Goblin Knight - Chapter 356



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EP.356 Young Mongma (1)

After the story was roughly concluded, Yael guided Blanc and Nelivia to the lodging they would be using in the village.

It was a villa built under the roots of one of the six large trees that formed the sanctuary. It was a bit dusty as if it had not been used for a long time, but it was furnished with furniture and bedding of a better quality than most human inns.

It was once a place for outside guests (not humans, but beings like demons or fairies) to stay.

For Blanc, who had expected that given the circumstances, he would be given an empty barracks, this was an unexpected stroke of luck.

“No matter what, you are the guests of the saint. How can I invite you to such a shabby place? Rest here today, and if anything is inconvenient, tell me. I don’t think you’ll sleep well today anyway.”

“Thank you. But what do you mean you don’t sleep?”

“An emergency meeting has been called. By the order of the Saintess.”

“aha…….”

Are you trying to convince others to leave the forest?

Blanc, who had figured out how things were going, nodded slightly in greeting.

After a while, Nellyvia, who was sure that Yael had completely left, jumped onto the bed as if she could no longer bear it.

“Ah, a bed! A soft bed, not a sleeping bag on the dirt floor! How I have longed for this feeling- gulp!!”

“… … I understand you’re happy, but you need to shake off the dust that’s piled up. That could happen again.”

“Knock knock, knock… Ah, I know, treating me like a child… … !”

That’s right.

After glancing at Nelivia, who was coughing and inhaling dust from the bed, Blanc placed the broken armor on the space next to the bed opposite.

Blanc said, looking at the shattered helmet.

“In the end, there was nothing we could do about the armor problem.”

“When the entire race is in such a state, there’s no way we can do something as leisurely as repairing our armor. Both are so damaged to begin with that it seems harder to repair them, so wouldn’t it be better to just get new ones?”

“… … Even if the armor is like that, the helmet is not.”

“why?”

“It’s my mother’s heirloom.”

“uh…….”

Nellyvia opened her mouth for a moment, unable to speak, and then sat down on the bed with her feet together and asked.

“You always try to brush things off when it comes to your guy. Do you feel like saying something now?”

“I’ve never really done that. I just haven’t said things I shouldn’t have.”

“Of course you would. … … Your mother custom-made that helmet for you, so oddly shaped that it completely obscures your ‘racial characteristics’?”

“It was something my mother used to write.”

“Oh… Are you a goblin who dreams of becoming a knight like me?”

“no.”

Nellyvia stopped talking.

It must have been a realization of the heavy truth contained in Blanc’s one word of denial.

“… … .”

“He was the most noble man in the world. That’s why I could laugh off any insults you might have brought up to the knight.”

“… … I guess I shouldn’t have asked that. Sorry.”

“Not really. I’ve already concluded that matter myself. I don’t think it’s taboo. But it’s not something worth talking about, so I won’t answer unless you ask.”

Blanc turned his eyes from his helmet and looked at Nelivia.

“What’s more surprising is that the word ‘sorry’ came out of your mouth. If I remember correctly, isn’t this the first time you’ve said that?”

“I, too, know the line that I must keep! I just look at the opponent and decide whether or not I can trample on that line!”

“Aha. So now I am worthy of your respect? I am deeply moved. After all, overcoming crises together is effective-”

“Don’t climb, goblin!”

Blanc chuckled as he deliberately hit Nellyvia with a small pillow.

After a while, Blanc, who had roughly dusted off the area around the bed, lay down on the bed and muttered to himself.

“… … I still can’t get used to it.”

“what?”

“Bed. Maybe it’s because I’ve been lying on the floor since I was born, but even though it’s been quite some time since I started my journey, this comfort is extremely uncomfortable for me.”

“What a fool. So you’re going to sleep on the floor?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Blanc said, pulling the blanket off the bed and placing it on the floor.

Nellyvia looked down at him with a look of absurdity, then quickly realized something and shivered.

“Just in case, don’t pretend to sleep on the floor and sneak across to the center!”

“… … What an amazing… idea. If I had thought of that from the beginning, how about counting how many opportunities I would have had up until now?”

“uh…….”

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually really stupid. Go to sleep, Mongma. You’ll probably have a lot of work to do starting tomorrow.”

