How to Live as a Knight After the Ending - Chapter 63
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Episode 63. The Smug Sisters (2)
“I’m sorry, but I cannot accept this request.”
That’s what Frenfitts heard as soon as he stopped by the troubleshooter’s office.
Osborne Russell.
He was an old gentleman with gray hair and was considered one of the most veteran brokers in the industry.
He spoke in a calm and gentle tone, but his message was direct and without any room for roundabout ways.
Frenfitz, who had been rubbing his eyelids for a moment, took a deep breath and asked.
“Why?”
“If you think I’m asking because I don’t know, it’s even more serious.”
Osborne said, adjusting his rimless glasses with his white-gloved hands.
“Aren’t you planning to hire our team to solve the current attempted assassination of Princess Orlea?”
“Is that a problem? If the commission fee is insufficient, I will give you more.”
“It seems like the client has underestimated our sources. Is it because all the troubleshooters he has already hired have failed?”
Frenfitz shut his mouth at the stabbing words.
“You knew that Princess Orlea’s assassination would occur, but you hid that fact and called in the troubleshooters on a mission.”
“that…….”
“That alone would be enough to warrant a deposit, and yet you are asking for another favor in this situation.”
Osborne Russell’s eyes lit up.
The appearance of the kind old gentleman was nowhere to be found, and the charisma of a seasoned broker shone through.
“Did our industry look that funny?”
“… … .”
Frenfitz broke out in a cold sweat.
If you look into my true feelings, it would be a lie to say that I didn’t find it funny.
Even though they are called troubleshooters, I never thought of them as anything more than just parts that you hire for money and replace.
“We also have eyes to see and ears to hear. Rather, in order to survive in a place like this, we have to react more sensitively than anyone else.”
Russell took a sip from the wine glass in front of him to quench his thirst.
He put down his glass, wiped his lips with a pure white handkerchief, and continued speaking.
“It has already spread that the military was involved in this incident. That is a problem, but what is more serious is the people hired by the military.”
Surprisingly, the military even hired criminals.
The problem is that these criminals are not the usual rabble you see on the streets.
“Uluaz Prison. You’ve probably heard of it.”
As Tirna is a large city, many people gather there, and naturally, crimes of a commensurate scale occur.
A wonderful name, City of Liberty.
On the contrary, the shadows that lie beneath such freedom cannot but be dark and thick.
If it’s dangerous for an ordinary citizen to carry a gun, what happens when high-level mutants, wizards, or warlocks become criminals?
Uluaz Prison was a prison built solely to hold such special criminals.
Each and every criminal incarcerated there is a very threatening being.
But the military even dragged those criminals into this incident.
“The troubleshooters you hired were all defeated by criminals from Uluaz Prison. Oh, except for one of them, of course.”
“If there is one person… … .”
“You know what I mean, but you’re pretending not to know? There’s a troubleshooter currently saving Princess Orlea from the threat of assassination.”
The image of Ossian flashed through Frenfitz’s mind.
He bit his lip, but Osborne ignored the reaction and said what he wanted to say.
“Since he’s still here, why don’t we have some hope?”
“Do you think he will succeed?”
“The answer to that question is not something I can dare to give. Instead, there is someone else who is more suitable.”
“You are the right person.”
Osborne did not answer.
Instead, the faint sound of footsteps echoed from afar.
Frenfitz turned his head and recognized his opponent, his expression distorting.
“Ronan Rolland.”
A handsome man with blond hair, squinted eyes, and a neat suit.
Ronan Rolland joined the table.
“Oh, oh. Mr. Frenfitts, you seem to be in a lot of trouble. Where, is things not going well?”
Frenfitz clenched his fists and calmed down his anger before opening his mouth.
“Are you okay then? You must know the current situation. How long do you think your beloved troubleshooter will last?”
“You don’t have to worry so much. Mr. Ossian is a very capable person. You should think about what comes after success.”
