Goblin Knight - Chapter 366



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EP.366 Big Bad Wolves

Indeed, even Nellyvia is unable to stop her condemnation in the face of the gruesome truth.

Blanc thought gloomily.

‘It wasn’t a betrayal, it was a use. From beginning to end. Even, it wasn’t malicious, it was good intentions… … .’

Even if the civil war was a trap to cause conflict between the werewolves from the beginning, the reason the information about the ‘plague’ that brought things to this point was spread was because of Yael’s goodness.

He sought help from a knowledgeable man in the hope that he might be able to cure his clan, only to be betrayed by him in the most horrible way possible.

Blanc, if not others, could not condemn the carelessness.

Blancman truly believes that it is better to believe than to doubt.

‘However, the person up there… I can’t help but think that he is a truly annoying author… … .’

As always, you know.

As Blanc was looking up at the sky above the coniferous forest, licking his lips, Yael asked in a weak voice.

“Now… what are we going to do?”

“… … .”

“I think I’ve said everything I needed to say. The Knights seem to place a lot of importance on the rules, so I have nothing to say if they decide to punish the traitors.”

“… … .”

“If I may ask for one presumptuous favor… I wish my death had been by the sword of those damned bastards, not by the hands of the knight Nari. Even if I had made an irreversible mistake, the fact that those bastards kidnapped members of my clan would not change.”

Jael pleaded earnestly, her voice sounding both as a sob and as a growl of anger.

“If you allow me to pay the price for my sins until the end and face death… I would truly be grateful… … .”

Blanc remained silent at that sight.

Clearly, the traitor Blanc was looking for was Yael, who had leaked critical information to her enemies and was withholding one of her most important pieces of information.

But is that… really an evil worthy of condemnation?

Although she may have made numerous mistakes, she returned to Saji to take responsibility and save her enemies, and hiding information about the plague was also her own judgment.

The anger that the Coppertail Clan directed at the Wolrang Clan when they first entered the village was by no means trivial.

The only reason Wollang was able to survive until now was because of the force called Yael.

Even though the basis of silence is selfish reasons for self-preservation… can we ignore that responsibility, that dedication?

If the fear of making mistakes and bearing the weight of sin is the object of condemnation.

Fighting against death, even sacrificing one’s life to undo one’s mistakes, could be considered the last bit of good left to that person.

This is the subject of the fifth rule… … .

“… … The Lord loves him who brings one good thing among ten thousand kinds of evil more than he who cuts down ten thousand kinds of evil.”

Blanc took the silver sword he had aimed at Yael.

“You are not fit for punishment. Even if you have hidden sins, I don’t think it is I who should be punishing you for them.”

“… … .”

“Soon, 30 minutes… Take your time and calm down. Do you intend to show that kind of face to your subordinates in the face of the coming battle?”

“Are you not going to tell me?”

“I’ve just learned that sometimes it’s better to let the truth be buried.”

Blanc said, exhaling.

“But this sense of despair does not go away. It is good that we do not have to worry about all our movements being exposed to the traitor, but we cannot obtain any information that can improve the situation, so how should we fight… …”

“And yet… you still plan on helping us?”

“What are you talking about now? Your mistake has nothing to do with my oath. I promised to keep it, so I will keep it as far as my sword can go.”

“… … .”

Yael looked at him for a moment, then spoke in a voice that seemed both cautious and hesitant.

“Well… then… this may be a bit presumptuous, but as a final favor… can I ask you one thing?”

“what?”

“I’m telling you not to blame yourself too much.”

“……what?”

Blanc tilted his head for a moment, unable to understand what she was saying.

Yael said in a tired voice.

“I don’t know exactly what the saint was waiting for. From what I’ve heard, I only guessed that it was some kind of savior for the clan.

But even I, who am like that, can be certain that the knight Nari is not the one the saint was waiting for.

I don’t know why it happened. Maybe it’s just not the right time, maybe you’re the one who’s the stand-in, or maybe those fucking bastards are sabotaging it again. But you know… … .

In the end, it was the knight Narigo who came to us as we were falling apart, and Narigo did the best he could for us. Without expecting anything in return, he just did it out of good will that no one expected.

So… don’t be caught up in pointless self-reproach like, ‘If it wasn’t me who came looking for you, but the one being worshipped, you could have saved more people.’

“We already owe a debt we can never repay.”

Blanc looked at her blankly.

It was because he was surprised that his true feelings, which he had not even told Nellyvia, were revealed.

How on earth… … .

“When you spend decades acting as a leader who doesn’t suit you… you can tell what someone is thinking just by looking at their face.”

Yael turned around with a bitter smile.

It was towards the barracks.

“Anyway… It’s almost time, just like Nari said. I should go back and finish getting ready.”

“… … How many do you expect to come?”

“Well… I don’t think it’s that many, as the princess said, that are no different from suicide attacks. There were about thirty cases where family members or friends were kidnapped, including me, so it would probably be around that time.”

“Thirty… How cruel. You’re going to charge at them with that number of people? Who knows, just on the way there, how many of you might get killed by the madmen?”

“Your Highness, you may not know yet – well, maybe you will find out soon enough… … .”

Yael glanced at Blanc for some reason, then continued speaking to Nelivia.

“Regardless of gender or race, there are times when everyone must do something they know they cannot do. Even if the price for that audacity is death.”

“… … .”

“Well, if you think positively, today’s moon is full. It’s the night when the werewolves become the fastest and strongest-”

“The broken moon is still behind me?”

