The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 21
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The soldier shouted save (21)
A farmer who doesn’t even know what he’s growing.
I started out of the farmhouse, crossing the monsterberry trees, pretending to inspect the berries.
“Gasp, gasp… … .”
My younger siblings follow along without falling behind even at fast jumping speeds.
As I left the farmhouse in one breath, someone’s voice rang out.
“Found it! It’s here!”
Turn your gaze following the voice.
Armed men chasing us.
Among them was the farm owner who welcomed me.
“You guys just run. I’ll catch up soon.”
“Tongue, bro… … .”
“hurry!”
Let’s raise our voices. Lian, with a different expression, pulls Croa’s arm while urging him to look at me.
“Hey! Those kids are running away! You two… … .”
The first man to shout is the commander.
As he runs towards the man pointing at his brothers, kicking the floor, the man stops talking and hurriedly raises his sword.
-Ching!
Swords clash and orange sparks fly.
“Ugh, ugh! What, what are you just standing there for?! Stop it!”
The man is pushed back by the momentum.
I slid my sword against the man’s back and swung it at him.
-Boom!
A sword that grazed the back of a man’s hand and pierced his stomach.
“Uh, uh, uh… … .”
As the man, looking down at his pierced stomach, falls, someone shouts.
“Don’t fight me, just tie me up! I’ll chase after the saint first!”
They pass me by and chase my brothers.
I tried to move my legs hurriedly, but men with long swords stood in front of me and blocked my way.
“Keep it in check. This kid is at least level 3. No, you have to think of him as level 4 or higher.”
The man I killed was not the leader.
No, there was no leader here.
All the men here are potential commanders capable of tactical judgment.
“… … .”
Experienced.
He is only using the tip of his sword to keep me from approaching.
A breakthrough that is difficult to find at first glance.
I lowered the sword I had raised, took a deep breath, and calmly examined the men.
‘They’re not good at swordsmanship.’
An unstable looking lower body and a poorly held handle.
Although his tactical knowledge was that of a nobleman educated in military science, his swordsmanship seemed to be unfounded.
‘To this extent.’
The way to break a tactic is to go beyond the commander’s expectations.
I raised the tip of my sword like a spear and kicked the ground boldly.
“Oh, it’s coming! Stop it!”
The sharp tip of the sword grazes my shoulder.
It’s sloppy.
It bounced off without piercing the flesh, and the tip of the sword was pointed towards the sky.
If this were a battlefield, they would have already turned into corpses.
“Ugh, ugh… … Okay, wait a minute… .”
My sword slashes the man’s side, spraying blood.
A man busy wrapping his wounds with his hands like a nobleman who has just entered the battlefield.
“Okay, grab it!”
He turns his back and runs away, seeing the man clumsily holding a sword and asking for support.
‘… … Was it simply that he had good physical abilities?’
Last life.
I had assumed he was a pro after seeing Blan’s corpse, pierced through the chest by a single blow.
However, it was simply good physical ability and surprise attack tactics.
At this point, a way out seemed possible.
‘If it’s hard to get out, then I have no choice but to cut it all off here.’
You don’t have to worry about your younger siblings.
Men looking around in the bushes.
If my brothers had hidden well, my job would not be to run away, but to… … kill all the men here.
“Ha, damn it. This kid is driving me crazy.”
My body froze at the voice I heard from behind.
When I turn my gaze, I see a palace warrior wearing knuckles with an annoyed expression on his face.
“You really are lost.”
In the blink of an eye.
The warrior’s figure disappears from before my eyes.
The warrior’s preemptive strike that I saw in my last life.
‘now!’
Without hesitation, I fly straight ahead, and the Palace Warrior’s fist cuts through the air.
“……what?”
The bastard frowns and tilts his head, as if he didn’t know that his sudden surprise attack would not work.
I readjusted my sword and assessed the situation.
‘… … What should I do?’
The palace warrior with a different look in his eyes puts both fists on his cheeks.
-Whoosh!
left.
-Whoosh!
This time, the right side.
