The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess - The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess chapter 136

131. Wyvern

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“There is a dragon in the rod of Eindelf.”

It was a very serious tone. Not only the saintess of innocence who had accompanied the Death Knight for a long time, but also the elves and dwarves could feel the seriousness of those words. However, their attitude was far from serious.

“Dragon?”

“What dragon?”

The dwarf was repeating his words as if it were absurd, and the elf also asked back, but it seemed difficult to hold back the laughter rising from his lips. It was the saintess who drove the wedge.

“Hey, driver… Dragons don’t live on the western continent…….”

“…… He doesn’t live?”

After hearing Ecilia’s words, Zerpied’s voice trembled slightly. It was evidence of his bewilderment. Esilia heard the death knight’s voice and saw him bewildered except for a situation like an attack, she thought it was the first time since her life-and-death battle was informed that it was 950 years ago. A low voice flowed from the mouth of the Death Knight, who briefly blinked his sharp bloody eyes a few times.

“Obviously… Wasn’t the Western Continent famous for its treasure trove of dragons? There are many plateaus and mountain ranges, so it’s a perfect environment for dragons to settle down. So, I know that famous mountains and peaks always have rare ones…….”

“When the hell are you talking about? When did the dragon disappear? Since the Great War of Life and Death, I haven’t been able to find a single piece of dragon scale.”

It was the elf Erben who answered Death Knight’s question. As Erben answered, he was picking up his long ears and digging out earwax. It was an act that could be seen as somewhat rude, but it was hard to point out the attitude.

Even the dwarf Grundel passed half of a bottle of rum in one sip, letting out his long breath and shaking his head slightly. The meaning of these two old men’s actions was clear. What Death Knight said sounded so absurd.

Zerpied’s eyes eventually repeated their blinking quickly. At the same time, a voice of bewilderment escaped from his mouth. The voice that came out was forming a question.

“Then…… What’s in the West Continent… Do you mean there is? Didn’t Mr. Grundel just say that he had an accident near Eindelf Peak?”

Laughter immediately erupted. It was Grundel’s grim laugh.

“Look at this? Big man, did you really believe there were dragons in the West Continent?”

Erben also grinned and took the rum from Grundel and poured the rest into his mouth.

“Ah, I’ve seen kids like that a few times. The kids who said that as soon as they went out to sea, they would immediately grab a Kraken and sit on a money cushion.”

“The bastard who said that is your bastard.”

“What?! I at least got a catch! On the first day I boarded the ship! It was one, if not all of you!”

“Damn it, it wasn’t even a Kraken, it must have been an old giant squid. Where is that little kraken?”

“It was a Kraken baby?!”

“Yes, yes. Like other krakens, let’s say he had a strangely elongated head instead of a round head.”

“It wasn’t a hit, it was a Kraken!”

Erben’s face turned red as he screamed in response. It seemed clear to anyone that the red face was not caused by excitement. As if to prove that prediction correct, Erben uncorked the bottle of rum next to him and immediately poured it into his mouth.

“Oh, yes? Which kraken has ten fucking legs? Did your kid bring you two of them and took them off and attached them to you out of pity?”

Grundel wasn’t easy either. What the old dwarf brought out as a match for the large rum was aged wine. His feat of opening the cork in one go using a prosthetic leg without any tools to open the cork was truly spectacular. The face of the dwarf who passed half of the wine in one sip, as if to strike back at Erben drinking rum, also changed to a similar color to Erben.

Soon after, the two old men began to show off their close friendship. It seemed that an agreement was reached on who would bring out more childhood memories with a blushing face. There was not much difference in the reason for saying ‘it was the same’ as speculative.

At some point, the two of them said, “Who saved the man who was washed up on the beach and died?! This is why they are the dwarves!” “If I had known it would be like this, I would not have taken care of your baby when it was one legged! Dwarfs walking around with beards are no match!” It was because the conversation was going on and on.