“… … Yes, it’s the second fastest and strongest night. I really appreciate you correcting me. Anyway, no matter how monstrous those Executors are, their night vision can’t be brighter than ours, so if we can subdue them under the cover of darkness, wouldn’t we have a chance of victory?”

“Hmm.”

Blanc groaned without realizing it, because she wondered if that was really true.

If they’re those monsters, I think they’ve done something weird to their eyes… But when I actually drew my sword against them, they seem crude compared to the future Executioners… … .

As I walked with that thought in mind, I began to slowly sense the presence of wolves.

The werewolves gathered according to Yael’s words.

And soon their numbers could be confirmed with the naked eye… … .

“Are you here, Captain Yael?”

“you…….”

During the meeting a little while ago.

The young werewolf who had been the most vocal in the barracks in opposing the charge greeted Yael and said:

“All members of the Coppertail Clan have been called together and are on standby at the command of the Captain.”

“… … .”

“It’s like Wolangdo. Under the name of Thirasia, everyone is prepared to die with one mind.”

While Yael stood there dumbfounded at the sight that was different from what she had expected, Tirasya continued speaking.

“It’s not just to save those who were taken away. Even though we once rejected and exiled you, Yael, you protected us with your faith. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here in the first place, so it’s time to repay that favor, at least in a small way.”

“No… I… … .”

“Not to mention the copper tails. We can’t even imagine what your clan would look like without you as their leader. Where are you planning to go?”

The copper-colored werewolf in the lead smiled and said.

“Rather than abandon my clan and live as a prone dog, I would rather die as a wolf with my clan.”

“Order!”

“Where should the wolves run to!?”

At that sight.

As we watch the werewolves unite in faith and trust toward Yael, the most outstanding leader of the Coppertail Clan, and burn with the will to fight to the end.

Yael… was covering her face with her forelegs.

To those who don’t know the circumstances, it might feel like they are being moved by the sight of those who share the same goals as them.

But Blanc, who was standing next to him, knew.

The face behind him was horribly distorted.

Because of the boundless gratitude and the shame and regret that far surpass it, I couldn’t even dare to show my face in front of them.

I couldn’t help but sigh again.

I shouldn’t have made such an expression.

I should have been the one who smiled more proudly than anyone else and cried out loudly in return for their trust… … .

How can the great author above be so mean?

“… … Thank you, my God. For… sharing… the… same… purpose… with me.”

While Blanc was looking up at the sky and expressing his resentment.

Yael, barely able to lift her face from behind her front paws, spoke in a voice that was intermittent.

Thank you for sharing my thoughts.

I’m sorry for putting you in such a difficult position.

and…….

“Today, even if we die without saving our families! We will remind them again! Who rules the forest, and whose fear lurks in the darkness!!”

Revenge.

“Tear them to death! Tear them to pieces and kill them!! Instill in them an unforgettable fear so that they won’t even be able to stand properly just by hearing the howl of a wolf on a full moon night!!”

I swear out loud… … .

“Today, we will be the big, bad wolves!!”

Bloody revenge.

* * *

“Ah… That’s right, I said it’s okay.”

Somewhere in the forest, a stone fortress.

Archbishop Ira, who was sitting on a soft pedestal that didn’t seem to fit the castle and was being tended to by a maid, said irritably.

It was a word directed at the executor who insisted that the decree should be enforced by forming a corps even now.

“I think it was a bit of a hasty decision to miss them in the morning, honestly. I misread the game.”

“… … You saw the country… wrong.”

“Yes. I offer my deepest apologies to your subordinates who were involved in that unfortunate incident. Look, I am a commander who knows how to admit mistakes.”

“… … .”

While the executor closed his eyes quietly without saying anything, Ira continued speaking.

“But you don’t have to worry about the wolves. They’ll head here anyway. You know the power of the First Archbishop, don’t you?”

“… … A story, huh?”

“Yes. Since they have already become the subject of conversation, those wolves have no choice but to destroy the ‘straw house’ and the ‘wooden house’ and head here.”

“This fortress… is the ‘brick house’.”

“So what we have to do is make the flow happen naturally… just secure ‘probability.’ Kidnapping is part of that.”

“I wonder if it’s okay. We were able to overwhelm them because we set traps in advance and attacked them in the morning… But werewolves are still quite threatening monsters.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It was already a predetermined fate that the wolf wouldn’t be able to bring down the brick house. In the first place… … .”

Ira said with a grin.

“I’ve already engraved that much fear. I knew that if I resisted, I would go mad and die, but how many would come if I attacked this place? Twenty people who would risk their lives? In contrast, there are fifty fully armed enforcers here and three hundred soldiers drafted from the Empire.”

“… … .”

“So what we have to do is simple. We just have to catch and kill all the fools who came here to die while waiting, and then chase down the ones who lost their will to fight and ran away.”

Ira smiled broadly and leaned back on the pedestal.

“Since you have succeeded in such a grand plan… I am sure the First Archbishop will be pleased. It is only natural that you will gain his favor. When that time comes, you and your unfortunate subordinates will be treated accordingly.”

“… …Is that so?”

“Yes. I am a very merciful person.”

The executor stared at him blankly for a moment, then turned around with a small sigh.

“Everything is according to the will of the law.”

Rattling.

The gates of the fortress were closed, and the Archbishop, an annoying nuisance, was freed from his presence and allowed to enjoy a peaceful and leisurely life once again.

A momentary peace.