Night of the Soulless Heathens – 228



#228. The Passion of the Pilgrims 3

The regular pilgrimage of the Knights Templar also served as an escort force for grain sales and consisted of the force of one cavalry platoon.

1 Captain Hospitaller Paladin.

Deputy Hospitaler-Banner Road 1 person.

General Unit Hospitaler-Night 7 people

7 lower level hospitalers-errant.

And it was a cavalry squadron of 30 cavalrymen including 15 squires.

It is a force that can reduce one or two small fiefdoms to rubble. If you add the infantry following the cavalry to this it would be enough to cause headaches even for great nobles such as counts and dukes.

But now the only ones left in this place were the hospitaler-errant Ismilla and the squire the squire MacDougal.

“What is that…..”

Izmila was shocked to find that the knights had abandoned her and fled. Then through the fog she began to hear human voices.

“Hahaha. That was a wise choice.”

“Izmila! Izmila of the Knights of the Salvation Order! Surrender yourself and follow me. Then it will be over.”

“Who are you all?!”

“If you follow us you will come to know naturally.”

“What is that…..”

But then the thief stopped Izmila.

“Don’t answer you idiot. The other person can tell your location by sound!”

Sure enough the javelin flew towards the vicinity of Izmila’s voice.

The female thief and her younger sister quickly raised their shields to defend Izmila but this time the javelin did not fly accurately and hit a nearby rock sending sparks flying.

“Oh my. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kill you. I just thought it would be easier to hurt you and then drag you away.”

“Don’t worry I have no intention of killing you Miss Izmila.”

The opponent beyond the fog laughed as he spoke. It was an action to confirm their own superiority like a cat playing with a mouse cornered in a corner.

In this situation the thief encouraged Izmila.

“So Princess Knight will you promise us a reward?”

“But I…..”

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“Your power is stronger than you think? Or what? You just want us to devote ourselves to you without promising us any compensation? Wouldn’t it be better for us to run away?!”

“No! If we scatter now that’s exactly what the enemy is after!”

At that moment a man appeared from the prisoners’ cell. The gaunt withered man picked up a dagger from one of the corpses and approached them coughing.

“I saw you use the Emperor’s gold coins so I have no right to criticize you for using blood magic.”

“yes.”

“No just a moment.”

Izmila was confused but there was nothing she could do since she and MacDougal were the only ones left in the pilgrimage group.

“This smoke and fog is blood magic. It’s the magic they used to tear us apart and the effect is incredibly powerful.”

The female thief asked the skinny convict wizard.

“So? Are they better magicians than you?”

“No rather than that blood magic has been getting stronger lately. The Age of Jupiter must be approaching.”

The prisoner wizard said so and cut the tip of his finger with a dagger drawing blood.

“Thanks to you my blood magic is also getting stronger.”

Red spiders emerge from his blood. As the spiders quickly disperse they attack and eat nearby leeches sucking their blood to increase their numbers.

“….”

Looking at that sight Izmila became lost in thought.

The blood mage the thief woman and the half-orc giant who is her younger brother are all unusual characters.

“Now promise me Princess of the Knights. If you don’t promise us a reward we’ll run away too.”

“Oh I understand. If you help me I will pardon you and promise you the position of a servant as compensation. Just don’t call me princess.”

“Ah. Engagement? Good. That’s it.”

The half-orc man enjoyed slashing at approaching undead with the sword he had received from his sister.

“What’s so good about it? It’s just the hospital staff’s warm atmosphere.”

“A servant is given a house where he can keep a horse and three serfs. It’s a good salary. If you’re thinking of settling down it’s not bad.”

The blood mage said so and gestured to the half-orc.

“But the blood spider is my servant so please don’t blow it up. Cluck cluck.”

“But I hate spiders. They crawl all over my body. I hate them.”

“My spiders help you by attacking the leeches on your body. If you burst them you’ll be in trouble.”

“Is that right sis?”

“It’s true. I know you hate spiders but bear with it.”

The female thief confirmed it.

“So then how do you escape…?”

“Since I used the Emperor’s gold wouldn’t the messenger come?”

“There’s no way the Emperor’s messenger would be that close. I heard he had a blast at Corassar recently.”

Then suddenly a strange sound began to be heard from beyond the bloody fog.

“Ugh!”

“Eww!”

People’s screams were heard but then the rain of smoke pouring down from the sky became silent.

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“?!”

“What’s going on?”

“Well then?”

But after a while isn’t a human voice heard from beyond the fog?

“Has anyone summoned the Emperor’s messenger?”

A young man’s voice cut through the fog. Everyone froze at the calmness like the voice of a waiter informing them that their order had arrived in a busy restaurant.

“Uh. Here…..”

As Izmila tried to get up without thinking the bandit stopped her.

“Are you crazy? How can you run away when I call you?”

“But isn’t he the Emperor’s messenger?”

“I don’t know. What do the blood wizards think?”

