Goblin Knight - Chapter 371



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EP.371 At the end of the journey

Swords and arrows, sharp claws and beastly fangs.

Blanc, who had passed through the edge of the battlefield filled with screams and bloodshed and arrived at the door of the prison?, immediately grabbed the doorknob and opened it.

Crunch. The lock was locked, unexpectedly.

In the midst of all that chaos, did you really do a thorough job of locking the doors?

Well, thanks to that, it was possible to prevent scoundrels like Blanc from taking advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the military. That’s why I thought discipline was important in the military.

If that self-proclaimed archbishop had been even a little more aware of the importance of discipline, things would have been really difficult… … .

“(It’s locked. What are we going to do? Should I break it?)”

Jael bit down on the sharp claws of her right foreleg.

It should be the simplest and fastest.

But the magic of the moon shadow that covers them has its limits in how much noise it can block.

There is no need to cause a fuss and attract unnecessary attention.

Blanc shook his head.

“(No… Wait a minute.)”

“(Okay, if we just apply a little bit of psychokinesis like this without making a fuss… Yeah? Are there any other good methods?)”

“(As it happens, I know a great way to open a locked door.)”

As soon as Blanc finished speaking, he quickly drew his silver sword and cut the gap between the door and the wall.

Tsukakaku! The latch at the back snapped and fell to the floor, and the door, freed from all interference, was finally able to perform its function.

Squeak… Blanc nodded toward the open passage.

“(Go. There is no time to waste.)”

“(…….)”

Nellyvia looked at him with a face that seemed to have a lot to say, and Blanc went inside the building without even noticing it.

As it was the core building of a fortress that could accommodate hundreds of people, the interior was quite spacious.

If you came in without thinking, it would have been easy to get lost… but what they are chasing is not the road, but the aftertaste.

Since the group included werewolves who could easily overpower even Blanc in terms of sense of smell, there was no problem in moving forward.

So now what we need to be careful of is the presence of soldiers or enforcers who might still be guarding this place.

Looking at the current situation, it’s unlikely that anyone will remain here, but… doesn’t he always have a talent for pulling out the worst cards?

‘If there are any left here, they will be expecting us in some form. We must always be aware of attacks from secret spaces, passageways, etc… … .’

So, Blanc moved forward in a guard posture without putting away the sword he had drawn, and Yael, who was walking in front, suddenly asked.

“(By the way, Knight Nari.)”

“(huh?)”

“(Is Nari accustomed to war after all?)”

“(what?)”

Blanc frowned and asked back.

Are you familiar with war? No way.

Except for the ‘Dragon Dance’ incident, which is ambiguous as to whether it should be considered a war, I have only heard about it or experienced its tragedy indirectly, and have never directly participated in it.

I looked at Yael, wondering why she was suddenly asking such a thing, and she scratched her head and said.

“(It feels so familiar. Everything from the initial planning of the operation, to stalling against overwhelming numbers, to taking down fortresses, to infiltrating during chaos.)”

“(…….)”

“(That’s why I just asked. Since Nari seems to know a lot about humans, does that mean she’s experienced many wars there? Or is that… you know, a Lord born with a natural talent for war, like the ruler of the Demon Tribe-)”

The moment I heard those words, a voice passed by.

– I can guess what you would have been called if you hadn’t followed the line.

– Load.

– A true goblin lord, not just a lord who commands a large group of goblins──

“(no!)”

In the past, his arch-rival Iscariot’s voice used to evaluate him.

Blanc raised his voice in retort without realizing it.

“(Goblin Lord? A talent for war? Absolutely not. I won’t admit it. I… I wish to live a life as far away from war as possible. I wish the horrible concept of war would disappear forever!)”

“(Uh, uh uh…….)”

“(There’s no way I’d be close to war. Things have gone well so far because you guys are so capable, and they were so incompetent that they could have predicted it. Don’t give me the credit!)”

“(……Uh, um, I see.)”

