How to Live as a Knight After the Ending - Chapter 79
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Episode 79. The Night’s Reaper (2)
Surprisingly, the messenger could speak.
That wasn’t all. The voice was clearly a woman’s.
‘The monster speaks?’
If I just closed my eyes and listened to her voice, it was such a pleasant voice that it reminded me of a very pretty woman.
And what on earth is that urgent cry that seems to be trying to mediate this side?
When Ossian swung the Holy Light Sword, the Grim Reaper lowered his head in surprise.
The sword swung horizontally cut through the empty air.
It wasn’t a complete miss, as the end of the robe the grim reaper was wearing on his head was slightly cut off.
[Ouch! Again! I swung it again!]
“Can’t you just avoid it?”
[If I hadn’t avoided it, I would have died!]
“It’s already a dead skeleton?”
[Even if I die once, I don’t want to die again!]
For Ossian, who had been expecting a fierce battle, this was a dispiriting reaction.
Eventually, Ossian had no choice but to stop chasing the Reaper.
[Phew. So you’re finally willing to listen to my story.]
Ossian swung his sword without hesitation.
Whoa! The god of death was surprised and started dodging again. This time, he dodged properly.
[Why are you suddenly swinging your sword again!]
“No, I just stopped without realizing it.”
In the first place, it would have been more difficult if the voice of a clear and clean woman who had never breathed in fine dust had been heard while looking like a skeleton holding a scythe.
It’s important to keep in mind that your appearance and voice don’t match, isn’t this too different?
Ossian stared at the messenger quietly.
I was trying to figure out what the guy was up to when he opened his mouth.
‘There’s no face, so I can’t read your expression.’
Since there were only black holes where the pupils should be, it was difficult to feel any emotions.
That alone should have been enough to clear his suspicions and wariness, but Ossian strangely felt no danger from that messenger.
The fact that his senses for detecting danger were unresponsive meant that the messenger was at least not hostile to him.
“So, what is the identity?”
Ossian asked, releasing the Holy Light Sword.
[Are you only asking that now… … .]
When Ossian tried to summon the starlight on his sword again, the god of death responded in surprise.
[I am Muerte! I am a spiritual being who embodies the concept of curse!]
“The curse is visualized?”
[I think you can just think of it as a summon for easy understanding.]
Muerte’s calm voice introducing herself as a summoner.
Ossian stared at Muerte with a gloomy gaze.
Looking closely, I couldn’t feel any of the creepiness or awkwardness that a ghost-type monster should have.
However, that did not mean that I felt the ominousness that is characteristic of curses.
“I am Ossian. I am a problem solver.”
[These days, problem solvers can even draw light from swords, right?]
“Enough with the small talk, what is your purpose? Why on earth did you want to kill Dyke Goldilocks?”
Muerte shrugged at those words.
[Huh? Kill me. Who am I going to kill?]
“After Dyke Goldilocken fell unconscious, a ghost appeared in the mansion. And it matched the witness’s testimony.”
[Testimony!]
“A figure of a grim reaper with a scythe in hand and a robe turned over. Isn’t that exactly you?”
[… … Well, if you say that, I don’t really have anything to say.]
Muerte shook his head vigorously and shouted.
[Anyway, I feel wronged! I have touched people… … but! It’s not my fault that that Dyke Goldilocken fell!]
“It could be a lie.”
[Really! To begin with, this is my first time coming to this mansion!]
“Today?”
No way.
Testimonies of ghost sightings in the mansion have been coming in for several days.
If Muerte came for the first time today, what about the ghosts seen before?
‘No, but more than that.’
I can no longer feel the presence of the people who were following me from behind just now.
Did he get lost along the way? The mansion was so large that it was entirely possible.
But strangely enough.
There was something that strangely touched Ossian’s sense of humor.
[What’s going on?]
“Quiet.”
When Ossian said that, Muerte closed her mouth.
Of course, it wasn’t very noticeable because it was just a skeleton.
A brief moment of silence.
Only then did Ossian realize that a battle was taking place far away.
“battle?”
Is there anything to fight about with Muerte here? Or is it just the war of nerves from earlier that caused the internal strife?
[What’s going on? Excuse me! Tell me too!]
Muerte asked something, but Ossian ignored the voice and headed towards the place where the commotion was happening.
The closer we got, the louder the noise became.
As I rounded the corner of the hallway and arrived at the scene, something black flew in.
Ossian instinctively avoided it.
It was a human head rolling on the floor.
A familiar face.
One of the physically enhanced mutants belonging to [Supremacy] was quickly chasing after Ossian as he moved under the cover of darkness.
Pupupupu!
Red flames filled the entire hallway.
The flame that pushed away the darkness was artificial. To be exact, it was magical.
3 star fire magic.
It was a chain detonation.
A series of spheres of fire burst out in the air, engulfing the entire hallway.
Windows were shattered, hallway carpets were burned, and wall cladding melted and flowed down from the heat.
The person who cast the spell was a 4-star wizard who showed arrogance.
Indeed, his magical power was quite extraordinary, making him a skill worth being proud of.
Of course, it didn’t seem like such a great feat to Ossian, who had been fighting the Blood Brotherhood.
This was rather unusual for Daber, who was a member of the Blood Brotherhood.
He was not called the Burning Daver for nothing, as he specialized in burning people to death.
However, even by ordinary standards, the wizard’s skills were quite outstanding.
“Okay!”
The fellow wizard who was assisting behind him shouted in joy, but then his face turned pale when he saw the enemy who had appeared after the scorching heat subsided.
