I Picked Up a Saintess from the Ruins - I Picked Up a Saintess from the Ruins chapter 19

19 – 4. Miracle?

The barrier was taller than most people, so it wasn’t high enough to jump over.

You can climb the ladder, but it is better to break down the door and enter than deal with the guards swarming on top.

There were few thieves who climbed up naturally, and most of the chaos occurred around the door.

The hunters tried their best to shoot bows, but not only did they find it difficult to show much effectiveness in the dark, but they also could not expect excellent skills in this rural area.

Unfortunately, the knight profession did not have many long-distance attack methods. I don’t know if you run in among them.

So the only way was to keep them in check by throwing stones.

“Arrow! Watch out for the arrows and raise your shield!”

“I know, I know! By the way, just make sure there are no money-making things inside. Just gag!”

“So I told you to be careful with the arrows… “What is it, stone?”

Slinging is a combat method that can be said to be the most fundamental in human history.

It also boasts a long history, to the point where it became a folk game under the name Seokjeon, and the fact that it has survived for this long means that it has proven its effectiveness through numerous practical uses.

Those who want to slander say how effective it is, but if it is not effective, the stone may be too small.

But what was more helpful than that was the bride. He clearly proved that he was a priest in charge of a village that was often exposed to external threats.

The pages of the open Bible were torn to pieces and scattered with a light sparkle. A small prayer flowed from his mouth, and the light spread brighter.

It was pale and sparkling like water mist at dawn, but soon gathered into small particles.

If seen from a distance, it would give off the beauty of a star falling to the ground, but as I often encountered it on the battlefield, I was well aware of its ferocious performance, which was different from its appearance.

With the priest’s hand gesture, a sphere of light floated nearby and was shot out. Unlike an arrow, it changed its path in real time in the air and pierced a thief’s head.

At first, the bandits just stopped with their eyes wide open, perhaps because they had not fully grasped the situation. It was only after the second bandit fell that the group became upset.

“What is it, wizard? “You didn’t say there was a wizard!”

“Are you sure you can win?!”

“Don’t be nervous. Anyway, how many priests are there in a countryside like this, and how strong are they – ugh!”

Although magic was so mysterious and beautiful, it seemed to me that this was more appropriate.

It has been a long time since I acknowledged reality and gave up greed and concluded that filling my personal dreams with sacred relics was enough.

If the priest has lived for over ten years flipping through parchments containing theology and magic, then I have been on the battlefield for over ten years.

Even if it is a thin pen, it is a knight’s act to turn it into a weapon the moment you hold it in your hand.

Of course, it looks bad for a knight, but since the village doesn’t have a lot of weapons in stock, you can’t just throw it away.

Still, I threw stones hard and was able to knock some people to the ground.

I was able to survive like that for a while.

Those who come over the wall are cut down, and those who do not are dealt with with arrows or magic.

But nothing is permanent in this world. The physical strength of a person was like that, and so was the door, which was only crudely made of wood.

There were fewer allies than enemies, and there was only one wizard, a priest, so it was inevitable.

There was no watch, so I turned my gaze towards the sky.

It was slowly getting brighter from beyond the horizon. The sun had not yet risen, but unlike before, the surroundings were clearly visible even without a torch.

There were many thieves lying on the ground outside the fence, but there were many more standing still.

I didn’t know when reinforcements would arrive, but it was clear that it was still a while away.

The most intense place was, of course, the door. The guards guarding the place were panting heavily and shouting.

“Can you hold on any longer?”

“It’s getting hard! “There are so many injured people that we don’t have enough people to guard the door!”

“Not yet… Not yet…… !”

The condition of the guards desperately blocking the door was the same, but the condition of the door was even worse.

The thieves brought a wooden pole that looked like it had been torn from a house outside the fence and were hitting it against the door. Every time the impact was delivered, the door made a creaking sound and shook helplessly.

I slowly sensed that the time had come.

“I need to get ready to go out.”

After hearing that, the priest took a look at me and nodded as if he knew what I was thinking.

Well, isn’t it clear what the knight will do in a situation like this?

The priest stretched out his hand toward his sword. A bluish light came out from his fingertips and seeped into the sword. It was the same blessing I received from Priest Pippin earlier.

Even after the priest withdrew his hand, a subtle bluish glow remained on his sword.

“I am grateful that he readily extended his hand. God will watch over your struggles.”

“Let’s live and see.”

I said that, but I didn’t think I was going to die.

If you are to be defeated by a thief, you will have to give up your knight title.

I climbed down from the wall and grabbed Sancho’s reins.

The noises coming from around him were so loud that he continued to squirm, but he didn’t manage to run away.

“Knight?”

“Be prepared to open the door.”

“But there are still many enemies out there!”

“Don’t you know that it will break soon anyway?”

The guard who spoke to me reluctantly nodded.

The connection part was twisted and half fell off, so that the thieves could be seen beyond it. I put on the helmet I had taken off because it was blocking my vision.

It would be foolish to throw away the benefits of Mercury.

The existence of a castle wall is a means of enabling a handful of defensive troops to defend against enemies several times their size.

So we waited until the last possible moment to take advantage.

We have been keeping them in check by poking them from above or throwing rocks at them, but if the thieves had been able to retreat with that alone, they would not have come all the way here to plunder in the first place.

On the contrary, it was fortunate that the resistance was stronger than expected and they did not attack more fiercely to get their money’s worth.

The existence of a wall is also a factor that hinders the knight’s great advantage. It is difficult to even call it hand-to-hand combat, and it is impossible to utilize the knight’s mobility and the power that comes from his speed.

More than anything, my pride was hurt. What do those non-cavalry bastards say that I have to hide behind the wall and worry about?

This was not the knights’ way of fighting.

“There will be no problem opening it, right?”

“That’s right. But opening it isn’t the problem, it looks like it’s about to break!”

When I was young, I could have lived in a safe and comfortable church. There would be no need to run around the battlefield risking your life.

Nevertheless, there was a reason why he visited a knight passing by Bolle, hit his head, and asked to be taken in as his squire.

Of course, it was never meant to hide behind the wall, occasionally cutting.

If that were the case, it was natural that success would pass by, and it was fortunate that no one would criticize him as a cowardly coward.

I picked up an unclaimed spear and climbed on top of Sancho.

“Okay, then get ready.”

“Do you mean to open the door?”

“If it’s a door that won’t last long anyway, you should use it to surprise the opponent one last time.”

In the name of chivalric literature, poets have sung countless stories of honorable and brave knights.

When I first heard that story, didn’t I skip church as a child?

As I lived in the world, I soon realized that the story contained a lot of exaggeration and that the driver was a scoundrel.

However, there was one proposition that did not change.

The story about them defeating heretics, barbarians, and thieves was true.

A knight on the battlefield, not in a city or village, is in name and reality the strongest shield and spear that protects the people.

Although this article reigned as the tank of this era, it was not without criticism.

This is also the number one worry that gives field commanders headaches.

The criticism was that the knight had no organic connection with other knights and was an idiot who only knew about hand-to-hand combat after charging.

It’s a bit awkward for me to say this, but knights all have very strong egos and won’t listen to anything unless it’s from their lord.

I have no intention of denying this criticism. Because it’s not wrong.

Actually, I don’t listen to those who are weaker than me and charge at them.

At best I tried to adjust it clumsily, but it ended up being a mess because the others wouldn’t follow suit.

But to put it another way, even with all these penalties attached.

That alone meant that the knight was at the pinnacle of military power.

“Open!”

“Yes!”

The god of battle in a world without guns and gunpowder.

Who else could take that position if not a knight?