forest and leave.”

“Why didn’t you do that?”

Yael frowned at Blanc’s question as if it were a difficult story.

“This forest is, um… the home of all werewolves, a holy place, a sanctuary. It’s been that way since the Broken Moon Village was first established.

We, the Copper Tail Clan, outwardly thought we had successfully escaped this stifling forest, but deep down, we were yearning to return here.

To be honest, the reason you accepted my offer to help the Wolrang clan was probably because you were looking forward to returning to this forest.

Even we, who simply considered it our home, are like that, so what about those Wolrang guys?

This forest was the passage that connected them to the Great Wolf, and now it is the only evidence that a lost god once cared for them.

“How could I leave a place like that?”

Yael’s eyes were clouded as she recalled the events of the meeting.

“During the meeting, it was our wolf who first talked about evacuation. He was worried that the damage would be too great.

But as soon as those words came out, the saint, who had been silent with a frown on her face as if she were going to die at any moment, began to cry, saying that she could not do that.

They said that they could not give up this forest even at the cost of their lives. They said that they would rather sacrifice themselves to ensure that the Coppertail Clan could escape safely, and that they should just let the forest die along with them.

The other Wolrang clans seemed to have the same idea. Perhaps they had already discussed it among themselves.

“How can you break that will?”

Yael let out a sigh.

“I also agree with abandoning the forest and taking refuge. I think we have come too far to be saved.

But the biggest enemy that stands in the way of that is… probably the saintess. As long as the saintess’s will is firm, the Wolang clan will never abandon this forest.

So while you two are staying, I’m trying to figure out a way to persuade the Saintess… What’s wrong, why does the Princess have that expression?”

Yael, who had been speaking, suddenly looked at Nellyvia and tilted her head.

At some point, while the conversation was going on, she started glaring at Blanc.

Of course, Blanc couldn’t think of a reason for that either, so he tilted his head like Yael.

A quiet, quiet knock was heard.

– Excuse me… I heard that Sir Blanc, the wandering knight, is here. May I come in?

“Huh? Your Majesty!?”

When the subject of the conversation suddenly popped into reality, Yael was startled and sat up.

Since there was already a rift between them, he was cautious as he went out to open the door.

As the werewolf opened the door, a girl with beautiful long silver hair under her arms and wolf ears standing out above it walked in.

It was Saint Thirasia.

“Thank you, Yael.”

“Oh, yes… Your Majesty. But what’s the matter-”

After lightly accepting Yael’s greeting with a difficult face, the saint approached Blanc with cautious steps.

“… … I have made up my mind. According to your will, I will abandon this forest… and begin preparing to evacuate.”

“Already? No, is it okay? This forest is yours-”

“It’s not okay. But I know you’re right. It’s time to leave. And-”

Tirasya said with a sad smile.

“Because you said you would help me carry the luggage.”

“… … .”

“You are not the worshiped savior, but you… promised to protect us.”

Tirasya quietly lowered her head, holding Blanc’s hands with both of her own, who had stopped in an awkward position.

“Thank you, Sir Blanc. Without you, I would never have had the courage to make up my mind.”

“… … No. I just pushed your back, the courage is entirely yours.”

“Is that so?”

Tirascia smiled faintly, saying, “Hehehe.”

The saintess raised her face again and her face was much brighter than before.

“It’s getting late. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning to convince the others and prepare for a full-scale evacuation… Please get some rest today.”

“Ah, um.”

“Okay. Please, have a good night.”

After finishing her message, the saint turned around, gave another small greeting to Yael, and left just as she had come.

There was a moment of silence, and then Yael looked at Nelivia with a truly bizarre expression, then opened her mouth as if she understood everything.

“aha.”

“Do you understand now?”

“That… that, that’s really, really embarrassing. No… well… you’re still relatively young and single, so I guess that’s understandable… but… well… .”

“What are you talking about now?”

Blancman still tilted his head, not knowing what the two were talking about.