He pretends to aim for the stomach, avoiding my sword that he raised like a shield, but this time he throws a punch under the chin.
“Huh, what? … … You have physical resistance?”
The palace warrior looked at my arm that blocked his fist and laughed in disbelief.
“The saint’s brother is an Earthling? You damn fool.”
Speech, face, gestures.
It feels like he’s found some leeway in every way.
You must have realized that it was a stroke of luck that you avoided the first blow.
“What the hell is this, we’ll find out after we kill him.”
The warrior took his signature fighting stance with his fist pressed against his cheek, but his body did not move properly despite his urgent mind.
A strangely twisted arm with a blue bruise.
Even without any medical knowledge, I could tell that my arm was broken.
‘… …Isn’t it possible to heal it all at once?’
Chest.
The golden glowing dagger was healing my body in real time, but it was slow.
The broken arm is slowly healing.
But that performance can change in an instant at the sound of someone’s voice.
“Oh, brother!”
The gold that covers my body.
Broken bones fall back into place, and blue bruises disappear in an instant.
A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, having fought the necromancer alongside Eris.
“What, what is it?”
I dodged the palace warrior’s fist and swung my sword diagonally.
-Cheeeeeeeee!
A sword that touches the warrior’s knuckles.
The warrior, retreating with a bouncy step, frowns and shouts.
“You damn bastards! Hurry up and catch the saintess!”
After hearing those words, the men who discovered Croa’s location belatedly ran towards Croa with their weapons raised.
“Hey, Croa! Hurry up!”
Lian quickly grabs Croa’s wrist and runs.
But, the gap between us and those guys is shrinking without end.
‘… … We have to stop it.’
I wanted to turn around and run towards my younger siblings right away.
“Wow, woof!”
An unbearable nausea washed over me.
“A stupid kid who doesn’t even know what a relationship is.”
A warrior raising his fist and sneer.
“Hey, let go of this!”
“Oh, brother!”
Men who grabbed their younger siblings by the scruff of the neck.
It was a third force that turned this bleak situation around.
“Holy gold.”
““May it illuminate our future!””
A thunderous voice that rings in your eardrums.
The elder of Freya points to the armed men and says:
“Punish the heretic!”
As several priests kneel and pray, the bodies of the priests in front of them turn golden.
The fluttering priestly robes are replaced with golden armor.
A pure white sword is held on a hand covered in scars.
“Okay, wait a minute!”
“Hey, stop!”
A knight of the Freya religion.
They were mercilessly slaughtering the men who were coming towards Croa.
“In the name of Freya, I say: Heretics, kneel down immediately and await judgment.”
A paladin who threatens to cut off my head at any moment.
“… … .”
As the knights gradually closed the distance between me and them, someone came running towards me in a hurry, his long hair fluttering in the wind.
“This person is a member of the Saint’s family! Treat him with respect!”
Eris, running out of breath, blocks my path and speaks.
The knights raised their fists in front of them and bowed their heads.
“Excuse me! Come this way, we’ll protect you.”
We head towards the priests under the escort of the paladins.
Eris, who had been observing me, speaks apologetically.
“… I couldn’t help it because the situation seemed urgent. I didn’t have time to hide the divine power that was left in the inn… .”
I understood the situation in an instant from what Iris said.
My lie that the heretics staying at the inn were after Croa.
Since we disappeared from the inn after that lie, I guess they urgently called the Knights Templar.
I looked towards Croa with mixed feelings.
“Oh! This pure divine power! Your Majesty, you have suffered so much up until now!”
“I, I am not a saint… … .”
“No! You are the one and only saint chosen by Lady Freya!”
It was a contradictory landscape.
Croa is frightened by the elder who is showing signs of madness, and the elder tries to protect Croa.
“Protect the saint thoroughly.”
“yes!”
The elder who had entrusted Croa to the knights glared at the mastermind behind this.
“Even if you are warrior Jang Jin-woo, you cannot avoid the crime of colluding with heretics and attacking the saintess.”
