How to Live as a Knight After the Ending - Chapter 39
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Episode 39. The Witch and the Exile (1)
Kkwack! Kkwack! Kkwack!
The cylinder spun furiously, and pure white steam poured out from behind the steam suit.
The pilot in the steam armor laughed inwardly as he watched the fleeing mercenaries and troubleshooters.
To those who can only shoot small guns, the Steamsuit is on par with an armored vehicle.
Of course, I would never even dream of fighting.
‘I guess I just have to keep my place now.’
As the pilot thought so, he saw someone approaching him.
He didn’t approach me secretly, but walked towards me confidently as if he was out for a walk.
When I looked to see who it was, I saw that it was a handsome young man with black hair wearing neat clothes.
He had a noble appearance that did not seem like a problem solver even though he was about to die. In addition, he was holding a kitchen knife in his right hand, which did not match his appearance.
Kitchen knife? Are you crazy?
The pilot thought about chasing him away, but changed his mind.
Let’s not let our guard down.
Especially in cases like now where the labor union is supporting from behind and encouraging a strike, it is necessary to make work more certain.
In that respect, the pilot of the Steamsuit was a thorough professional who did his best in his assigned task.
Oh my.
The steam suit’s fists, strangely large compared to its size, opened and aimed at Ossian.
Just as he was about to grab the body and turn it into a mashed lump of meat, Ossian’s hand moved.
Shrek.
A flash of light flashed through the air and the kitchen knife danced silently.
At the same time, the outstretched hand of the steam suit was torn to pieces and scattered.
“No, what is this… … .”
Harris, who had been watching the scene from beginning to end, opened his eyes wide.
The same was true for the pilot of the steam suit, who was watching the situation through a gap in his shattered chest armor.
How dare you cut off an arm made of a special reinforced alloy like that?
Even the knife that Ossian was wielding just now was a kitchen knife, perfect for chopping cooking ingredients.
It looks like a kitchen knife, but is it actually the sword of the century?
Despite his confusion, the pilot moved his remaining good arm.
Clank!
The hatch on the steam suit’s thick forearm opened and a huge stake popped out.
It was a pile bunker that could easily pierce holes even in the armor of a sturdy quadruped tank.
Originally, it was intended to be used as a melee weapon against pilots of the same steam suit, and against people without armor.
“asleep!”
It was definitely not something for human use, but the pilot, who felt an instinctive sense of crisis, did not think it was time to judge such a thing.
Cheeeeek!
A huge pile of piles from a bunker that is shot out by the rising air pressure, evaporating the ether water.
But rather than retreating, Ossian jumped into the arms of the steam suit.
His hand moved again, drawing an afterimage.
A swing at a speed that cannot be seen with the naked eye.
A fine line covered the entire remaining arm of the steam chute, including the pile bunker.
The arm of the steam suit was cut off, showing a sharp cross-section.
Even the giant steel piles were no exception.
“Hey, I never heard of such a monster.”
While the pilot panicked, Ossian swung a kitchen knife at the massive body.
Kaang!
The kitchen knife couldn’t penetrate the steam suit’s armor.
The arms could be sliced ??through the joints, but the body was different. It was covered in thicker armor to protect the occupants.
However, the pilot felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the sword marks carved all over it.
But that’s okay. The bastard’s attacks couldn’t reach him.
“huh?”
The pilot, who had been thinking like that, opened his eyes wide in puzzlement at Ossian’s actions.
Ossian did not back down or anything even though the attack was blocked.
Instead, he gripped the handle of the kitchen knife firmly with both hands.
The moment the forearm muscles of the forearm gathered strength, the blade fell vertically from the sky toward the ground.
At that moment, the pilot of the steam suit saw.
A pure white light bursting from the tip of a kitchen knife.
From the crown of the steam suit to the groin area.
The kitchen knife cut through smoothly without any sticking.
Kuuung!
Soon, the steam suit split in half and fell to the left and right.
With the pilot inside.
A cloud of smoky dust rose, and the mercenaries and troubleshooters who were watching it were completely out of their minds, wondering if they were dreaming.
A man cut a steamer in half with a kitchen knife.
Even if you said that as a joke while drinking, people around you would probably laugh at it and say it wasn’t funny.
I’m sure that’s true.
Now it actually happened.
Harris looked at the man who had performed this miracle, his mouth wide open.
It was the same for the mercenaries who were running away.
However, Ossian looked at the kitchen knife he had wielded with a disapproving look.
I just used the Holy Light Sword, and the blade was completely destroyed.
It barely maintained its shape.
Also, my wrist felt a little numb, perhaps because I swung it with too much force.
“Hmm. I guess the weapon is the problem.”
It’s ridiculous to say that cutting a steamer with a kitchen knife only ended up with a slight tingling sensation in my wrist.
But Ossian seriously thought he was lacking.
To be exact, it couldn’t be helped because of the weapon.
‘It’s definitely sharper than the longsword that was first given.’
As much as he hated to admit it, kitchen knives of this era were far superior to the swords Ossian had once used.
