I Became an Immoral Child in the Game - I Became an Immoral Child in the Game chapter 49

49 – 9-The Night of the Decisive Battle

Swordsmanship is like the essence that families and knights have developed with different circumstances.

It is meaningless to compare because each swordsmanship has a different birth background, but the debate about which family or knights’s is stronger is something that not only knights but also street children have experienced at least once.

The sword method that always comes up in the front row during such debates is the sword method of the Yakhok family.

Monsters are wicked and massive.

Suffering from starvation, it is poisonous.

There is no way to back down after being hurt.

To deal with such monsters, the Yakhok family perfected the swordsmanship to hunt monsters over several generations.

Heavy and powerful, that is why it is a lion-like swordsmanship that stimulates the viewer’s sense of war.

The Yakhok family’s specialty is a powerful and extensive swordsmanship.

As his sword drew a line, a long line rushed toward Cameron as if the space had been cut.

-Kakakang!

When the blade touched Cameron’s sword, the bottle exploded with a shockwave that shook the cellar.

I took advantage of that opportunity to revise my strategy.

Because of the trap we made, Amber’s feet are tied up in reverse, but it doesn’t matter.

If Cameron can’t go to Amber’s side, he’ll try to break through to my side where there’s a chance.

With the power obtained through a contract with the devil.

Conversely, as long as I block the number of secrets Cameron has hidden, then Yakhok will finish from the flank.

Then what I need to do is set the angle so that the side of Cameron is empty so that the yakhok can easily target when Cameron approaches me.

As Cameron wrestled with swordsmanship, I redid the jeans.

Come on.

Show me the number of the trump you hid.

And despair, blocked by my anger.

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“Human beings forget so quickly. The sad history of the Aryans, and how we fight for the first god.”

Cameron spat out an incomprehensible remark and threw the poisoned bottle at Yakhok.

The bottle was shattered by his swordsmanship, and Yakhok paused for a fraction of a second to avoid drinking the poison.

Cameron didn’t miss the chance.

Between me and the yak hok, Cameron chose me as expected.

I will spray poison on Yakhok to buy time and then kill me to break through this situation.

As determined as his will, there was no hesitation with his sword.

“Awake, scion of the abominable Djeevitz!”

The air chilled with his cry.

The liquor that had been spread on the floor froze.

My feet froze with the alcohol, and my movements were restricted.

The mana was mixed and it didn’t break easily.

Was it for this that you broke the keg and wet the floor?

On the one hand, a sense of relief swept over my body.

Is this the number of trumps you have?

It’s disappointing if the power you gained from contracting with the devil is only this much.

This kind of technique doesn’t work for me, who has a temper.

Cameron’s sword drew a trajectory that did not think of the back.

With a loud, sure blow, the sword flew towards my throat, as if to cut my throat.

If it goes according to his plan, I will be tied up and unable to escape, and I will be struck by the sword and die a violent death.

But that didn’t happen.

The ice that bound my feet melted much faster than Cameron expected.

My aura blocked his sword before it even touched his neck.

His left arm was ripped off as if a beast had ripped it off in the ensuing yakhok’s sword strike.

Cameron’s gamble failed, and his life shook like a wind lantern.

There is nothing more he can do.

Everything was as expected.

Just one thing.

Except that his movements didn’t stop at me.

Cameron passed me and put a knife to the neck of the nanny who was hiding behind me.

A prosthetic arm made of ice grew from his left arm, which had been ripped off by the yak hump’s blade.

“Forgetting that clumsy attacks don’t work when fighting those who follow the first god. It’s soft and ridiculous.”

What Cameron was aiming for was not me from the beginning, but the nanny!

I was bound to make it difficult for him to deal with when he takes the nanny hostage!

“I’ve been watching you all this time, Bjorn. You’re weak in personal affection. Can I kill the head maid for you?”

I got hit.

It was also a variable that it was his first fight with the demons, but Cameron was calmer than expected and responded appropriately to the situation.

He should have considered a wider variety of situations when he decided his head was working too well.

My failure was to rely too much on the Yakhok’s power.

“Since I used the power of a god, the other cultists must have noticed that things went awry. Soon the cultists will come into your room. Soon there will be no one breathing there. Not even the saint.”

A smart rabbit digs a lot of burrows.

The assassination plan goes a bit wrong, but you just need to achieve your goal.

Saints and you are all here.

Cameron told me with a confident face.