Of course, the saintess of innocence did not lead a smooth life, but such intense conversations came quite embarrassing to her saintess. But as an outsider to hers, Celia could hardly find time to engage in the heated conversation of the old men.

Unfortunately for her, Esilia didn’t stop the old people, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her hands stretched out toward the two old men could not exceed a span, and she returned to her chest, clasping only her own fingers, and she had to soothe her own conflict first.

Ecilia said she was about to burst into tears now. Naturally, her escort knight did not let her saintess get into her predicament.

“Esilia.”

The saintess of innocence was taken aback by the sudden low voice whispered in her ear.

“Huh? Yes?!”

Her body flinched as she jumped, her Death Knight restrained her by lightly placing her hand on her shoulder. As she looked at the bloody eyes of the death knight who called her, Esilia tilted her head.

“Let’s go to sleep. She must have been tired from coming here.”

At the words of the Death Knight, Ecelia lifted her head and looked at the wall near the ceiling of Grundel’s shop – and house. As expected, the watch was hanging there. The time indicated by the clock was well past her midnight.

Hearing Zerpie Ed’s words, Esilia suddenly felt her drowsiness come over her. The feeling of her eyes growing heavy weighed on her. Ecilia raised her head and stared at Zer Pied.

She wanted to ask where she was going to sleep, but her drowsiness was pressing not only on her eyelids but also on her lips. The Death Knight, who received her gaze, was able to see through the intentions of her saintess without difficulty. Death Knight pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor with her chin.

“Go up to the second floor. As Mr. Grundel was preparing the meal, I heard Mr. Erben say that the second floor was out of order and that she had cleaned it all up.”

Cilia nodded her head helplessly. Watching the red and blue eyes of her saintess gradually shrinking in size, Zer Pied leaned her Esilia body against him. Then, little by little, she began to make her way towards the stairs.

And that meant that Essilia inevitably had to walk past her two old men who were still showing off her own amount of fellowship knowledge.

Suddenly, three bottles of rum, two bottles of wine, and a large bottle of Calvados were rolling around beside the two old men. And the dwarves and elves each held a bottle of wine, hugged each other, and cried profusely, spitting out friendly words.

“Then, were the two ears of that kraken born from cutting off your legs? … I’m sorry… !”

“What are you saying… ! If it wasn’t for me, when the beard was cut at Eindelf Peak, you dude! I couldn’t even walk on my legs…… !!”

Seeing the act of friendship between the two of her, Celia smiled and nodded her head. She did and she was able to draw one clear conclusion. It is very disrespectful to interfere with the close friendship of two elderly people. The saintess of innocence lightly and quickly began to go upstairs to the second floor.

The room on the second floor was larger than expected. In particular, the large window installed on the wall was a structure in which the appearance of Eindelf Peak could be seen at a glance. It was enough stimulation for the holy maiden of innocence to shake off her soma’s touch. She’s so amazing that she can stick her upper body out the window. The saintess vomited her admiration at the sight of the Eindelph peak filling her field of vision and the rocky mountains supporting it.

“Knight! Knight! Knight! Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me!”

Jer Pied, who was tidying up her bedding, nodded her head.

“Okay. Esilia. Rather than that, first of all, go to sleep and see the peaks and mountains of Eindelf tomorrow…….”

And then, Zer Pied, who turned her head towards her saintess, was caught by the horse that followed her, and had to be frightened to see Escelia sleeping with her upper body drooping outside the railing. Did.

–

The next day, the two old men woke up amicably holding their heads together. In front of them, the leftover soup from last night was reboiled and placed in front of them. Across from them sat a saint and a Death Knight. In the morning, feeling thirsty rather than hungry, the two “Drank” The soup in one bite and thanked the two for preparing the dish.

“…… You showed rudeness from the first day to the first person you saw, huh.”

Erben chimed in at Grundel, who cleared his throat and hid his embarrassment.

“That’s right, it’s embarrassing. I have to be patient with this guy talking nonsense.”

“What?! You bastard was talking nonsense…… !”

