Goblin Knight - Chapter 358



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EP.358 The Fall of the Moon (36)

“It would be pointless to ask where I heard that story… from Yael, of course. In fact, all of the copper-tailed people who came to help us would know.”

Tirasya said with a dark expression.

Deep sadness and guilt were evident in the hazy voice that seemed ready to burst at any moment.

“Was it true that the massacre occurred?”

“That’s true. No matter what excuses I make, the number of people who died in that disaster won’t change.”

“Why did you do such a thing?”

“… … .”

silence.

And after a while, the answer that came out of my barely open mouth was… quite disappointing.

“First of all, I must tell you, Sir Blanc, that some of the facts that the Coppertails know are misunderstandings.”

“Misunderstanding? I won’t make excuses-”

“It’s not an excuse. At the time, there was a reason to cover up the massacre, so I couldn’t tell the Coppertails, but now there’s no reason to do that, so I can tell the truth.”

Tirasya said, looking out the window.

“The village that we tried to protect with pretense has fallen into ruin like this and even the forest has disappeared, so what good will it do to hide it any longer?”

“… … Tell me. I’ll make a judgment after listening.”

The saintess sighed deeply.

And he spat it out bitterly.

“It is clear that a massacre occurred by our Wolrang. However, we did not know about it.”

“what?”

“I’m serious. None of our Wolrang clan gave such an order. We knew that the Coppertail clan was interacting with humans, but we didn’t know that they were so close to our territory.”

“Do you think that makes sense? I heard you were the de facto ruling class of this village, and yet you didn’t even know what was going on around the territory-”

“At that time, we were… focused solely on reconnecting with the Great Wolf.”

As if revealing a shameful part.

Tirasya turned her eyes and muttered.

“The Great Wolf was a man of great knowledge, and with his help we could overcome any problem. But that also means that we had no experience in solving problems on our own.

The moment His protection was gone, we were faced with numerous problems that had depended on Him.

Because I have only given correct answers up until now… there was a possibility that if I made a wrong decision, I would lose the protection of the Great Wolf.

The protection of the gods was the only reason the Wolang clan could lead the pack ahead of other clans. The moment we realized that the protection no longer existed, we would have been dragged down by the other clans.

A few of us, including myself, said that we should come clean and ask for help, even if it meant losing our status. We thought that was the best thing for our species.

But many of the elder Wolrangs… wanted to continue to have power.

It was difficult to pretend that everything was normal even though I had long since lost control, and I devoted all my remaining abilities to restoring the connection.

… … Now I realize, what a foolish waste this was.”

Blanc recalled the story with a blank expression.

So… if you look at the cause of all those tragedies… the root cause is simply a power struggle?

Are you saying that such a disaster occurred because you were so focused on hiding your incompetence that you didn’t want to lose power?

That, that… what… … .

“Do you understand a little why our Mongma looks down on others so much?”

“… … .”

“No matter how plausible the appearance on the surface may be, dreams project everything. The more noble a person is, the more naked and shameless the desires he hides inside are.

When I came here five years ago, what I saw from these guys was their absolute desire to never give up power.

And there aren’t many emotions that are so easy for a dreamer to penetrate.”

Nellyvia shrugged.

“That’s why you wolves couldn’t put up any resistance to us. Greed is so obvious.”

“… … Thank you so much for reminding me of that fact again, Your Highness. But may I continue the story now?”

“What else is there? The incompetence of the leadership, the loss of control. What more obvious ‘story’ could there be?”

“The strangeness of the crime.”

Tirasya continued talking while gritting her teeth.

“Yes. Because of our incompetence, which you pointed out, massacres occurred in places where no one could see.

We decided to maintain that we had not lost control at that point. Human regulation was our decision.

As a result, it is bittersweet that the answer became the decisive blow that started the civil war… But apart from the answer, we also investigated the case in our own way. Who on earth is the mad wolf who committed this act?

Surprisingly, I was able to find the answer quickly.

“Not too far away, we found Wolrang’s bloody body.”

Thirasia frowned as if recalling the memories of that day.

“It was a strange… truly strange corpse.

Not only did it have a human body but its two arms were replaced with werewolf paws, but I also didn’t understand why there were human claw marks on the corpse.

Of course, it’s not that unusual to resist a murderer… but isn’t that usually done with a weapon? With your bare hands and claws?

But what’s most puzzling of all is that her cause of death was excessive bleeding from a severed ankle.

“She cut off her own ankle.”

The saintess shook her head.

“I couldn’t even find the ankle she had cut off. It wasn’t nearby… and the civil war broke out that night.

In the end, the question was left unanswered, as even the body was mutilated during the civil war.

