How to Live as a Knight After the Ending - Chapter 80
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Episode 80. The Ghost’s Identity (1)
Benda.
The timing of Ossian’s swing of his sword was perfect.
Although the advantage of surprise is lost because the sword itself burns with pure white flames, it makes up for the lack of power that far surpasses it.
A sword filled with starlight is swung to cut down the ghost.
Kaang!
The ghost turned 180 degrees in place and swung a blue scythe that blocked the Holy Light Sword.
“Stop it?”
It was the first time.
It’s incredible that a sword with this much power can be blocked like this.
What was more surprising was the ghost’s reaction speed.
I knew they were going to attack just by seeing the pure white light behind them.
At the same time, the swung scythe accurately blocked the Holy Light Sword.
A strange light lingered in Ossian’s eyes.
Kaang!
I pushed with force and the scythe and the sword of light fell apart.
The attention of the ghost that Elise had been attracted to was completely focused on Ossian.
‘Do you instinctively sense the strongest opponent?’
Now that it’s come to this, there’s no choice but to confront it head on.
At that moment, Muerte, who had been following Ossian, screamed when she saw the ghost.
[Gyaaaah! It’s a ghost!]
“… … .”
Is that what you’re saying?
Ossian desperately resisted the urge to argue like that.
It was because of a strong intuition that the moment I took my eyes off the ghost in front of me, it would rush at me.
However, Muerte’s appearance also had an unexpected advantage.
For a moment, the ghost’s attention was turned to Muerte, not Ossian.
It is now.
Ossian grabbed the Holy Light Sword and charged at the ghost.
A beat later, the ghost also rushed to Ossian.
The ghost was the last to arrive, but it was he who attacked first.
Because the range of the scythe he was holding was much longer than that of Ossian’s sword.
The ghost’s two arms moved dazzlingly as it swung its scythe.
A creepy blue trail was drawn along the scythe’s trajectory, and along that trajectory, the air froze and frost settled.
In response, Ossian also swung his Holy Light Sword.
The blazing starlight radiated heat, colliding with the frost and creating a dazzling light.
Kang! Kang! Kang! Kang!
Sparks flew in the air, blue and white mixing together.
The close combat between the two was so intense that it seemed as if they wouldn’t even allow a single breath in between.
Ossian continued to advance, trying to delve into the interior of the ghost.
The scythe had a wide range and long attack range, but it was relatively disadvantageous when digging inward.
However, the ghost seemed to be fully aware of this and did not allow Ossian to approach.
Rather, when he seemed to be getting close, he would spin his scythe around in a circle and scatter frost in all directions, thereby blocking Ossian’s approach.
A soft blue light and a brilliant white light that brightens the darkness.
People had a hard time taking their eyes off the two of them as they collided and mixed, leaving trails in the air like paint.
‘This is annoying.’
Ossian narrowed his eyes.
The ghost was a very skilled fighter.
Rather than simply swinging the scythe in a threatening manner, each and every strike was sharp and well-polished.
What was even more annoying was that even as we were exchanging attacks, the bastard’s attacks were becoming more and more sophisticated.
An attitude as if one were learning.
The attacks, which had actually felt a bit monotonous, were now changing with fakes mixed in.
Instead of just using the blade of the sickle in his hand, he also swung it like a staff using the other end of the long handle.
‘Is this a real ghost?’
Rather, it felt like I was fighting people.
At the same time, it felt somewhat familiar.
It’s definitely a monster I’ve never seen before. But I have a strange feeling that I’ve met and fought it somewhere before.
Meanwhile, the cold air the ghost was emitting became even stronger.
Frost began to form on the red carpet of the mansion, centering around him.
Crackle. Crackle.
The walls, ceiling, and floor slowly began to freeze.
The cold that had been spreading like a plague reached Ossian’s feet and then stopped.
Because before he knew it, the cloak of the night sky had fallen down Ossian’s shoulders.
Starry Cloud Silk.
The power radiating from the cloak not only blocked the ghost’s coldness, but pushed it away.
At that time, as they continued to confront each other, the magicians who had prepared their positions generated magical power and prepared their magic.
The ghost, having confirmed the sight, immediately ran away through the broken wall.
The wizards were dumbfounded when the guy who had been fighting fiercely until then suddenly ran away.
Ossian was also secretly embarrassed.
‘The ghost ran away?’
Perhaps they judged the situation to be unfavorable.
But I never thought that he would run away like this because it was disadvantageous.
This was especially true for ghosts that appeared to have no soul.
The ghost left the mansion and disappeared into the distance, disappearing into the forest.
People could only watch the scene.
*
As the ghost disappeared, the lights in the mansion came back on as if there had been a power outage.
But the commotion that had broken out while it was dark left everyone in the hall feeling exhausted.
I wanted to close my eyes and get some rest right away, but I didn’t have the luxury of that.
First of all, there was a victim.
There were two deaths.
He was a mutant belonging to [Supremacy] hired by the second daughter, Marcili.
Both were in charge of the body strengthening series, but one had his throat cut off by a ghost, and the other had his entire body frozen and shattered into pieces.
‘If he was a mutant with physical enhancement abilities, he would also have strong resistance to cold.’
There may be differences depending on the rank, but if you belong to an organization, there must have been ranks.
The cold aura emitted by the ghost was so intense that its body, which could move normally even in the bitter cold, was frozen and torn apart like a three-dimensional puzzle.
