How to Live as a Knight After the Ending - Chapter 43
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Episode 43. Sadnapal (1)
Ossian kept running.
The wind passing by hit my skin, but it didn’t stop.
I was a little out of breath, but considering how far I had run, even that was surprising.
‘I’ve felt this since I was strong, but your stamina is also incredible.’
Since you’ve maxed out your stamina stat, the stamina gauge will naturally be at its maximum.
But even so, it was surprising that he was able to run this distance, a distance that should be covered by a train, on two feet.
Didn’t they even catch up with the group of jeeps and motorcycles that had set off first?
His body was running at a speed that was almost as fast as the wind.
As I passed by, the tall grass growing on the road was blown away by the wind and fell to the side.
I ran like that for about 10 minutes.
Ossian immediately reached the city of ‘Sadhnapal’, where he could make contact with the witch.
Sadnapal was one of the major cities of the Republic of Osnapalos and was closest to the golden city of Tirna.
And it belonged to the area with a very large floating population.
This was because most people who wanted to go to Tirna passed through there.
A city where you can do anything regardless of your status as long as you have the ability and money seems like a land of opportunity.
It was inevitable that those who wanted to go to Tirna would pass through Sadnappal.
Naturally, Sadnapal served as a large passageway and became a place where many tribes came and went.
Just looking at the people walking around in front of you, it’s hard to count them.
Ossian had to find the witch here.
‘First of all, the witch chose the train station as the meeting place.’
Ossian, who was heading straight to the station, stopped in his tracks when he saw a group of people in pure white clothing coming out through the station entrance.
‘Priests of the Vatican of Petra.’
The Petra sect members who came out of the station chatted among themselves for a while, then dispersed in twos and threes.
‘Could it be that I’m a step too late?’
The fact that they came out means that the Petra cult had already confirmed the location by chasing the witch.
But judging by the serious expressions on their faces as they scattered, it was clear that they had lost sight of the witch.
‘There’s still a chance. The question is where the escaped witch went.’
This is Ossian’s first time visiting this city.
I’ve visited the city several times in the game, but so much time has passed that the city’s appearance has completely changed.
The basic city structure would remain the same, but it was difficult to be sure what was in which district.
‘If we leave it like this, those guys will definitely find a client first.’
The Petra cult has not been hunting down heretics for a long time for nothing.
They had the ability to detect hidden heresies, and naturally those walking around now would be those with that outstanding skill.
However, seeing that they were divided into different areas and scattered rather than moving with confidence, it was clear that the witch who commissioned the order had done something.
It’s not like you’re just being chased helplessly either.
‘It’s a race against time. We have to find him first and take him away.’
In the worst case scenario, a clash with the Petra cult may be unavoidable.
Ossian thought so and walked forward without hesitation.
“Huh, huh?”
The man who was standing at the entrance of the alley and spreading out a newspaper looked embarrassed as Ossian approached him.
Ossian spoke to the man with the nicely grown mustache.
“Tell me the location of the witch the Petra cult is chasing.”
“W, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who are you and why are you suddenly asking me that… .”
“Stop holding on. Haven’t you been watching me from the beginning?”
Ossian had felt eyes on him since he came here.
I just left it alone because I had no ill will.
Probably the organization that dominates this city, and they are the ones whose main business is information.
That’s why we need them in a situation like this.
“It looks like you’re a low-ranking employee. Take him to his superior.”
“… … .”
The man’s expression changed as if he was wearing a mask.
He still held the newspaper open in one hand, and with the other he pulled the pistol from his waistband.
But before that, Ossian’s hand moved.
“Are you going to do this in front of people?”
“Oh, when did it happen… … .”
Ossian’s hand grabbed the man’s gun.
The man tried to use his strength, but the gun in Ossian’s grip would not budge.
Ossian smirked at the sight and tightened his grip on the gun.
Gigging.
The long, pointed muzzle twisted into a U shape and pointed at the man.
“If you want to shoot, shoot.”
“… … .”
The man’s eyes shook in and out.
Right now, I was thinking in my head about how to overcome this situation.
Should I just obediently guide Ossian to the branch manager, or should I try to keep this a secret until the end?
The man chose the latter.
He looked over Ossian’s shoulder and then chuckled.
“You little punk, you’re lost. Who would mess with us like that? If you had noticed, you should have backed off.”
“her.”
Ossian also knew why.
It was because of the sight of the organization members approaching this way.
They were all people who naturally blended in with other people.
But when he revealed his true colors, people on the street unconsciously stepped aside.
This seemed to be a fairly common occurrence in this city, as no one bothered to stop it or report it to the police.
“Yeah. That’s better. I don’t like wasting time with pointless conversations either.”
“what?”
He was about to ask what the hell that was, but Ossian’s fist slammed into his face first.
I had to control my strength. Otherwise, my head would have exploded instead of my teeth breaking.
“This kid!”
“asleep!”
My colleagues around me were shocked and rushed towards me.
Ossian unclenched his fists as he looked at them.
“It looks like you guys don’t even need to draw your swords.”
Soon a one-sided brawl broke out.
*
Ossian stood in front of the iron gate, dragging the bloody man.
“Is this it?”
“Yes, yes.”
The man, with swollen lips and broken teeth, answered with garbled pronunciation.
Ossian stared at the iron door in front of him.
What a sturdy-looking door in a deserted alley. Just looking at it gave me the strong impression that it was an important place.
“Good job.”
Phew!
Ossian struck the guy on the head, knocking him unconscious.
Ossian, who was about to knock on the door, stopped. There was no sign of anything beyond the door.
Ossian looked down at the floor for a moment.
“You guys are quick-witted.”
Ossian muttered and lifted one leg.
And then I slammed my body against the floor with all my might.