Grundel shook his head at the momentary headache and gulped down the remaining soup. He sipped his soup with a spoon, then suddenly put down his bowl and asked his friend.

“Come to think of it, why are you suddenly a guest? He told me to talk while eating yesterday, but I couldn’t even hear him.”

“Ah. That’s right, that’s what I was going to do.”

Inhaling one of her pipes, Erben nodded her head broadly as if he had just remembered it. Then she smiled at her best friend. It was only natural that anxiety arose in a corner of Grundel’s mind.

“You, give these guys something to go out into the wilderness. It seems these friends have business on this continent. I will pay for it.”

“What? It’s not hard to give things away……. Where does your money come from?”

Celia was startled and she expressed her disapproval of the comment. She was so strong that it seemed like a reaction to rejection.

“Yes?! No, you don’t have to…… ! You already brought us by boat… !”

Erben snorted and took a big drink from her pipe.

“All right, all right. How much did you guys give me when you arrived? Like these clever people. Do you put gold coins in your pocket when people are busy looking for directions? It’s the money you gave me for the boat, so now it’s mine. So no matter how you use it, it’s my heart.”

Celia couldn’t help but smile. Her Erben shook her hand to stop her from expressing her thanks.

“Don’t do that. I want to do it, but what kind of thanks are you saying? Freeze to death hey dwarf That’s it, so bring the things.”

Grundel let out a grunt, feeling that the anxiety he felt was not wrong.

“Damn it, I wish I had told you yesterday. It’s damn good to say it when you have no energy because of a hangover.”

“Oh, and I have more to tell you.”

“…… Fuck, one more word and you will die.”

“I have a situation, but let me sleep here for a while.”

Grundel couldn’t help but let out a roar mixed with profanity.

–

It was quite eventful for the Death Knight and the saint to leave the city. It was because the Holy Knights might have already notified the church of the saintess’ pursuit, so she had to leave early to avoid prying eyes. Of course, it goes without saying that among them, Grundel, begging him to take this dwarf with him, was the biggest one.

When Grundel first asked why he was moving so secretly, he did not open his mouth to the silver coin that Erben poked into his pocket. He just grumbled that it would be nice to be treated like this among friends normally. Of course, that was not a reason for the old dwarf not to receive thanks. A few silver coins were in fact the price of goods for crossing the wilderness beyond the city, plus food and lodging.

Knowing the reason, Zerpied bowed his head to the two old men outside the shabby hole leading out of the city.

“Thank you. Mr. Erben, Mr. Grundel.”

As if they were fed up now, the two old men only snorted.

“Will the knight and the lady get thorns in their mouths if they don’t say thank you to him?”

“…… If you know, if you take this bastard… Oh shit! Hit and fuck! I don’t think I’m a goblin, and I have a dirty personality… !”

Seeing that, Celia smiled and bowed her head to greet her.

“Thank you, both of you.”

“…… Good luck if you know, lady. I’ve only met you for a day or so, but I’m glad I met you.”

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The time of separation was not that long. After bowing their heads, the Death Knight and the saintess began to walk toward the wilderness outside the city little by little. Their figures, clad in tan windbreakers, became unrecognizable as they mingled with the dust.

The two old men slowly turned their bodies after looking out for a moment at the dusty city outside. Then, amicably, each of them took a bottle of alcohol from their waistband and started blowing on the bottles. It was from Erben that the clicking sound that had been heard alternately several times stopped.

“Wait.”

“Why are you a goblin? Now, if you fuck again, you will really die.”

“Did we tell them why your leg was cut off yesterday?”

“…… Uh?”

–

In a way, it can be seen that the Death Knight and the saint are placed in the most suitable situation. Because it is better to experience something once than to hear about it ten times. Because of this, the two could clearly know the identity of Grundel’s leg being cut off.

“Kwaalala!!”

But I couldn’t shake the thought that it would have been better if it weren’t for a swarm of Wyverns Diving towards the two.