“My goal from the beginning was only you, Bjorn. So, if you don’t want to add the maid to the lives that will be lost tonight, throw away your sword. Now!”

*

The night was dark and the room in Bjorn, which was crowded with vassals, was also immersed in silence.

If everything goes according to plan, Bjorn-sama will be fighting a bloody battle with the Knights of the Demon Cult by now.

Barton was immersed in contemplation in the garden, looking at the restless saint, Mion.

“Can we really just wait here? Can we help with anything…”

“I understand the heart of the saint a hundred times, but even if we go to help, there is nothing we can do.”

Barton spoke to Mion in a somewhat cold tone.

Those words were directed at Mion, but she didn’t just criticize Mion.

Recently, Barton has been feeling helpless more than anyone else.

Barton remembered Bjorn.

He was a knight that could only come out of a bard’s song.

He never backed down even in the fight against the devil, and drove the demon cultists into a corner with his grit and wisdom.

However, Barton, who served him, could do nothing.

He couldn’t be smart like Amber or secretly gather information like Sir Sentle.

At least, he doesn’t have the ability to hunt out demon cultists like a saint.

Barton thought he was just lucky to be in this position.

‘I thought it would be different if I became a sword user.’

It was an embarrassing role for a knight to remain unused.

Especially if the reason is lack of ability.

Barton thought of the future.

Byern’s side, Amber, Sentle, and Saint will all do their part and change the world.

But in Barton’s view, he himself had no place there.

No matter how strong he became, no matter how hard he trained, he couldn’t imagine his future standing next to Bjorn.

‘The only thing I can do is not hold my ankle.’

On the way to Stemwind, it was as if he had bitten his lip and swallowed the pain from the assaults of his senior knights.

In order to protect the hospitality that overflows, sticking to your side like a parasite and enduring day by day with the mindset of not causing harm.

Barton felt like that was the only way he was given.

“Kyaaagh!”

Barton, who was lost in his thoughts, woke up to the sound of a tearing scream outside the room.

At the same time, the door opened, and I saw the blood that was supposed to circulate in the body of the knight guarding the door splattered everywhere.

The masked men burst into the room and began to cut whatever they saw.

As if he would not leave any living beings behind.

Barton intuitively realized that something was wrong.

“Looking at what went wrong, there must be a saint here! Never leave a single one alive!”

There were six masked men in all, and the auras surrounding their swords were as clean as those of an expert.

It was an excess of power that was put in under the premise that Bjorn was here.

As a sword user, Barton alone had no chance of winning.

“Saint.”

While the masked man was distracted by the people in the room, Barton quietly called the saint behind his back.

“I will throw you over the fence. Run and die. Never look back.”

The assassins entered through the doorway, not through the garden.

Barton speculated that it was to prevent them from escaping into the castle and mingling with people.

I wouldn’t have dispersed the firepower to the garden because Bjorn might be there.

Of course, there must be a calculation in there that even if he escaped to the garden, he would be able to track down and kill him right away, but if it was Mion who had become a sword user, the possibility was not lost.

“Then Lord Wigner…”

“Don’t worry about me. The knight died while defending his lord’s command. Isn’t that a merchant?”

Barton was willing to sacrifice his life to buy time in order to raise that tiny possibility even a little.

Barton was afraid.

It was too good for him to lose his only life here.

He might have run away from an order or something if the target he had to protect was an ordinary person.

Barton is a coward.

When he faced the archdemon of plague, the reason he spoke first was because he thought he would be annihilated at this rate.

He was praised for being a witty knight and willing to sacrifice his life for his comrades, but the beginning was obviously the overwhelming fear that dominated Barton.

However, the one Barton guarded was a saint.

He is the shield that protects mankind, and in the future, countless people will be saved by his hand.

Compared to him, Barton is nothing.

A sword user class knight of the Ordinary Humanity Lighthouse.

Even putting his own life on the same scale as a saint was embarrassing.

“So, Holy Son, please survive and protect mankind. Pay for the life you owe me with it.”

Barton didn’t listen to Mion’s answer and threw him over the fence.

If Mion says let’s fight together, I think I’ll be shocked.

‘I didn’t know that he would suggest another way to stay with the heroes so quickly.’

To use one’s service and sacrifice one’s life to protect a saint.

Barton made up his mind in the face of his death.

“I know who you guys are! If you guys are also forage knights! No more killing innocents! I am the saint you guys are looking for!”