Yael concluded her speech with a subtle expression on her face.

She probably intended to compliment him, but wondered why he was reacting this way.

I felt sorry, but I couldn’t help it.

How would you feel if someone told you that you had a talent for “something you hate so much that you want to get rid of it forever”, or if it was “something you never want to be”?

‘… … I’m already starting to guess. That it’s becoming harder to resist.’

On the day Anneli awakened, the seal of Iscariot that had been preventing Blanc from being consumed by his instincts was destroyed.

After that, he was just holding back with all his might to protect Nellyvia, but his limits were approaching.

It was Archbishop Ira, coincidentally, who made it clear to him. Before Nellyvia came to his aid, wasn’t he incredibly prone to anger?

If it were before, it wouldn’t have been like that. I might have been able to resist to some extent for a more important mission.

But now… just maintaining oneself is putting one’s sanity at risk.

Although it was just a guess, I thought that the delayed recovery from the penetration wound might also be because he was trying his best to resist the nature of the monster.

Blanc changed the subject as he felt Nelivia and Thirasia, who had no way of knowing about such circumstances, looking at him with suspicion.

“(But anyway… How far do you think it is to the prison where the werewolves are locked up? Is there any sign that there are others hiding?)”

“(We’re almost there now. I just need to go down these stairs. But if it feels different…….)”

Yael didn’t even need to finish speaking.

The moment I went down the stairs and opened the door, I saw familiar faces across the hallway.

Six white executors holding firing formation and three blue executors each holding a sergeant… … .

Among them, the one at the front who seemed to have the authority to command had a face I remembered.

“I saw that face from the fortress. Didn’t your archbishop clearly say, ‘Kill them all’ or ‘Protect me’?”

“That’s right. I never disobeyed that order.”

“… … Does guarding this place itself comply with that order? I’ve thought about it before, but you seem strict with orders, but you secretly interpret them however you want.”

Blanc continued, aiming his silver sword.

“But honestly, what I was waiting for was unexpected. Since the terrain is absolutely advantageous to you, wouldn’t it be advantageous to attack unconditionally?”

“We are not so arrogant as to think that we can fool a werewolf’s senses.”

“Ha, let’s evaluate what needs to be evaluated… But don’t you think it was arrogant to guard this place with only that many people?”

“In this case, it is a reasonable judgment.”

The blue enforcer answered, aiming his sword at him.

“At this level, there is no shortage of things to block.”

“As expected, you blue guys have a strangely human side to you… It’s all about pretense!!”

bang!!

As soon as the gunshot signaled the start of battle, four inspectors, including Blanc, rushed toward each other.

In the brief moment of thought where even the bullets seemed to have stopped, Blanc quickly rolled his eyes to check the situation.

‘Guns…don’t worry. Nellyvia has already set up a shield in the hallway. Even if they’ve mastered the sabotage method, it should be able to defend against three shots.

Yael and Tirasya are hiding their appearances and are targeting the two executioners from both sides. Even considering the effects of magic… their actions are too fast. If you’re not used to it, you can’t do this. This must be the hunting method of real werewolves. Monsters with both strength and cunning.

So, the only one I have to deal with is the one in front of me. With the blue water chamber in the school, it is definitely not an easy opponent. If I try to fight it honestly with my sword, I don’t know how much time it will take.

Whether you look at the shield or the situation above, these are enemies that you won’t be able to drag on for long. So… … ‘

After all the judgments have been made.

Blanc, who saw that the White Executor’s bullets were being blocked by Nelivia’s shield and bounced off, quickly stabbed his sword into the torso of the Executor at the front.

The executioner, seeing that the speed was too fast to avoid, twisted his hand and hooked his crossguard around the blade of the silver sword.

The intention is to raise the sword and deflect the stab.

As expected, it was definitely the response of someone who had reached a high level of experience and swordsmanship… but in this case, it was the wrong judgment.

Blanc had no intention of fighting with a sword in the first place.