What emerged from the red flames was a chilling blue color, the opposite of the flames.
The pale blue robe, which held the chill, fluttered freely in the air even though there was no wind.
The face was not visible. If Muerte had the face of a skull, the guy was nothing but a pitch-black shadow beneath the hood pulled over his head.
What he held in his strangely long hands was a scythe for harvesting something.
Even the scythe was shining with a bluish color, as if it were no ordinary scythe.
Even though it was floating in the air without legs, it looked to be over 2 meters tall, and the scythe it held in its long arms was over 4 meters long.
There were two people lying around the ghost.
One was a corpse whose head had just been blown off, and the other was a mutant whose head had been cut diagonally from his collarbone to his waist.
He was also one of the mutants belonging to [Supremacy].
There was no bleeding from the wound, which was presumed to have been cut by a sickle.
This is because the wound along the vein’s cross-section became frozen with frost.
Ossian remembered the frost on the fountain he had seen during the day.
‘It’s him.’
The real ghost that even the high priest’s command could not reach was right before my eyes.
Meanwhile, the ghost rushed towards the four-star wizard who had casted magic at it.
A ghost floating in the air without legs swung the scythe in its hand wildly.
The blue scythe cut through the walls of the mansion.
The interior of a solidly built building was cut open like butter.
“Huh!”
To stop it, a four-star wizard used magic.
A wall of hot flame suddenly shot up before my eyes, casting a dazzling light all around.
It was a two-star magic, flare shield.
Despite the scorching heat of the flames, the ghost was not at all scared.
The scythe, swung so sharply, even cut through the wall of fire.
A bluish chill cut through the flames.
That alone told me that the coldness in the scythe was no ordinary thing.
Just as the wizard was about to fall into danger, two shadows jumped out from behind him and rushed towards the ghost.
It was a skeleton in uniform.
Elise Denarova’s two skeletons summoned by her necromancy each brandished a spear and aimed for the ghost.
The ghost that was targeting the wizard retrieved the scythe and blocked the two spears.
The spear used by the skeleton was no ordinary spear.
There must have already been a considerable amount of black magic there, as the black energy was trying to spread through the scythe’s handle and reach the ghost.
However, as the ghost began to emit more cold air from its body, the black magic was pushed back and oxidized.
Meanwhile, the four-star wizard who had barely managed to survive bit his lip in shame when he saw Elise wearing a bone mask.
“Damn it. Getting help from a warlock or something.”
“… … .”
It was a very presumptuous remark for someone who had been helped, but Elise did not respond.
Her mind had been focused on the blue ghost for a moment.
“It’s dangerous.”
Elise muttered to herself.
Not only did he subdue two mutants at once upon his appearance, but he also survived being hit by a three-star spell.
That ghost was definitely no ordinary guy.
The ghost also looked at the newly appeared Elise and adjusted his grip on the scythe.
Although his face was not visible due to the dark shadows beneath his robe, it was easy to tell that he had turned his target towards Elise.
Then Homer shouted from behind Elise.
“Dante! Argo! This bastard!”
Homer extended his right hand toward the ghost.
The skin on his right hand, which had been swollen and red, burst open and a stream of blood shot out like a bullet and was shot at the ghost.
The ghost held the scythe in both hands and swung it lightly.
The cold air from the scythe froze all the flying blood.
Homer gritted his teeth at the sight and drew out more blood.
The blood in his hand turned into a whip and boiled and bubbled.
The whip moved like a snake, drawing a red trail.
The moment the ghost confirmed that and was about to swing the scythe again, someone grabbed the ghost from behind.
“Coolook! Homer! Finish it!”
It was Argo, a mutant whose upper body was cut off by the Ghost’s scythe.
He had extraordinary vitality and was still alive from the blow just now.
The ghost, who was suddenly caught from behind, radiated cold air from its entire body.
Argo, who was holding the ghost from behind, felt frost form on his skin and froze.
The ghost lightly shook his shoulder.
Then the frozen Argo shattered into pieces like a statue and scattered across the ground.
The whip of blood that followed was also easily cut off by the sickle swung by the ghost.
Homer’s lips trembled at the fact that even the opportunity his colleagues had sacrificed to create for him had gone unfulfilled.
Elise’s skeleton rushed at the ghost.
Two skeletons moved with incredible speed considering they were nothing but bones, simultaneously targeting the ghost from both sides.
A spear stabbing from both sides.
The ghost lowered itself, held the scythe horizontally, and spun 360 degrees in place.
A blue trajectory formed a perfect circle around the ghost.
The two skeletons hanging there fell down with their upper and lower bodies separated.
But the skeleton’s role was not limited to that.
Tick ??tock.
Between the torn clothes the skeleton is wearing.
A time bomb secretly hidden inside exploded.
Kwaaang!
As expected of a bomb containing a significant amount of gunpowder, its power was enough to cause parts of the mansion to shake loudly.
Part of the outer wall, which had been barely hanging on due to the explosion magic, collapsed.
But the ghost was still intact.
In that explosion, a curtain of ice formed around the body, minimizing the heat and shock of the explosion.
Even though Elise’s desperate measure, the bomb, failed to explode, she didn’t seem particularly surprised.
This is just a bait to catch the ghost’s attention.
In reality, it was the man’s turn that the ghost didn’t notice.
“Now is the time.”
At the same time as Elise said.
The sword of starlight that tore through the darkness was swung sharply towards the ghost’s back.