Chapter 202 - Volume 9 (1/2)

Editor Jestersurge

“Damn it!”

The knight who had been the carriage driver whipped the carriage horse as he spouted filthy words. They have forced their horses to march on the road far and they are making it pretty hard for the horse. It had only been a few minutes since he started running as fast as he can and soon he will be at his limit.

But that didn’t stop them.

He was the only knight left to escort the attacked carriage through the forest. He had to send the Lord in the carriage to the royal capital, he can’t let his friends’ sacrifices go to waste. That’s why he can’t just stand still feeling sorry for his friends who took on the enemy and let him go ahead of them.

He needed to carry out his duties. Otherwise, a crisis will come to this beloved Saint Country.

“……..Guh.”

Something like a killing intent loomed from behind.

‘Those knights in black who were attacking us must have been a recently deployed special forces unit. There are still a few of them following, but there is no way God would allow a being to be created by such evil means to continue existing.’

“…….God, save us!”

Slash!

“There is no God that will help you.”

“Uwaaa?!”

The knight managed to set the carriage upright just as it was about to fall over after one of the six horses that was pulling the carriage got hit. However, the carriage, still dragged by that one horse, veered off the road and came to a stop as it hit a large tree.

“Your Highness!”

A knight in black appeared in front of the knight who worried about the Lord, ignoring his own pain.

“What about the others?!”

“Don’t you know?”

The black knight muttered emotionlessly to the knight who drew his sword in a fury. Immediately after, several black knights with blood-soaked swords appeared from behind him.

“Guh…..”

All of his friends left on that spot must have been killed. The carriage door slowly opened behind the knight who still held his sword forward to at least try to bring one of them down.

“It’s not safe. I’ll take care of this.”

“……It’s fine.”

He had a slender body and grayish golden hair. The elderly nobleman got off the carriage, quietly looked around, and then stared intensely at the black knights.

“Who put you up to this?”

“You must be Lord Christopher. I’m here to pick you up.”

Instead of answering the man’s questions, one of the black knights responded and bowed his head reluctantly.

The King’s brother, Christopher. He was believed to be the mastermind of the Saint Country Southern Army Rebellion.

Yet, how could he be so close to the Royal Capital with so few guards? Who were these black knights who said they were coming for him?

The escort knight shouted in exasperation while glaring at the black knight who dared to say such words.

“How dare you act so brazenly!”

“It’s fine. Back off.”

“But!”

“I said back off… So? Where are you taking me?”

He must have cut himself a little when the carriage bumped into the trees. When Christopher asked again, ignoring the blood flowing from his forehead, the black knight replied shortly without emotion.

“Your son is waiting.”