Chapter 613

The life of a mercenary who has lived on the battlefield for the rest of his life has given him quite a lot of things, but among them, there are only three things that he really senses.

One is the ability to detect danger with great accuracy, the other is an aura, and the last one is a head that has sped up because it has been in and out so often at the crossroads of life and death.

And those three abilities didn’t betray Growe’s trust this time either.

“I’m just a mercenary, so I don’t know anything about the baron’s whereabouts, knight.”

The flying dragon knight tilted his head at the reflexive answer. It was an incomprehensible reaction at the moment, but Growe, who was about to breathe a sigh of relief after feeling that the hostility poured out on him had greatly diminished, soon became chilly again when he saw the flying dragon knight’s gaze bouncing here and there.

“A ‘one mercenary’ is stronger than two servants dressed as knights?”

I don’t know how he noticed it, but what was contained in the eyes of the flying dragon knight, who alternately looked at the tent, the position of the servant, and himself, was a subtle distrust. The servant, who was furious at his words, naturally became furious and tried to run forward, but it was faster for the baron to appear as the entrance to the tent opened.

“Why so much fuss... what kind of mess is that?”

The baron, who showed up in only pants and boots, was not only strong but also the owner of massive muscles and an aura user stronger than himself, but Growy still felt a greater sense of intimidation from the flying dragon knight than the baron.

“You’re sick of it. Is it a flying dragon knight again? Yes, what did you come here for again this time?”

The baron, leaning against the pole of the tent with a crooked posture and looking at the flying dragon knight, showed no anxiety or guilt. Judging from the reaction alone, I wonder if anyone would consider him as someone who had nothing to do with the demon abduction case.

But there is a big problem with that confidence. He scratched his head as if everything was a nuisance, but it was because the object he was using was a devil’s horn. Growe, who was watching the flying dragon knight while slipping to the side, did not miss his gaze on the severed horn in the baron’s hand.

“Baron Tahed Die Raunet. Is that right?”

Even though it was obvious to anyone that he was a baron, the flying dragon knight did not raise his words. At the rudeness that even a knight could not tolerate, the baron’s forehead twitched this time.

“...You speak shorter than any dragon knight I’ve ever met. No matter how foreign you are, you’re talking to a noble right now.”

“I’m talking to a war criminal right now.”

Aside from the flying dragon, which is still for now, the flying dragon knight’s answer constantly touches the baron’s planting, as if he doesn’t feel the presence of the soldiers carefully gathering toward the baron’s tent. However, unlike his appearance as a bandit, the baron only shook the demon horn he was holding with a sour expression.

“War crimes are absurd. You mean this? It’s spoils. It’s not like we’re not fighting at all, are we?”

There is nothing to be intimidated by a single flying dragon knight descended from a flying dragon, and the confidence that can be shown because it thoroughly trusts the rights of the nobles. The baron had no doubts that he could do nothing no matter how strong the flying dragon knight in front of him was.

“I’m not interested in horns. I’m just trying to see who is making the sound of dying breathing in the tent you came out of.”

And even in the midst of this, thanks to keeping his ears open, Growe, who had heard the magicians’ fuss, realized that the situation was more serious than he thought.

“Even though he had many scars... his appearance matches that of the woman who was said to be missing.”

In the sight of the tent and its supports being all burnt and scattered as ashes, the items inside the tent that were left neatly intact without any damage are revealed to the outside.

As befits an extremely ordinary aristocrat’s field quarters, armor holders and various wall-mounted decorations that should have been hung on pillars were scattered all over the floor. Among them was a wooden box containing a suspiciously large number of severed horns.

But first of all, the first thing that catches my eye is a demon with severed horns breathing hard on the bed.

It wasn’t just because of her miserable appearance that her gaze gathered. The figure that was thought to be a dragon knight holding the struggling baron’s head with one hand was reaching out to heal her with the other, so attention was focused on it.

“Do I need any further explanation?”

The wounds of demons that heal in an instant, magic, and the power to subdue even Aura users with bare hands. It was the moment when the identity of the man who turned his head to face him as if he was trying to meet the soldiers’ eyes pouring toward him was revealed.

“Yo, hero...”

I never thought that the rumors ridiculing why the hero of the Demonic Church was a human being were true.

Looking at the unbelievable scene, the man shook his head slightly as he looked at Growe who muttered involuntarily.

“To be exact, a warrior of the Demonic Church.”

After calmly correcting himself and completing the healing, the warrior pulled out the sword from his waist. At the same time, the baron’s struggles became more intense, but no one looked at him.

“You can resist. If you cut them together, that’s enough. But if you don’t intend to do that, remember today and do your best to let everyone know.”

It was because he was overwhelmed by the holy sword that emits brilliant light and its owner.

“From this moment on, the deaths of those who unfairly oppressed and persecuted the demons will become inevitable, so accept them humbly.”

The baron’s struggles, having intuited his fate, were meaningless any more. The hero lightly ‘threw’ it upward as if he were a ball for children to play with, then decapitated the freed baron before he could say anything.

It was so easy and light that it didn’t even feel realistic, but that didn’t mean the baron was revived.

“Tell them that Eldmia Ega, the hero of the Demon God Epaga, said so.”

While silence fell over the garrison, where it was hard to believe that he was a nobleman of a country who had seen a futile death that he had reigned over hundreds of people, only the warrior’s voice resounded.