Goblin Knight - Chapter 357



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EP.357 The Fall of the Moon (35)

When I opened my eyes to a new morning.

As the cold, heavy air of the near-winter forest stung his lungs, the first thing that came to Blanc’s mind as he woke up was that he couldn’t hear any birds.

Spending the night in the forest was an unfamiliar experience for Blanc, who usually woke up to the song and flapping wings of birds that had gone out to hunt early.

Perhaps the rabid werewolves roaming this forest are what’s driving the birds away.

So what woke him up?

“Good morning, Sir Blanc.”

“… … .”

In front of the door of the accommodation they were provided with.

The figure of Saint Thirasia of Wolrang, standing in a somewhat reserved posture, greeting him in the morning, was seen.

It was three soft knocks on the door that woke Blanc from her sleep.

“It looks like you just woke up. I’m sorry. I just knocked lightly so as not to wake you if you were sleeping… .”

“It’s okay since I wake up at this time anyway. What’s going on? Is there an emergency?”

“No, there’s nothing like that. I just came to tell you that the persuasion of the others has been completed without a hitch.”

“Oh… Is it okay?”

Blanc looked at the saintess, inwardly perplexed.

Even though she tried her best not to show it, her slender face seemed to have become more haggard. She must have been in meetings all night.

If that’s the case, then you probably just want to collapse on the bed right away and recover a little more strength, so why didn’t you send it through the lion and come to him directly?

Of course, since things have come to this, Blanc also intended to be deeply involved, so it is good that information is conveyed so quickly and reliably.

But isn’t the Saintess of Wolrang the leader of a race? Is it right for a leader to care so much about a mere collaborator? Is this how it’s supposed to be…?

While Blanc, unaccustomed to such extreme treatment, was spinning his mind, Tirascia spoke, wagging her tail.

“It will take some time for everyone to begin the full-scale evacuation, so we came here to rest and chat for a while.”

“Oh… I see… … .”

“But where is Princess Nelivia? She hasn’t been up early in the morning, so I wonder if she’s still asleep?”

“Well, that’s true. I haven’t been able to get much rest lately. You wouldn’t know how much I enjoyed the bed.”

“Is that so?”

Tirascia smiled faintly.

“Then, while Your Majesty is sleeping… could you spare me a moment? I would like to continue the conversation we couldn’t have yesterday, just the two of us-”

“… … I’m not sleeping, Wolf Saintess.”

The saintess wagged her tail in surprise at Nellyvia’s voice that leapt out from the shadows of the room.

Blanc couldn’t help but be a little surprised, because deep down he was thinking that the past few days of camping and sleeping out had been quite harsh on her.

Since I didn’t have much physical strength or stamina, I expected this sleep to be very deep, but how did I wake up?

As if answering the question, Nellyvia spoke slowly.

“I didn’t sleep well. It’s not that the accommodation was bad… I just, I don’t know why, but my pulse was strange and my body was hot, so I kept tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because I suddenly came back to a comfortable bed.”

“Isn’t this a sign of some kind of illness? I’ve certainly forced you to do all sorts of things-”

“… … .”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Nelivia looked at him with dull eyes for a moment, then turned her head to the saint with a sigh.

It was something I honestly didn’t understand.

“I guess so. So why did our wolf saint want to take this guy away?”

“… … I have something else to tell you. I thought you’d already heard it, didn’t you?”

“Of course I heard. What I mean is, why did you call only Blanc? Why don’t you do it here? You can wake me up?”

“I was afraid I might disturb your sleep. We could breathe in the forest air together and change our moods… But you’re calling me by my name? I don’t think you called me Sir Blanc that way yesterday.”

“… … Well, I just had something to vent about last night. But what do you care what I call this guy?”

“It’s just that I find it surprising that ‘that’ princess calls Sir Blanc by his name. It’s something I couldn’t even imagine before… What’s inside? What kind of inside can you, who is the epitome of two-facedness, have to reveal?”

“I’ll ask again. What’s your concern? I think you’re mistaken about this guy’s nice words… This guy’s colleague right now is not you, but me-”

“stop.”

Blanc raised his hand to mediate between the two.