“…The author is killing the spiders of the dwarf. Judging by the speed at which he is shrinking he must be quite strong.”

“okay?”

“I see the other guys are retreating. But it might be a trick on their part.”

Meanwhile the fog was also disappearing. The fog magic was disappearing.

Either someone has removed the caster or the caster is withdrawing his magic and plotting against them.

At that moment when they were unable to do anything a human voice was heard in front of them.

“There you are.”

A young man wearing a bird mask approached.

“Hey! Catch that guy!”

“Yeah! Sister!”

The half-orc youth stood up and lunged forward swinging his sword. At the same time the bandit threw her hatchet at a wide angle throwing her body sideways.

If you counter this hatchet you will be defenseless against the half-orc’s charge. Conversely if you counter the half-orc’s charge you will inevitably be hit by this hatchet.

however.

The young man wearing the bird mask lightly caught the flying hatchet with his hand and without even drawing his own sword took it in its sheath and blocked the half-orc’s relentless sword with the hilt and handguard.

It was an attack with such tremendous power that it was like cutting down a large tree but the young man took the blow with the hilt of his sword as if it was nothing and lowered his body.

At that moment something amazing happened.

-Boohoo!

Wasn’t that a giant half-orc flying through the sky and crashing down to the ground in an ugly manner?

It was a martial arts technique that reached the pinnacle of throwing the opponent using his strength but to those who didn’t know it looked like magic.

“Ugh!”

The female thief leaped in to save her younger brother spit flying from her mouth along with the daggers in her two hands. Small iron balls flew out of her mouth and aimed for the young man’s mask while she made flashy sword strokes from the left and right…

The young man sighed and held out his sword.

This time he held out his sword without taking it out of its sheath and although it seemed like no big deal the iron ball the thief spat out of her mouth bounced off the hilt of the sword.

and.

-Wedge!

As the young man twisted his sword with its scabbard the slashes flying from the left and right were repelled in vain.

“huh?!”

Then the young man’s arm went towards the thief’s chin he bent his middle finger and struck her in the chin with a sharp blow.

It was a ridiculous attack but suddenly the thief’s eyes turned wide.

“uh?!”

The thief fell down straight away.

“Noona noona!”

The half-orc sat up in shock.

“Sister?”

The young man who was about to draw his sword stopped in surprise when he heard those words.

“Stop it!”

Then Izmila stepped forward.

“I was the one who summoned you! The Emperor’s messenger!”

“Hmm. Well then. Try calming this guy down.”

The young man dodged a half-orc who was rushing at him with a sword.

“Ugh! This kid is my sister!”

The half-orc charged tears streaming down his face. He swung his sword like a club but it broke when he struck a rock and the shards flew bloodying his face. He paid no attention and continued swinging his broken sword as if he were chopping wood.

“Hey. Stop it Countach! No snacks?!”

“Who sister?!”

The half-orc flinched at the mention of no snacks and stopped attacking.

“Oh are you calmed down? That’s good. I didn’t want to kill him because I didn’t know who the client was but I was starting to get annoyed.”

The young man said so and shrugged his shoulders.

“I am Azadin the First Herald of the Emperor.”

“First Commander?!”

“Well you could say you are the best of the Emperor’s messengers. You are very lucky. If it weren’t for my luck that I was nearby you would have died.”

“Aha. So.”

The blood wizard clapped his hands.

“That’s fortunate. I was confident in my abilities. To be honest if you were the lowest-ranking of the Emperor’s messengers or something I would have lost my confidence.”

“What if it was the lowest?”

The messenger who introduced himself as Azadin smiled bitterly.

It was absurd that this blood mage was showing off his arrogant pride towards the heralds. However this was not the time for such a battle of pride.

“So who is the client?”

“I am a dwarf.”

A man who appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties stepped forward. It was the officer in charge MacDougal who claimed to be the messenger’s employer.

“Mr. McDonald?”

“Sir Izmilla. It was a noble choice for the pilgrims to use the Emperor’s gold to summon the author. However relying on the power of others within the Order and especially on the devilish beings known as the Emperor’s messengers could certainly cause problems in the future. So leave that responsibility to someone as insignificant as me and Sir Izmilla should walk a clean path without a single blemish on her career.”

The Knights Templar did not forbid the Emperor’s messengers as a doctrine like the King’s Church but they still shared the same prejudice against them.

The members of the Rescue Knights are also ultimately the people of Whibris.

There is absolutely no reason to have any positive feelings towards the Herald Clan who are called the soulless blasphemies and killers of the new king.

“But the client is that girl right? Now that I see it I know for sure.”

The messenger pointed to Izmila who seemed to have the power to recognize the client.

“Yes. I am the client who used the gold coin.”

When Izmila said so the messenger nodded.

“Okay. Now that I’ve saved you the mission is complete right?”

“No. You have to let us escape safely…”

“I think receiving one gold coin was enough but you’re too greedy.”

Azadin shook his head.