However, because it was small and the specifications of the sword were different, the blade was completely destroyed with one strike of the Holy Light.
It wasn’t bad if you thought of it as a consumable weapon.
However, it was a bit odd for me to go out to do a request carrying a bunch of kitchen knives every time I fought.
Ossian, shaking off his distracting thoughts, spoke to the several pairs of eyes staring at him.
“I’ve taken care of all the troublesome guys. Now you figure out the rest.”
Only then did Harris return to reality and nod with a bewildered expression.
Ossian took in the sight of the scene being quickly cleared up.
Workers who had urged the strike were seen being subdued and dragged out in an instant.
In some ways, it may be a pity, but in reality, that was not the case.
These guys are the ones who incited their colleagues to occupy a well-run factory for their own benefit.
The situation was different from the workers that Ossian first encountered.
If they truly couldn’t stand the hardship and burst, then the other side was greedy even though they had enough.
And behind them were the labor unions.
The city of Tirna was full of unions of all kinds. Among them, the labor union representing workers was the most common and was a fairly large organization in Tirna.
But the unions do not represent the workers.
They also take bribes from others and instigate strikes or protests.
Ultimately, all organizations and groups run on money and interests.
In the current era of the Industrial Revolution, organizations that are operating normally in the city are ultimately like that.
That is why Ossian felt neither guilt nor hesitation about killing the pilot of the steam suit.
The author also killed people for money, and it was the same this time.
Ossian, judging that everything was roughly sorted out, left the scene.
Anyway, the request was successful, and Ronan will pay the subsequent rewards.
If I stayed in that place, I would only be bothered by annoying people.
‘I think it’s already like that enough.’
Ossian felt several movements following him secretly.
There is no hostility, but rather, there is a clear tendency to analyze and confirm this.
It might be a spy organization trying to verify whether the rumored article is really a capable person.
‘How big is this city?’
I knew that one area was roughly the size of a medium-sized city, but that was just an estimate.
And what about the organizations that abound in the city?
There were so many of them that it was impossible to count them. The gangs and such that Ossian had previously dealt with were not even worth the dirt on his claws.
How big are the major crime syndicates, how powerful are the major corporations, and what will the city council be like?
Even the Blood Brotherhood does not operate recklessly in this city.
In such a place, I felt so pathetic that I was walking around with only a sword in my hands.
‘So I have to get stronger.’
I realized this after meeting Grace Seeker.
That I am still lacking.
Even though I didn’t have a sword at the time, it wasn’t a very good feeling to sense defeat.
I needed to get stronger.
It was a preparation for not being disturbed by anything that happened in the future, although it was also for the primal purpose of survival.
Ossian knew he could become stronger.
Unlock the remaining traits.
The answer was there.
So what is needed to unlock the trait?
‘Fight. You have to become stronger by fighting stronger opponents.’
Ossian thought so and let out a snicker.
Until recently, he was an ordinary citizen, but now he seeks out fights.
I thought that this might also be an effect of the wandering knight’s body, but it was just funny.
Maybe that’s the kind of person he was originally.
The real self that had been quietly curled up inside an egg, blocked by the wall of reality, began to raise its head through the body of a knight.
‘So, this isn’t enough.’
The steam suit was a very novel and groundbreaking weapon, but it could be easily cut down by a kitchen knife.
It wasn’t a bad idea to make money by defeating easy enemies, but Ossian wasn’t satisfied with it.
It feels like something deep inside me is constantly complaining.
A stronger stimulus was needed.
With that thought in mind, Ossian opened the door to the Violet Fox Tavern.
Ronan, who was sitting down and reading papers, turned his gaze this way as the bell rang.
His eyes, which were either open or closed, looked at Ossian and opened slightly wider.
“Welcome. Did you complete your mission safely?”
“It was nothing.”
“Is that so? Was there anything you wanted to briefly report on the request?”
“There was a steam suit. It was the first time I’d seen one, but it must be true, because the fleeing mercenaries shouted so.”
“Steamsuit. This isn’t something that ordinary strikers would do, so there must have been some force supporting them from behind.”
“So I cut it.”
A flat tone, as if saying, “I saw a rock on the road and moved it away.”
Ronan laughed slightly at those words.
Hohohoho, as always, it was a smile full of suspicion.
“It seems like you are not satisfied with your sex life.”
“… … Did it look like that?”
“It can’t be because of the weapon, is there something else?”
Because the request was too easy.
Ossian remained silent, fearing that saying so would sound too presumptuous.
Then suddenly my eyes turned to the documents Ronan was looking at.
“What is that?”
“Ah, this is a summary of the latest news. In addition to the Blood Brotherhood’s activities, there are various incidents occurring in the city.”
“Hmm.”
Ossian glanced over the documents, interested in their contents.
Then suddenly I saw a familiar word and picked up the piece of paper.
“This is… … .”
“Ah. Are you interested in that?”
[Regarding the witch’s request for asylum]
On the front of the document that Ossian picked up, it said so.