How to Live as a Knight After the Ending - Chapter 38
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Episode 38. Big Sister (2)
Ossian did not receive any greetings.
He just stared at the intruder with a cold gaze, without saying a word.
“I wish you wouldn’t stare at me like that.”
A sweet voice that exudes a sense of leisure.
Ossian slowly moved his steps from where he had stopped. His steps on the carpet were very confident.
Soon, Ossian sat down across from the intruder.
At that sight, the red eyes floating in the black shadows widened.
“You know who I am, yet you’re not afraid. You’re really brave.”
“Should I be scared?”
Ossian asked in a deliberately provocative tone.
But even though he said that, his mind was still quite complicated.
‘I never thought I’d run into this when I didn’t have a sword. I have absolutely no luck.’
Ossian clenched and unclenched his fist under the table.
As a knight, he couldn’t be without a sword.
If the opponent was someone of average skill, he could crush them with pure physical ability, but the guest in front of him right now was not that kind of average opponent.
‘Head of the Blood Brotherhood.’
The darkness that fills this room is probably part of her ability.
As if to prove it, when Ossian sat down across from him, the other person’s appearance became clearer than before.
He deliberately revealed himself by hiding in the darkness.
She was a beauty with hair as black as ebony.
The clothes he wears are also black. The only other colors he has are his pure white skin and his blood-red eyes.
He appears to be at least in his mid-twenties. He is too young for the leader of the terrorist group considered the most dangerous in the city.
“Grace.”
She introduced herself by name.
“My name is Grace Seeker. I serve as the eldest of the Blood Brotherhood.”
“Ossian. A troubleshooter and a knight.”
As Ossian answered, he stared intently at the woman who introduced herself as Grace.
There was only one reason why she, a member of the Blood Brotherhood, had come to see him.
Revenge for something that happened just recently.
The Blood Brotherhood, as its name suggests, is made up of only a few people, but I’ve heard that the relationships among its members are strong.
Since my younger brother was beaten up outside and came home, it was only natural that we, as a family, would take revenge.
Ossian assessed the situation in his head.
Can you fight and win?
When he used the Holy Light, Ossian felt a kind of liberation.
The enormous confidence that he would not lose to anyone in a fight right away was a bonus.
But the woman in front of him was the one who turned Ossian’s confidence into distrust.
‘The Holy Light is available for use immediately.’
Ossian was now confident that he could extract the Holy Light.
But the problem was that there was no medium through which to emit that light.
‘Without a sword, you can only swing it once.’
Even without a medium to contain the starlight itself, it is possible to roughly transform it into the shape of a sword and swing it around.
But it is only a one-shot attack that ends with one swing.
At the very least, something was needed to capture the starlight, and the shape of a sword was most suitable.
Even if you only have a knife that you use as a cutlery, you can swing it up to 3 times.
But even that will collapse, unable to withstand the power of starlight.
The knight’s intuition was sending out a warning.
It’s not good to fight in this state.
It was the worst situation in many ways.
“So why did you come to my house without permission?”
“You know, right? Our cute youngest recently came home after getting beaten up by someone.”
Instead of answering, Ossian stared at Grace.
So, are you trying to say that you came for revenge?
A menacing look began to appear in Ossian’s eyes.
The starlight burning within his eyes responded to him and shone brighter.
The moment Grace answered yes, he was thinking of using all his might to cut off her head.
“Would you mind not staring at me so fiercely?”
But Grace was rather coquettish at Ossian’s provocative gaze.
“At first, I came here to find out who was bullying our youngest and to give him a little lesson.”
“The expression is quite sophisticated.”
Although it was said to be a warning, it was clear that it was actually an attempt at bloody revenge.
Otherwise, the organization wouldn’t have had the word “Blood” in its name.
Grace pointed at Ossian with her beautiful white finger.
“So I thought about it. What should I do? Should I do the same thing as my younger sister? No. I don’t want to lose face. I’m the eldest sister, so if I let it slide, people will think I’m funny.”
Grace’s red eyes were filled with life.
At the same time, her black hair swayed like a mist.
I didn’t notice it because I was so absorbed in the darkness, but upon closer inspection, I saw that her long hair was spread out across the area.
At the same time, the entire space felt like it was squeezing Ossian, giving him a strong sense of pressure.
“So I think we need to set a good example. That’s what I think.”
“As an example.”
Ossian muttered those words and stared into Grace’s red eyes.
“If you can, try it.”
Hwaruk.
The starlight within her burned so brightly that it seemed as if it would explode.
The darkness that was slowly eating away at Ossian and trying to swallow him up retreated in surprise at the light.
The two continued their staring contest without opening their mouths.
After a few minutes, Grace was the first to gain momentum.
“Just kidding. Why are you staring at me like that? It scares people.”
Grace’s playful smile and words dispelled all the darkness in the room.
Soon, the room was filled with crimson light streaming from the window.
“I just came here today to say hello. Our youngest has caused trouble, so shouldn’t someone step forward? That’s just my role as the eldest sister.”
Grace said that and slowly got up from her seat.
Every action was filled with elegance and a sensuality that captivated the opposite sex.
Grace’s beauty also contributed to creating that atmosphere.
But Ossian was not captivated by it.
There are things that are beautiful but dangerous.
To him, Grace was a black rose covered in blood.
Rose is also an old-fashioned expression.
That’s a flower that eats people. If you approach it without knowing, you’ll get eaten.
Grace looked at Ossian, who was sitting quietly in his seat, and laughed.
“It was nice meeting you. Next time, I hope we can greet each other properly.”
“If you want to greet them properly, make sure to bring a gift when you visit.”
A snobbish tone of speech, as if speaking to someone inferior.