Blanc sighed and placed his hand on the lamp.

The moment the faintly flickering light disappeared and I was about to close my eyes and lie down in the ripe darkness.

Nellyvia’s voice was heard again.

“… … Goblin.”

“Why can’t you sleep? A lullaby-”

“Again… that, earlier, during the day… I’m sorry.”

“uh?”

Blanc made that sound without realizing it.

If it had been during the day, it would have been when she was attacked by crazy werewolves, but I couldn’t see what she could have done to feel sorry in that situation.

Nellyvia continued.

“I also know that I am of little use right now. The dangers, including daytime raids, have only been postponed, not eliminated, and I will only end up being a burden each time they occur.”

“No, not necessarily… … .”

“But I forced you to give up your beliefs in that situation. At the time, I thought it was for ‘us’… But if you think about it carefully, it wasn’t for us, but for my well-being that you protect.”

The weak-willed Mongma let out a small sigh and said.

“I was nervous. I didn’t know when you would abandon me.

But now, thinking back on it now that I was sure you would protect me even though you still hadn’t told me why… it would have been the ultimate insult to you.

I don’t know anything about you. I only recently found out that your mother was human.

I can’t even imagine how much you had to go through to have your beliefs, and how much adversity you had to go through to stick to them.

But that… I, who had only lived in the flower garden for a little over ten years, was trying to deny it.”

Nellyvia continued bitterly.

“To be honest… I still think I’m right about the daytime stuff. Not just for myself, but for you too.

But since you considered me a colleague, it would be right for me to… as a colleague… respect your wishes.

So, that’s it, that… … .

… … I’m sorry, Blanc.”

and.

Blanc was just listening to all that.

My thoughts… were very complicated.

What we can say for sure is that, when it comes to good and evil, Nellyvia is still on the evil side.

Just a few hours ago, wasn’t she such a cunning and malicious being that she interpreted Blanc’s statement of ‘protecting the werewolf’ as ‘using the werewolf as a meat shield’?

Furthermore, the contempt and violence towards other races that could be seen in her words and actions proved that her nature had not changed one bit.

Perhaps the moment he regains his strength and becomes confident that he can deal with the Executors, he will immediately launch an all-out attack on the humans.

So Blanc was acting to help her become good, next to making sure she survived.

east longitude.

That was the only way he knew, so he was acting in the hope that Nellyvia would ‘admire’ his good deeds and change.

but…….

Now, even though her natural evil still remained, she was truly trying to respect and understand him.

Blanc, the knight who is the complete opposite of her and has no common purpose.

If it was the first time I met her, it would never have happened.

Something changed Nellyvia. It made the evil being respect good, if not sympathize with it.

And that wasn’t Tokyo.

Something powerful enough to suppress the nature of a being, unknown to Blanc.

More than being born good.

There is nothing greater than overcoming evil nature through desperate efforts.

Transcending the petty distinction between good and evil… just making it possible for us to understand and respect each other.

What is it?

‘… … .’

“… … Hey, hey… are you listening?”

Blanc didn’t know this yet.

But what has become clear is that this time spent with Nellyvia is not just a time to teach her, but a time where he learns something as well.

Another thing… was that if Blanc kept his mouth shut like this, Nellyvia would get anxious.

Blanc, who had finished thinking, smiled faintly and said.

“I am listening. I accept your apology, Nellyvia.”

“Uh, uh… Why, why were you keeping your mouth shut! I thought you fell asleep in that short amount of time- Wait, what?”

“why?”

“Name… You, did you call my name!? You always call me Mongma, Mongma!”

“It’s a change of heart. I… feel like I can’t just deny it forever.”

“Negative? What… Ah, y, stop it! Stop it! It’s embarrassing!”

“When will you reign over the uncivilized and usher in an era of a hundred dark dreams? Know clearly the name of the incarnation of the ten demons.”

“No, that’s, that’s- Anyway, that’s fine! Just call me like you usually do!”

Nellyvia argued fiercely, waving her arms as she lay on the bed.

Of course, I didn’t even listen to this. How could I stop when I was getting such an interesting reaction?

Blanc felt a giggle escape his lips and this time he finally closed his eyes comfortably.

Perhaps… this will be the last peaceful night I can have here.