The ground shook violently with a thud, and then it fell to the ground with a deep thud.
Debris from the shattered ground fell down, and Ossian also fell down.
*
People who were moving busily underground suddenly looked at the falling debris, wondering what was happening when the ceiling suddenly collapsed.
The same was true of Rexler, the head of the information organization branch here.
“Hmm. Everyone’s here.”
A man slowly walked out of the pouring smoke.
He lightly brushed the dust off the shoulders of his frock coat with his hand.
He was a man with a strangely calm voice and charisma.
He looked like he came from a noble family, and his appearance made him look guilty.
The pitch-black eyes that stared at the organization members indifferently felt strange.
‘It’s him.’
Rexler had already heard the report and was aware of Ossian’s appearance.
A sword on his waist. A troubleshooter from Tirna. Presumed to be looking for a witch. Targeting this side.
‘But how? I’m sure there’s no way I could know about this secret passage.’
What’s even more ridiculous is that the bastard came straight from the surface to the underground.
A human being, not an excavator, breaks through the ground with his bare body? Even if he’s a mutant, does that make sense?
Around him, his subordinates began to take out their weapons one by one.
They asked quietly.
“How should we handle this?”
Rexler rolled his eyes. Can you kill that human?
If you were going to fight in the first place, there was no reason you couldn’t fight. How many people are here, so how could you avoid it?
However, I didn’t want to do anything that would stand out, since the Petra Church was currently tracking down witches in this city.
“Are you the branch manager here?”
“… … .”
Ossian looked straight at Rexler and asked.
His subordinates behind him asked with their eyes, “What are you going to do?”
They were ready to draw their guns and shoot at the mere mention of an order.
Meanwhile, Ossian slowly walked towards Rexler.
Rexler’s eyes widened.
It was a hallucination that something was forming like a mist behind the approaching Ossian.
Cold sweat ran down Rexler’s cheeks.
His clenched fists were sweaty.
monster.
The guy was a monster.
The moment he realized it, Rexler’s judgment was quick.
“Stop moving!”
The shout was directed to his subordinates. The subordinates all froze in their seats at those words.
Rexler asked Ossian politely.
“What are you looking for?”
“Don’t you know why I came? Then you’re disappointed.”
“… … The witch is headed to the slums south of the city. She hasn’t been there long, so if you leave right now, you should be able to catch up.”
Only then did a hint of satisfaction appear on Ossian’s expressionless face.
Rexler tried to relax, but his eyes suddenly became clouded by the sight of Ossian’s hand suddenly reaching out.
“Why is this… … .”
“solatium.”
“yes?”
“You tried to attack me, didn’t you? If so, you will pay the price.”
“Didn’t I tell you the information?”
“That’s the price of running away.”
“I believe it was my subordinate who was unilaterally crushed.”
“You were the one who pointed a gun at me first when I made a legitimate request for a deal.”
“… … .”
From the subordinate’s point of view, it may have been out of loyalty, but it came back to haunt him like this.
Eventually, Rexler was forced to hand over a significant sum of money to Ossian.
Ossian left satisfied, and his men slowly noticed and approached Rexler to ask.
“Branch Manager. Is that any better?”
“What the heck, kid.”
“Isn’t that guy in this city right now? The most talented knight in the history of the Petra Vatican. Why didn’t you tell me? If we run into each other… … .”
“That’s what I told you to do. Why didn’t I tell you? Of course. I told you to go and die.”
The subordinate also understood the meaning and nodded.
“He seemed like a pretty strong problem solver, but he was unlucky. His opponent was that monster.”
“Yes, he is the Purifying Judge known to have the greatest talent in the sect in 500 years. He will be no match for him.”
Rexler’s mouth curled into a twisted sneer.
“I’m definitely going to die.”
*
“Kyahaha! Look at this here! Those Petra cult guys, aren’t you weak and falling?”
A skinhead with his upper body naked licked his tongue.
The bikers of the scrap heap couldn’t hide their delight at seeing the bloody, cold corpses of the priests of the Petra cult.
“By the way, it seems like there are no witches here?”
“Hey. What a mess. I thought I found the right one, so I secretly followed after it, but it was a waste.”
“What are you guys doing? Move quickly! If we keep doing this, those guys in suits are going to take it away from us.”
It was fine until we reached the city, and it was also nice to find a group of priests of the Petra cult chasing something.
I thought I had won, so I secretly followed them and surprised them, but it seemed like the witch wasn’t there.
“Huh? There’s one left over there?”
At the subordinate’s question, the gazes of the bikers all turned to one side.
There was a person standing there whose name I don’t know when he was there.
The attire was identical to that of the Knights of the Petra Order, with the only difference being that the clothing was gray rather than white.
“A knight? Then the attire is different.”
“Okay, kill me quickly. There’s no time.”
“Hehe. I knew this would happen so I didn’t put in the neutralizer.”
A skinhead with bulging muscles slumped toward the paladin, drooling.
On both of his shoulders were ampoules filled with purple medicine.
“Consider it unlucky, gentleman knight. Isn’t that how life is?”
The drug-enhanced body was a head larger than that of a paladin.
Then the knight, whose face was hidden by a deeply drawn hood, asked.
“As a faithful servant, I ask you, heretic. Do you have the heart to repent?”
“Repent? That’s ridiculous. Hey, you idiot. Do you think we should do something like that?”
The skinhead said and extended his hand.
Immediately afterwards, a golden wave passed through his hands.
There was nothing left where the gold had disappeared. Not even his outstretched arm.
“uh?”
The skinhead was embarrassed. His right hand was neatly removed from under his forearm.
And that body was strengthened by drugs.
The knight’s cold voice softly echoed in his ears.
“Then I will purify you all here.”
A golden glow emanated from the knight’s body.
“Repent in death.”