But Grace didn’t spit on it.
Perhaps it would be more natural for Ossian to speak like that.
Where on earth did this person come from?
Grace laughed inwardly and disappeared from her seat.
Her hair moved like a tangle of threads, wrapping itself around her body like a cocoon, and then disappeared as if it was being sucked into the floor.
The cold tension that had filled the room disappeared.
At the same time, the starlight that had been burning in Ossian’s eyes suddenly went out.
‘He’s gone.’
Only then did Ossian relax and let go of the tension in his shoulders.
I checked my palm and it was slightly damp.
It’s a good thing the other person just let it go, but what would have happened if they hadn’t?
‘I was a little relieved because I heard that I could handle the Holy Light.’
Of course, this alone was not enough.
How many more people like Grace Seeker are there in this city?
‘I need more strength.’
Seonggwang’s other skills and other characteristics.
I had to be able to use them all.
*
Grace Seeker, who appeared in a quiet alley, looked back.
“Have you been waiting long?”
“no.”
A person appeared with a solemn and polite voice.
He was a large man wearing a neat suit, with a build of nearly 2 meters.
The man who was effectively the second in line in the Blood Brotherhood asked.
“Sister. Are you okay?”
“what?”
“It’s Daber. He survived, but he is in considerable mental shock. He needs to rest for a while, so it seems like he will have difficulty carrying out his assigned duties.”
What he meant was simple.
Shouldn’t we get revenge for what happened to the youngest?
That’s why Grace, the leader of the Blood Brotherhood, didn’t go to see Ossian himself.
For bloody revenge that pays back as much as was suffered, if not more.
Since Grace has been inactive lately, if she takes action herself, it will serve as a warning to others.
But Grace Seeker didn’t do that.
She faced Ossian, but after talking to him, she quietly withdrew.
Something that would be impossible considering her usual personality.
That made the giant man even more suspicious.
Why on earth didn’t you kill him?
“It’s a shame about Daber, but he’s still alive, right? That’s okay.”
“All right.”
Grace asked her sister for a neat answer.
“Oh, why don’t you ask me why?”
“If you made that choice, there must be a reason.”
“It’s not fun.”
Grace pouted and grumbled.
But even though she acted like that, her red eyes kept thinking of the black-haired man she had just met.
‘I think it was Ossian.’
When Daber first returned with his arm cut off, Grace swore revenge.
I wasn’t emotionally angry.
Daber is the cute youngest, but he was a kid who often caused his older sisters and brothers a lot of trouble.
The boy’s close siblings were outraged, but Grace, the eldest sister, had only come to see Ossian out of necessity.
But the man I actually met.
‘There’s something.’
Defeated Daber, who was wearing the stolen Tesla Arms, with one sword.
As Daber said in a panic, Ossian used a strange light.
Did you say a star fell from the sky?
‘I didn’t know what that meant, but now that I see it, I understand.’
The pure white light that bloomed in the darkness he had created.
Grace, who was initially worried about how to kill him, changed her mind the moment she encountered it.
You shouldn’t fight it.
No, he can fight. At that time, Ossian didn’t even hold a sword.
There was no way she could lose to an opponent who didn’t even have a weapon.
But I would have given him one arm.
That was the best outcome. Maybe I should have given up one eye as well.
It was a conclusion derived from an intuition close to foresight that I felt as a strong person.
If I had called the second one who was waiting outside, I could have killed him without much trouble, but then things would have gotten too big.
‘Even without that, the city guards, military, and even the executioners are all on the lookout for us because of the youngest, so if we make a fuss for no reason, we’ll just get tired.’
This is just a taste.
It was later that activities resumed in earnest.
Of course, one of the reasons was that I was interested in Ossian and wanted to watch him.
So Grace decided to be extra quirky this time.
‘The knight who embraces the stars. What kind of appearance will he show us in the future?’
Will he be able to bring change to this golden city?
Or will we be swallowed up by the greed of this city?
It seemed like it would be quite fun to watch.
*
“Damn.”
Harris let out a rough shout through trembling lips.
He was a problem solver. A problem solver who was neither well-known nor low-level.
The task he was given this time was to stop the strike.
This was because workers went on full-scale strike demanding higher daily wages.
There’s no way a group of uneducated people would suddenly try to go on strike.
After that, we found out that the labor union had intervened, so we also called in a problem solver and a contractor as a special measure.
Anyway, the only fights the workers have ever had were fist fights in shabby bars.
So I figured if I just shot them in the air a few times, they’d disperse like a swarm of cockroaches.
‘But you didn’t say there was something like that!’
Harris’s gaze turned to the giant machine moving at the entrance of the factory.
A large brass-colored body over 4 meters tall, spewing pure white steam from the exhaust ports on its shoulders and back.
Steam Suit.
Also known by its other name, Full Metal Ogre, it was a mountable, powered exoskeleton weapon powered by ether water vapor.
The huge, thickly armored giant was an opponent that could not be defeated with a gun.
Several of the mercenaries who had been rushing ahead were already covered in blood and fell down. They were dead instantly.
It seemed as if the labor union that had incited the strike was determined to push this through.
‘Should we retreat like this?’
As Harris was thinking about that, he saw the back of a man’s head walking leisurely towards the steam suit.
Harrison muttered without realizing it.
“What is that?”
He was a black-haired man wearing a neat frock coat.
I even felt an aristocratic air that was out of place here.
It was only then that Harris realized that the man was a troubleshooter who had received the same commission as he had.
I think your name was Ossian?
It was surprising that he confidently walked towards a steam suit several times larger than himself, but what was even funnier was the weapon he was holding in his hand.
“Is that a kitchen knife?”