But now that so many wolves are going crazy and under attack for no apparent reason, I dare say… she too is a victim of some conspiracy.

… … Karen, even though she was a little greedy… was never the kind of child who would do something like that.”

Karen.

Clearly… I had definitely heard the name, but I couldn’t quite remember it.

It wasn’t that I fell for the cobbler’s trick, I simply couldn’t recall it.

Even though his memory was quite good, he couldn’t remember every conversation that passed by.

After struggling for a while, I gave up on thinking about it, but on the other hand, I thought about it.

‘If the massacre could have been the work of a third party… wouldn’t that also be interpreted as inciting a civil war…?’

If only I had known in advance that the two main clans of werewolves were at odds with each other.

At the same time, if only we could know that Wolrang’s control is not what it used to be… the idea of ​​using that human village as a trigger for civil war would be easy to come up with.

And for an outsider to know those two facts, it is inevitable that… … .

‘betrayer?’

My mind suddenly opened.

There was a possibility that there was a traitor among the werewolves who leaked information.

If so, that explains a lot.

Questions ranging from how they could start a civil war at such exquisite timing… to even using the existence of rabies to drive the werewolves to extinction!

‘But who? And why!?’

Naturally, the first suspect is the Guri-Kori clan. They are said to have colluded to bring down Wolrang, having grown tired of the discrimination and persecution they have endured for so long.

But isn’t the aftermath… too great? Far from taking the position of forest keeper, they were exiled, and now they are even on the verge of extinction?

Or maybe a traitor? One of the werewolves who went out to rekindle their connection with the Great Wolf, defected and joined the Order of Yul… … .

… … Just like Sister Derk-

‘No, no!’

There is only speculation and nothing is certain. If this continues, distrust will only grow and we will be caught up in the dark cycle of suspicion.

Tsk. Blanc thought, clicking his tongue and putting the subject deep in his mind again.

Given the circumstances, it would be fair to say that there is a very high probability that there was a traitor or informant in the village.

And if that guy is still somewhere here, hiding his identity and walking around as a werewolf… … .

‘There’s no point in running away. You’ll be hunted down.’

Even if they succeed in escaping here and create their own new sanctuary, Tamullah.

The fate of extinction will not change unless we catch one ‘werewolf’ mixed among the refugees.

More, I need to know a little more information.

But how? Where should I start? Who should I trust and what information should I ask? If I start talking rashly, won’t I just end up sowing the seeds of discord?

He had a headache. I wish there was someone who could help him.

There is someone from the future who knows how this tragedy unfolded-

One person.

Isn’t there one?

“lion.”

“yes?”

“The great wolf messenger who came to you, did he have any other words besides the salvation that was offered?”

“Uh, that’s-”

“It doesn’t have to be anything special, just whatever you put in your mouth is fine! At least the appearance!”

When Blanc suddenly asked in an urgent tone, Tirasya looked inwardly flustered.

There was no choice. That unidentified lion was the last unknown thing Blanc could dig up at this point.

Now that I don’t know where to go, I hope to dig into the unknown and find some light.

and.

“That, that… She had long, pink braids, was wearing a white blouse and a short, lavender skirt… … .”

“No, that’s not what you want, is it? What use are clothes all of a sudden now… … .”

“… … It’s of use.”

“uh?”

Blanc muttered blankly.

It was a very presumptuous impression.

“Let me… Let me guess. Wasn’t there a woman with a rabbit statue somewhere? Wearing this ‘necklace’?”

“Huh? How-”

“And by the way, didn’t you say that if someone came looking for you, you should reveal your name?”

The saint nodded absentmindedly.

It was certain.

She was here.

An aspiring bard who has seen the past and future through time, and who left his sanity behind on the broken moon.

In the distant future, a prophetess girl who had died as a terrible monster came here, pretending to be a messenger of God for some reason.

The girl’s name is.

“Serania-”

“… …Dorothy.”

“what?”

The saint spoke softly.

“If the worshiped Savior, Lord Noel, asks you… to call herself Dorothy.”

Dorothy?

Sure, I know Dorothy is Serania now that I’ve seen the portrait… but wait a minute. Does that mean Dorothy, who was under Noyle’s protection, came to this timeline?

And you tried to bring Noil here? By pretending to be a messenger of God, and a savior of the werewolves?

But that didn’t happen.

What the hell is going on-

“Hey, hey! Everyone!! Are you awake!?”

bang!!

Yael burst in, kicking open the door.

It was covered in blood.

“It’s an attack! The plague infected are coming from all directions!!”

“What!? How-”

“There’s no time to explain! Anyway, we have to start evacuating immediately, let’s move!!”