The knights who stick out their swords without fail in response to the elder’s words.
Jang Jin-woo, the palace warrior surrounded by swords, forced a smile and said.
“I think there is a huge misunderstanding. I was only trying to protect the saintess by order of the palace.”
“… From whom?”
“Of course, from heretics.”
As Jang Jin-woo, who had been smiling, slowly got up, the knights put away the tips of their swords.
“Who are you talking about as a heretic?”
The palace warrior glanced at me at the elder’s words.
But the person the palace warriors had pointed out as a heretic was not me.
“……yes?”
“What, what is this… … .”
His subordinates surrounded by knights.
Jang Jin-woo sighs and shakes his head.
“Ha, really. Those bug-like bastards keep coming back no matter how many times you kill them.”
As Jang Jin-woo said that while wiggling his fingers, the men’s faces began to turn blue.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
“Ah, no… … .”
Men who collapse without even being able to say anything properly.
The elder stops the priest who is trying to heal by raising his right hand.
“You even put a healing reversal curse on me, Yong-ui-led.”
“Aren’t all heretics like that? Cutting off their tails is the best.”
“… … If there is no imperial document, Hero Jang Jin-woo will also end up in the same situation.”
At those words, Jang Jin-woo shrugs his shoulders, waves his fingers into the air, mutters something, and searches through his own arms.
“Unfortunately, here is the certificate.”
A certificate that seems to have been created in one’s arms.
Jang Jin-woo smiles and hands the elder a certificate with the royal family’s emblem on it.
“……under.”
An elder whose face distorts when he sees the certificate.
The elder speaks as he withdraws the knights who were protecting Jang Jin-woo.
“The Freya religion will not forget the work of the royal family.”
“Yes―. Anytime I can catch the tail―.”
The elder turns around and follows Jang Jin-woo.
Then, the guy who always had a smiling face looked at me with his eyes twitching.
“Nothing has changed, Lee Hyun-seong.”
“…what?”
“After you die, that saint will die too.”
Jang Jin-woo spits on the floor and disappears somewhere while stepping on the corpses of his subordinates who were accused of being heretics.
I quietly chewed on Jang Jin-woo’s words.
‘Lee Hyun-seong…’
Lee Hyun-seong. The pink letters that were called whispers also called me Lee Hyun-seong.
The name of a warrior I don’t remember.
‘Are you planning on getting revenge?’
As I was thinking back to Jang Jin-woo’s words about killing the saint after I died, the elder suddenly raised his hand and stopped me in my tracks.
“… Let’s take a short break.”
When it was time to take a break, I looked for Eris.
Iris must have been looking for me too, our eyes met at just the right time.
As Eris was about to head straight towards me, someone blocked her path.
“Lady Iris, there is something I need you to check on for the Saintess.”
“Is that so? … … I’ll go now.”
Eris turns around at the knight’s words and makes a mouthful as if to say, “I’ll talk to you later,” before heading off somewhere.
‘Where is Croa?’
I looked around and found Croa.
“I want to go to my brother….”
“Haha, it’s for the safety of the Saintess. I’ll send you over as soon as I’m ready, so please come over here for a moment.”
The priests who took Croa away without regard to his personal wishes.
Lian, who was kicked out from beside Croa, approaches me.
“Brother, what are we going to do now?”
The Freya Church was built to block the helpless palace warriors.
“…I’m thinking about it.”
But as Eris had said, Croa’s life as a saint did not seem like it would be happy at all.
“… How about running away with Croa?”
Lian’s method was not good.
It’s just a matter of being chased by the palace warriors or by the Freya religion.
‘No, if I turn my back like this, I might get chased by both of them.’
The words of Jang Jin-woo, the palace warrior, seem to foretell revenge.
It seemed like Jang Jin-woo still hadn’t given up on the saintly Croa.
‘I’m also concerned about the guild called Imperial Palace.’
How can I get out of this situation completely?
As I was deep in thought, I heard someone’s footsteps.
“You’re a sphere, right? Was your name Allen?”