“Ha. After success? Didn’t you hear what I just said? With those vicious criminals involved, it’s only a matter of time before your troubleshooter dies. If you don’t send someone new right away… … .”
“Would you like to bet?”
Frenfitz shut his mouth at Ronan’s words.
“I am confident. Mr. Ossian will definitely complete this mission successfully.”
“… … What did you hear from me? Don’t you know that among those criminals, there are madmen who worship a heretical god?”
“I know. The ‘Small Sisters’ who serve the forgotten ancient gods are famous.”
“That’s not all. The Marquis de Dubuie will personally step forward to nip the problem in the bud. The military will continue to search as well. Do you think that just one troubleshooter can survive there?”
“So I said, let’s make a bet. I’ll bet that Mr. Ossian will succeed.”
“Are you stupid, or is your brain damaged? If that troubleshooter succeeds, it’ll be a good thing for me.”
Ronan chuckled and handed Frenfitz a piece of paper.
“Rather, Mr. Frenfitts should be praying for our failure.”
Frenfitz’s face hardened as he scanned the contents of the document.
“This, this… … .”
“I guess you think the brokerage industry is ridiculous. You intentionally hid the risks and put in requests here and there. [The union] is already thinking of suing because of this incident. Don’t worry. The brokerage union has a lot of money. I will show you an example of doing my best in this matter.”
“What? What is that… … .”
“So to summarize what I said.”
Ronan cast a chilling glance through his squinted eyes.
“Whether this succeeds or fails, you are finished.”
*
A cascade of tentacles.
It looked like a deformed octopus’ leg, with suction cups running, forked tips, and sharp spines sprouting out of them.
The sight of dozens of legs with mucus flowing out from between the hems of their skirts over their slippery skin seemed far from real.
People are bound to be overwhelmed by a disgusting sight.
Princess Orlea’s face turned pale at the sight of countless octopus tentacles approaching her like a torrent.
At that moment, Ossian stepped forward.
A pure white light shoots out from the tip of the drawn sword.
The sword imbued with the power of the stars swung horizontally, tearing through space in a pure white manner.
Anything caught in the sword’s path was torn apart. Even the countless octopus tentacles were no exception.
“Hee, heeeek! Huh, how… … !”
The one who was rather frightened by the sight was Attila, the younger of the two sisters.
Beyond the fact that his attacks were not working, he was overcome with an inexplicable fear when he saw the starlight bursting out from the tip of Ossian’s sword.
“Ha! Brother, I guess you still have some faith in something?”
At that time, the one who approached Ossian from behind was her older sister, Croa.
She quickly approached Ossian from behind, clenched her right fist, and swung it at Ossian.
A green aura formed above the fist, and the head of a deep-sea fish popped out, thrusting its teeth at Ossian.
But Croix’s fist was not completely thrown out.
It was because of the pure white rays of light that were suddenly binding her body.
“What?”
The starlight cloak that Ossian wore split into several pieces and tied around Krua’s body.
Feeling that this was not an ordinary aura, Croix stamped his feet instead of throwing a punch.
Honey.
When her soles hit the floor, instead of a dull thud, the ground rippled like water and spread out in concentric circles.
And then a giant green shark’s head popped out from under the solid ground and swallowed Ossian in one bite.
Croix’s expression, which had been smiling with conversion, hardened in an instant.
Croix immediately flew backwards.
Tsk tsk!
A vertical, pure white flash of light split the shark apart like a log, and even tore apart the spot where Croa had been.
Amidst the shark’s scattered remains, splitting left and right, Ossian emerged unharmed.
Croix felt his spine tingle when he saw that sight.
‘What the heck is that guy?’
It was unbelievable how he calmly responded to his own attacks and the sight of his younger brother Attila without being afraid.
Even those with a heart of steel would usually feel mentally pressured by the sight of countless tentacles, which would make their movements sluggish, but Ossian’s expression has always remained expressionless from the beginning until now.
‘How did you get the courage to do that? What the heck is that pure white light? The power we’re using isn’t even working.’
