Night of the Soulless Heathens – 225



#225. Knight of Prophecy 4

Death Knight Planck was invisible during the day like a ghost. If you wanted to learn from him you had to meet him at night.

Azadin rested in his tent during the day and met Planck at night.

Planck was emitting an aura of death and freezing the surroundings with his cold so Azadin who had returned from the brink of death felt pain just by being around him.

But in this situation only Sir Planck could save Azadin. Who else would teach magic to a soulless blasphemer?

Azadin asked Planck about the insights and questions he had gained through meditation and attuned contemplation during the day and Planck gave good answers that did not disgrace his nickname of the Knight of Wisdom.

“The important thing is to empty yourself Azadin. You are now filled with things that you cannot handle and that is why you are broken so emptying yourself is more important than anything else. But what kind of orc would come up with the idea of ​​stuffing a copy of the New King’s Book into your body?”

“I know an orc…”

“As expected. Anyway the problem is the orcs and elves. They think of magic too lightly as if it were some kind of tool.”

“No but emptying the magic was the method the orc suggested as well.”

“He must have been a somewhat sensible orc. But don’t trust elves and orcs. They are madmen obsessed with power and knowledge.”

“Oh I see.”

“Of course don’t do something stupid like just emptying it out. You have to understand and experience what has been inside you so far so that you can fill it up again at any time. It’s a shame that I can’t touch it because my body is full of the energy of death. Normally in cases like this if a master who is good at handling magic teaches you magic through contact you’ll learn it faster.”

“I don’t mind if it takes a little longer. Wouldn’t that give me more time to spend with Sir Planck?”

“What. Hahaha. This and that.”

Planck laughed at Azadin’s witty flattery but… it was no laughing matter.

Planck took a liking to this young man.

Is it because it’s Aragasa?

no.

Although he had been a member of the Rescue Knights for over 40 years he had never seen a Rescue Knight with such pure faith as this young man.

Even he himself is ashamed compared to this young man.

A person who lived in the hellish life of the messenger clan being laughed at and persecuted by others. A person who was persecuted even among soulless blasphemies yet harbored the intention of becoming a rescue knight.

It can’t be this special.

If I had a son like this I could live every moment with joy. I even had that thought.

But Azadin was dying.

His body’s vitality was excessively damaged and he groaned in pain at the slightest gust of cold wind.

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But he continued to watch the night steadfastly enduring the chill of death that Planck had cast upon him every night.

So the seasons changed.

The plains of Aranggi are warm but snow still falls and piles up occasionally.

In the snow-covered wilderness where the howling of wolves could be heard far away the teacher and student exchanged questions again.

“You are dying.”

“yes.”

“Do you know?”

“I know. I don’t have much time left to live…”

“But why are you so bold?”

“How can I who is still alive make a fuss when someone who is already dead is right in front of me?”

“Haha. That’s really nice to hear. If you have a student like me you’d be a good teacher too.”

“You are already my teacher.”

“Yeah. I see.”

Planck was fond of his new disciple Azadin and was saddened to see him die.

“Why are you so tolerant of death?”

“I need either a miracle or the witchcraft of the Nether to survive. I do not wish for witchcraft and I dare not hope for miracles so I will have to wait like everyone else to meet their fate.”

“Then why are you practicing now? Why did you endure such harsh cultivation and missions in the past?”

“I wanted to make Aldis proud. And to Arael… I wanted revenge.”

“Revenge? If you’re talking about Arael then you mean your sister?”

“yes.”

“You came to me to ask for my life. It seems like we weren’t on good terms.”

“Haha. That’s a kind of repentance that happens at the very end. We weren’t that close. We weren’t on good terms at all much worse than normal siblings.”

“….”

“I have lost my star. The night is dark and I don’t know where to go.”

“I see. Then why are you teaching me this?”

“Because I still have a little mission left. If I can regain even a little strength I want to atone for what Aragasa’s leader Hatir did. And I have to help Midiam and Ismail. They abandoned their own bloodlines just for me so if I don’t somehow compensate them….”

“When you were of high character they helped you against your will and morale so you must find your will. They do not want slaves to help them but against your morale.”

“Are you a brave man?”

“Yes. If we use your expression I guess you could call them stars.”

“…a star.”

Azadin smiled bitterly.

I thought it was kind of funny that the dead were telling the living to have hope.

‘This child… is pitiful. He has never had anything yet he carries only the heavy burden of responsibility. I as a knight lusted for power and was killed by the hands of my disciple. It is shameful.’

Planck suddenly realized why he had become a dead man and was wandering the wilderness. He also realized what the prophecy given to him meant.

Planck drew his sword.

“Master?!”

Azadin was on guard.

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Planck himself does not know but he sometimes has fits of death knight and attacks those around him. Azadin has also been attacked several times but he did not tell Sir Planck about it.

Planck was sane today. But what he said was so shocking that it could not have been said by a sane person.

“Azadin. Would you like to become a rescue knight?”

“Yes? Me?”

“okay.”

“Am I Aragasa?”

Aragasa the soulless blasphemer.

If the cursed clan that everyone on the continent of Hybris had avoided had come to him to become a rescue knight Planck would have opposed it with both hands raised.

But then Planck asked Azadin in return if he would like to become a rescuer.