The owner of the voice is an elder of the Freya religion.
I nodded to the elder’s words.
“Yes, my name is Allen.”
The elder smiles at those words and says:
“Shall we talk while we walk?”
Is this about Croa’s treatment?
I nod and follow the elder.
The elder asks me as I pace.
“Is it true that you and the saint are siblings?”
“That’s right. And Croarang….”
“lie.”
“…yes?”
The elder stops, looks at me and says:
“A dirty necromancer like you was born from the same womb as a saint?”
The elder says with a smile.
“Even if it is true by any chance, it is something that should not happen.”
The elder claps his hands, bringing both of his hands together in front of him, which were carrying the load behind his back.
-match.
A golden light spread out along with a resonating sound, and the vision began to become strangely distorted.
[The world of command is activated.]
A world turned black and white.
What is that?
This will be fun!
Let’s go! Let’s go!
Souls flocking from all directions.
In a world made of black and white, a woman radiating golden light holds out her palm.
Golden light striking my shadow.
‘… Ugh, euaaaah! Th, stop!’
The soul of the necromancer trapped inside my body screams.
“You may have been fooled like a fool in church, but there’s no second chance, Necromancer.”
The elder opens his palm toward me and speaks.
“The sin of mocking life and soul. Accept it sweetly.”
The elder, whose gaze had changed, grabbed the outstretched hand.
“Ugh, ugh… … .”
It felt like my whole body was being held by a giant hand, and the pressure was unbearable.
-Ugh.
When you feel your limbs breaking and your organs bursting out.
Someone rushed at the elder.
“What are you doing to me, hyung!”
Lian holding the stone high.
The elder turned his head towards Lian and said.
“Get out, necromancer’s minion.”
In the blurring vision, Lian is seen falling to her knees.
“Stop… … Lian… isn’t that right.”
Let’s say that, the elder says, looking down at me as I fall.
“No, the nature of sin is the same for necromancers and their minions.”
With a golden glow that burns the sight.
My consciousness was cut off.
* * *
My blurred vision returns and I see something.
– Died from Selendel’s attack. [Confirmed]
-Loaded from last save. [Confirm]
―Hint: Let’s maintain friendly relations with the Freya religion. [Confirmed]
I can also hear someone’s voice.
“Why are you stopping talking? I clearly said Save.”
In front of the church.
Lee Hye-rin looking up at me, expecting something.
I was standing still, moving my eyes from side to side, then I lowered my gaze and looked at my palm.
‘… …Can’t we go back further?’
Even though it was just after he returned, the fact that the ‘Imperial Palace’ guild was targeting Croa remained unchanged.
To suppress such an ‘imperial’ guild, we need to ask the church for help… .
‘The problem is that I’m a necromancer.’
If we stay still, we can’t stop the ‘Imperial Palace’ guild.
If I ask the church for help, I will be killed by the elder who sees through my identity.
A vicious cycle.
‘… … How do I cut it off?’
As I ponder the invisible method, I hear someone’s footsteps.
“… … .”
Hye-rin turned around with eyes full of caution.
I saw the brown hair fluttering and something came to mind.
‘Teleport.’
Is it because I’ve repeated life so many times?
The thoughts that were at the base of the tree spread out like branches and arrived at one place.
Me and Croa.
A way for everyone to survive.
I grabbed Lee Hye-rin’s arm as she turned around.
“I don’t make requests.”
“… … Yes? No, not now… … .”
“I know what you mean. There’s a palace warrior behind you, right?”
Hye-rin Lee reflexively looks behind my shoulder.
Lee Hye-rin mutters, hurriedly closing her eyes as if she almost made eye contact with the palace warrior.
“You too… are a warrior, right?”
Korean. Singer Park Jae-yoon.
If you use the two words above, you can fool Hye-rin.
“No, he is a soldier who belonged to the palace.”
But I shook my head firmly.
“Pay one gold coin as a deposit for the commission fee.”
Me and Croa. How we all survive.
“Are you going to do it?”
Now it was time to put the method into practice.