Naturally, the [Supremacy] mutants who had lost their precious force and comrades were in a depressed mood.
It was the same with wizards.
They, who had a strong sense of pride, seemed quite shocked by the fact that the fire magic they had used several times did not work on the ghosts.
‘Well, thanks to that it’s quiet now so I guess I don’t have to worry about anything.’
It’s something that has nothing to do with you anyway.
Ossian didn’t care if they suffered hurt pride or sorrow.
What was important was the other way around.
“What is that?”
Elise approached Ossian and asked.
It was a dry, dull voice that seemed comfortable despite having fought so many battles.
Elise’s gaze was directed to Muerte, who was floating quietly next to Ossian.
In fact, everyone in the room was looking at Muerte with strange eyes.
She was threatening from the start, but what was even more surprising was that she spoke with determination.
[That’s it. I have a name called Muerte!]
The skull’s jaw clicks and a high-pitched female voice rings out.
The expressions of the people around him became even more rotten at that sight.
It was surprising that the skeleton could speak, but the dissonance was quite evident when it answered in a high, cheerful voice.
“Skeleton?”
Elise, however, just stared at Muerte with even stronger curiosity.
Elise is a black magician who mainly uses [Necromancy].
From her perspective, Muerte was a skeleton who could speak and had a sense of self.
So, it is a really great skeleton.
[Excuse me! I’m not a skeleton or anything!]
Look! Muerte said, moving as if floating in the air.
He really looked like a god of death, flying into the sky with a scythe in his hand.
It was fortunate that the robe he was wearing was white. If it had been black, he might have instinctively attacked.
“oh.”
However, Muerte’s actions in claiming that he was not a skeleton only served to pique Elise’s curiosity even more.
Elise’s eyes changed to one that made her want to grab it and experiment with it right away.
[Hey, your eyes are a little scary?]
Finally, Ossian, who could no longer stand to watch, stepped forward.
“Come to think of it, didn’t you say you were someone’s summon?”
[Yes, it was. It’s something similar.]
“Then where is the master who summoned you?”
[That’s it! Oh! It’s just in time!]
Muerte pointed to one side with a bony finger.
There was a man walking towards them, muttering with a gloomy air.
He appears to be in his mid-30s, with unkempt hair and an unkempt beard.
What he was wearing was a black poncho that looked like rags.
He was a vagrant you might see on the street, but he didn’t give off any vibes at all.
death.
The unpleasantness emanating from that man was reminiscent of death.
The man was more of a warlock than a warlock, as if he had created the curse himself.
“The author… … .”
Although Ossian was someone he had never seen before, the four-star wizard looked different.
It was the first time I saw him raise his voice, even though I knew he would look down on others first.
“Desperado, why are you here… … .”
“……who?”
The man called Desperado asked in a fierce voice.
“… … I’m Licario, a four-star wizard from the Salaman School. Haven’t you heard of me?”
“Oh, right. I’m not interested in wizards, you know.”
Licario bit his lip, his pride quite hurt by those words.
“… … More importantly, why are you here?”
“Why? Well, I got the job. But have you seen any strange skeletons here? They’re noisy and they can fly.”
Desperado’s gaze soon turned to Muerte.
“Ah. There it is.”
[Fernando!]
The sight of a skeleton woman flying towards us with a scythe was something out of a nightmare.
But Fernando’s response was dry.
[Where the hell were you and what were you doing! I was scared!]
Muerte grabbed Fernando by the collar and shook him back and forth.
“Don’t shake it. Your head hurts. And you’re scarier?”
[I’m rude to you, lady!]
It seemed like that man was the one who summoned Muerte.
‘Or a contractor? Either way, he seems like a far cry from ordinary.’
Fernando’s fierce gaze turned towards Ossian.
Those eyes, which felt empty somewhere, did not seem like those of a living person.
[Fernando! Let me introduce you! This is Ossian. He is the troubleshooter hired this time! He is the same as Fernando, right?]
“Problem solver?”
Fernando asked, as if he was curious.
It was the same for Ossian.
“Were you a problem solver?”
“Uh. It’s just a side job.”
“I see.”
That was the end of the conversation between the two taciturn and silent men.
[Oh really! Just looking at it makes me breathless! How can you be so speechless?]
Instead, Muerte next to him seemed annoyed and frustrated.
A skeleton woman struggling between two men. It was a combination that was dizzying to look at.
“Who hired you?”
“Delren Goldilocks.”
“Oh, was it the third one?”
“And you?”
“Dustin Kruger.”
“It was the butler’s side.”
Indeed. I wondered why I had never seen someone this good, and it turns out he was someone hired by the butler.
“Can I leave it like that?”
[That’s it!]
The ‘thing’ that Ossian spoke of was infuriating.
“It was noisy. I sent you out to go for a walk, but the mansion suddenly became noisy.”
“Something came up.”
“It looks like that. Well, my request is just to guard the entrance to the sickroom, so it doesn’t matter.”
Apathy, not caring at all about anything other than the task assigned to oneself.
He was a man who was literally mired in boredom itself.
“As long as you don’t touch me, I don’t care what you do. But you seem a little different.”
Fernando’s gaze towards Ossian changed slightly.
In his eyes, which were empty and emotionless, there was a very subtle but strange gleam.
“I’m the only one here who can solve this problem. Since we’ve finally met like this, I’ll tell you a story.”
Fernando spoke in a voice so small that only Ossian could hear.
“You’d better be careful. Especially since you’re helping the third one.”