“You need a mission. But the Emperor’s voice has disappeared and being the Emperor’s messenger no longer serves a purpose. So how about becoming a rescue knight? I will… make a pact.”

“…Are you talking about the West Blind?”

“That’s right.”

“that….”

Azadin smiled bitterly. He recalled the memory of being moved by the book on the Rescue Knights that Aldis had given him as a child.

Even in the midst of the suffering of persecution the story of the Knights of Salvation and the warmth of Aldis who told it protected him.

But Aldis died and Azadin lost everything…

But are the dreams of childhood still dazzling? Do the stars still shine in the night sky?

“Azadin of Aragatha. In the name of the Archangels of Courage Wisdom and Mercy respond to the call and sit down.”

“…Master.”

Azadin looked embarrassed as he saw Planck become more sincere.

Sir Planck is already dead. He is wanted as a death knight. Even if he makes a pact there is no way other people will see Azadin as a knight.

But Azadin could see why Planck wanted to take up his knighthood.

Planck was heartbroken. It seemed as if he had lost his mission and was waiting for death….

Of course Azadin had no intention of dying. There was still much work to be done.

Help Midiam and Ismail and atone for what Hatir did.

To put it simply this was a mission of such importance that he could not complete it in his lifetime. Although Azadin already had more than enough missions Planck persisted.

Is it because that feeling is understood?

Azadin sat down in front of Planck with his head bowed.

“Will you be brave in the face of injustice humble in the face of ignorance and merciful to the weak? Will you faithfully uphold the three virtues and practice martial arts and learning and do good until justice lives and breathes in this land?”

“yes.”

“Then you are a hospitalist.”

Planck raised his sword to the sky praying to the angels and placed it on Azadin’s shoulders and head.

“I Planck of Banling appoint you as a knight in the name of wisdom courage and mercy. Now. The boy sits down and the knight rises. Rise Sir Azadin!”

“….”

Azadin stood up from his seat. That was it.

“Master!”

“ah.”

Planck’s sword fell to the ground. His fingertips were crumbling. The death knight’s curse was lifted and peace was coming to him.

“ha ha ha.”

Planck realized that his thoughts were correct.

“I see! Azadin. You are the knight of my prophecy of destiny!”

“Yes? Master?!”

“Thank you Lord Azadin. Thanks to you I have found peace…”

As he said this Planck gestured to his sword with his chin.

“Take my sword. Once they recognize it the Rescue Knights won’t ignore you! Because it’s a ceramite sword with angel blood in it.”

“Master….”

“Then may your future be blessed Sir Azadin!”

After saying those words Planck crumbled into dust and scattered into the blizzard.

Death Knight Sir Planck has entered rest and disappeared.

Azadin sat in a daze in the snow-covered wilderness.

Now that he had organized all the grimoires in his body according to Planck’s teachings Azadin’s mind was at peace.

however.

-Thump thump.

My heart is pounding.

“hmm.”

Azadin suddenly became a hospitalist.

Of course it was a title he received from Sir Planck the Knight of Death in the Wilderness. No one will recognize Azadin as a Knight of Salvation and if you tell anyone about this they will treat you like a lunatic. It is a meaningless act.

But is that really true?

-Thump thump.

Azadin felt a warm power flowing through his body.

Clearly something like the touch of an angel was warming his body. The power of the rescue knight was embedded within Azadin.

“Master you have truly placed a heavy burden on me.”

Azadin woke up and shook his eyes. So where should he go now?

Should I go back to Btuma to find Ismail and Midiam? No but what if they moved?

Should I return to the Kerim Mountains and return to the Herald Clan’s sanctuary?

It was while Azadin was thinking about such things.

-Thump….

“huh?”

An image appears in Azadin’s mind. It is… someone making a wish while placing the Emperor’s gold coin.

How is it that even the Emperor’s voice has disappeared?

“uh?”

Azadin felt embarrassed at the sight of the one calling out for the gold.

They are the rescuers. The rescuers were calling the messenger with the Emperor’s gold coins. What on earth is going on?

‘The distance is… about 20 ri… far.’

Will I be able to reach that point? I can’t even say anything right now.

It was when I had such doubts.

-Kwarrrrung!

A beast emerged from the mists of winter’s blizzard. It was a Kerim ram with a terrible mark of nether magic on its chest.

The body was translucent so you could see the back and the fog wrapped around the body and moved. When Azadin reached out he could definitely grasp the body of the mountain goat which was neither cold nor hot like vapor.

And that trace of nether magic….

“Arael’s voice? Was she alive?”

This is the voice of Arael an artificial spirit created by Arael.

I thought that Arael’s voice had disappeared when he died but when I thought about it I realized that Arael’s voice was originally modeled after the Emperor’s voice.

Just as the Emperor’s voice continued to help and control the Heralds even after his death Arael’s voice also remained even after Arael’s death.

“….”

I thought I lost my star.

The Emperor’s messengers are gone the knights of salvation are corrupted and my beloved Aldis is dead.

However Azadin became a rescue knight and the voice of those who longed for a messenger whether it was the Emperor’s voice or Arael’s voice was still calling out to Azadin.

Can a soulless blasphemer become a rescuer?

Azadin doesn’t know the answer.

However he picked up the ceramite longsword his master had left behind and rode on the misty goat his sister had left behind.

The stars were burning brightly above his head.

[ End of Part 1 ]