I was worried that we wouldn’t even know that we weren’t on good terms, so we started a strange war of nerves as soon as we had a chance, but when I think about the future, it really doesn’t seem like there will be anything good about it.

“Isn’t that too prickly, Nellyvia? Learn to speak more gently.”

“But that guy told me not to call you by your name… …!”

“And Saintess. I am sorry for your suggestion, but let’s not talk about it here. As I said before, I am not the type to keep unnecessary secrets from my colleagues.”

“… … Is that so? Then, that, that never existed-”

“That’s good, because there were things I wanted to ask you. Now, sit down. Have you had breakfast?”

“Huh? Breakfast? I didn’t eat, but, uh, that’s-”

Blanc sat the saintess down on a chair and headed to the kitchen, receiving an inexplicable, sullen look from Nelivia.

It was a bit odd that the VIP quarters had a kitchen, but it wasn’t that hard to understand. It was probably there in case the VIPs didn’t like the food of the werewolves.

Of course, there were hardly any ingredients on the beach, but there were seasonings like salt and pepper, so there was more than enough.

After a while.

“… … The solution… Why is it so delicious?”

“The world is wide and there are many recipes.”

Herb salad with beef jerky and cheese, and a frittata made by mixing in the remaining ingredients and frying several eggs that looked like they were going to be runny.

If you were traveling, it would be a sumptuous breakfast, the kind you would make only when you were sure the next town was nearby.

It would have been perfect if we could have had the luxury of having a glass of wine here. It was just a shame that the circumstances did not allow for that.

“It’s impossible for a saint who has lived her entire life in the forest not to know. That’s too bad. But do you know? This guy makes me meals like this every time.”

“… … !”

“Stop exaggerating. Isn’t this something that can only be done when there is enough food and space?”

After saying something to Nelivia, who was teasing the saintess unnecessarily, Blanc picked up the last piece of cheese and put it in his mouth.

Well, it was fortunate that Thirasia, who had not been very enthusiastic at first, seemed to enjoy it very much.

“by the way…….”

The miraculous cultural fusion of a goblin’s cooking, a werewolf’s cooking, and a succubus’s cooking has come to an end.

It was time to return to harsh reality.

“You said that the evacuation persuasion is over. So, do you have a place in mind where you will go?”

“There’s no specific place, but I think we’ll head north and find a new settlement.”

“Why?”

“Now that we know that all of this is some kind of ‘attack’, we should run to a place where no attacks will come. If so, what place would be more difficult to attack than a land where all kinds of monsters are abundant, where the bitter cold lasts for two months, and where even demons live?”

It was a valid opinion, and it was also the outcome Blanc had predicted.

It was fortunate that I didn’t have to convince Blanc and his party to go on the same journey as me… … .

… … if there is a problem.

‘And yet… as far as I know, werewolves eventually became extinct in the future.’

Yaul said that he was the last Yaksha.

Looking at the flow so far, it means that extinction was unavoidable even though all the werewolves, including Wolrang and Guri Tail, joined forces and headed north.

After that something happens.

At least something that would make Yaul think that only she… or only she and Yael survived.

– I remember everything. How could I forget how my family and friends, who were laughing and chatting just yesterday, turned into square meat cubes in just 10 seconds?

– I can’t forget it. That sight is forever engraved in my eyes and will never leave me.

– Whether your eyes are open or closed, if you let your mind wander even a little, you can see the sight. All those screams, you can hear the child begging for his life.

– We are still living in that scene.

– We are all living there, nailed down… … .

I remember the miserable voice of Yaul pouring out her heart to Annelie, no, to the Nelivia inside her.

I don’t know exactly when that point was.

Maybe not now. Maybe in the future after the evacuation has been successfully completed, after the Yulma War has begun.

But… I’m not sure.

‘While you still can.’

You must know everything there is to know.

To deceive everyone in the future and save them.

After gathering his thoughts… Blanc let out a small sigh as if shaking off all his worries.

And then he started talking all at once.

“About five years ago, I heard that the Wolrang clan massacred a nearby human village.”

The saint was seen taking a deep breath in surprise.

Even though it looks pitiful, it can’t be stopped.

“And you were a saint even then. Please, tell me the details of that time.”