Croix clicked his tongue as he looked at the trembling fist.
I don’t know what kind of light Ossian is dealing with, but I know that it is very different from the power he deals with.
It is different from the divine alchemy handled by the paladin.
If the Divine Pension was a sacred power borrowed from someone, then that was pure power honed by an individual.
“Hey, sis. That guy is dangerous.”
Attila shook his body, clutching his shoulders with both hands.
Croix’s expression hardened seriously.
The two received power from the ancient gods and became strong.
Among them, Attila, the younger brother, was the one who was most favored by the gods and thus possessed outstanding talent. As such, it was possible to read her will.
The fact that Attila was so frightened means that he had figured out the level of strength of his opponent with his sharp spirituality.
“Ugh.”
You can tell just by looking at those black eyes staring at me indifferently.
I couldn’t read what he was thinking.
Croix realized that his clenched fists were soaked with sweat.
“Hmm.”
Actually, Ossian found the sisters Croix and Attila quite interesting.
‘That power. I thought it looked familiar, and it was that.’
There were beings in the game who wielded such power.
Ancient god.
As a foreigner from an unknown world, its presence is said to be dizzying and difficult to describe.
It was an event boss created by the game company by arranging and paying homage to famous elements from subculture.
‘It had nothing to do with the main story and was just a short event story, but it left a significant impact.’
The culprit that caused many users to swear at the horrifying appearance of the monsters in the game.
The difficulty was high, but the rewards were so small that it was questionable whether the event was made to be completed.
Even the final boss of the event is an incarnation of an ancient god, and its difficulty is so extreme that it is always ranked among the worst bosses in the game.
In order to break the Ossian event, I had to take on countless challenges.
‘It’s a memory.’
Even in a world that has changed completely, Ossian is moved by the fact that the elements of the game he loved and enjoyed so much have continued.
At Ossian’s expression, the two sisters trembled.
“Oh, sis. That guy… … .”
“Yeah. That guy.”
Croix swallowed and said.
“I’m having fun right now.”
oh my god.
Rather than being surprised by their own power to serve the ancient gods.
Beyond being overwhelmed, you’re now enjoying this in and of itself?
“Hey, sis. Let’s run away. T-This has no chance of winning.”
“What if I run away? Will I be locked up in that cold prison? This is a rare opportunity. A chance to live as a free man.”
“Ha, but in this way… … .”
“We have fought so far to live a normal life. We cannot back down here. Attila, please do that.”
“… … I understand. If that’s what you want, Sister.”
Attila also nodded at Krua’s words and made up his mind.
They were beings who served a heretical god, but it was not something they did willingly.
Man has no right to choose God.
God chooses the people he likes.
In that sense, the fate of the two sisters chosen by the ancient gods would have been irreversibly twisted from that moment on.
So the two sisters decided the moment they gained this power.
To somehow survive and achieve a happy life.
To do that, I first had to knock down the man in front of me.
Attila closed his eyes and concentrated.
“Come.”
At that moment, a pulsating sound was heard.
Attila, who had been closing his eyes, arched his body like a bow, rolled his eyes, and trembled like an epileptic.
Princess Orlea swallowed hard at the sight.
It’s coming. Something is coming.
Above Attila’s head.
There was a crack in the space, along with a sound.
It seemed as if a tiny tentacle had emerged from a crack in space, but in an instant it grew in size and transformed into something huge.
What floated in the center were large, blinking eyes.
Centered around the pupil, the fleshy masses were twisted and clumped together like ropes, and the overall shape took the shape of a large starfish.
It was a part of the flesh of an ancient god that descended.
The surrounding air became heavy with the appearance of the incarnate body.
I felt like I was falling into the depths of a cold ocean, my breathing became difficult, and a chill ran down my skin.
The incarnation that received the earnest call stared at Ossian with its eyes wide open.
And the moment I confirmed Ossian’s appearance.
… … !
The incarnation’s pupils shrank as if in shock.