Chapter 48

My Villains Episode 048

13. Army of Young Lions (3)

“Hey Poi!”

I heard a familiar voice while I was looking at the bandits pulling back.

“Ellen? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“You and I said it clearly, but again alone-”

The wheezing guy turned around and swallowed his whispers.

Behind Ellen, who ran quickly, Luke and Arnal also appeared. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any major injuries.

Ellen, who was sighing, looked at my condition and stammered with a pale face.

“-Are you okay?”

What surprised him was that I had been pierced by spears and hit by arrows, and I was completely bruised. It wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away, but thanks to his tough vitality, he could still endure it.

Swallowing the words ‘Are you okay?’, he broke the arrow shaft stuck in his thigh and stopped Ellen from taking out the potion.

“It’s okay. Not to the point of dying.”

“Even so”

“It’s okay. What about Grania? Haven’t you seen Grania?”

As I looked around and asked, a man next to me took off his helmet and burst into laughter.

“Ha, comrades are great friends. Don’t worry, the injured mercenary will have been evacuated to the priest’s tent.” It was the same driver who had just given me a lift.

I lowered my head, remembering the gold-adorned knight calling his name.

“Thank you Sir Randall. Thanks to you, I live.”

Sir Randell tilted his head for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

“I must have misunderstood something. I am not a knight. I am just a soldier.”

“...yes?”

A soldier who is not even a knight, heavily armed with plate armor and riding a horse?

Sir Randell, or Mr. Randell, frowned in wonder when I showed a sign of incomprehension.

“I thought you were a mercenary who ate a knife, but I guess you haven’t seen your knight before?”

“Uh, that’s-”

“Well, that’s not what’s important now. Everyone follow me. Your lord will find it.”

After saying that, Mr. Randell handed the reins to his colleague and moved on. Then, Arnal, who had been standing still, quickly came over and wrapped his left arm around my shoulder.

” are you okay?”

“Ugh, I can walk alone.”

“Sounds stupid. And then the wounds heal.”

Arnal whispered quietly, as if he was aware of Ellen’s gaze glancing at him for no reason.

“thank you.”

“what.”

“Grania. Thank you for not giving up.” “Thank you. I did the right thing.”

“...it makes strange sounds so natural.”

While receiving support, whether it was a shoulder strap or an armrest, Arnal opened his mouth with a grin.

“The knights are over there.”

“huh? Then these people...

“I’m guessing they’re enlisted soldiers of nobles and elders or something like that.”

Except for Mr. Randell, the six heavy cavalrymen were leading the horses to the stables and putting on the reins.

They were all wearing similar-looking armor, but they were armed with several iron plates attached to chain mail.

There were a total of six men who looked like knights, and they were particularly conspicuous because they wore fancy capes or had crests engraved on their shields.

Looking closely, unlike the heavy cavalrymen, each of them was wearing a unique and stylish plate armor.

Ankir, who wielded a two-handed sword, and a blue cloak, who showed off a tough thrust, were also knights.

They entrusted the barded horses to other heavy cavalrymen or other subordinates and headed for the barracks in the center of the garrison.

While looking at the armor of the knights, golden hair suddenly rose from the right side.

“Look over there Poi.”

“huh? what?”

Ellen glanced at the flag fluttering beside her.

It was a flag with the emblem of the Golden Lion engraved on it.

“There must be royalty here.” Only then did I remember the name of this place.

He looked back at me, wearing a helmet with the face of a lion.

“What is your name?”

“This is Phoenix.”

Upon closer inspection, the gold ornaments engraved on the shoulder and chest were shaped like a lion’s mane. It was a splendid outfit that was incomparable to other knights.

“Phoenix. What is your last name?”

“His last name-”

Phoenix was the bastard of a noble or a descendant of a fallen noble. So it was only natural that he had a last name, but...

“...no.”

...I can’t remember.

“Hmm. Then you mean a mere mercenary’?”

“That’s right.”

Dark blue eyes twinkled through a small gap in the faceplate.

“It’s a strange thing. For mere mercenaries to deal with blood manipulation.”

“The workmanship is not normal. He cut down several cavalrymen.”

“That was lucky.”

The knight wearing armor that imitated a golden lion burst into laughter and then turned his head to the other knights.

“What do you think Lord Ankir? If it’s a wonder, how many bandits can you slay without riding a horse?”

Then Ankir pounded on the breastplate and

shouted.

“Don’t you know my skills, lord? It’s no problem for 100 people like me to come!”

“Haha, I knew you would answer like that. How about Sir Langbolt?”

Langboldt, who was questioned, shrugged his shoulders while stroking his mustache.

“It will depend on the terrain and momentum. However, under normal circumstances, you can easily cut six or seven times.”

“Six or seven. Even the famous swordsman in the east is that much?”

The gold-decorated knight looked at me again. When I felt a scrutiny, I fell silent.

There was a moment of silence, and the knight shrugged.

“There is no idiot in the world who uses such a talented person as an assassin or an assassin. Isn’t that right, Sir Liam?”

“...That’s right, my lord.”

“Now then... Answer me, Mercenary Phoenix. Are you guessing who the owner of this place is?”

Damn, how am I supposed to answer this?

I hesitated for a moment, but finally opened my mouth to the anticipation in the knight’s gaze.

“Yes, Your Highness the Prince.”

“...haha!”

The knight burst into laughter at my answer and immediately took off his helmet. Glittering silver hair cascaded down her neck like a waterfall.

The knight was indeed a man with a beautiful appearance.

A solid physique suitable for an upright posture. Long hair that flows down to the chest. Long, straight eyebrows. Thin but deep eyes. Sharp nose. aroused

Chin

I staggered and got down on one knee.

It was roughly imitating what I saw in the movie, but seeing that the other party also knelt down, I guess it wasn’t a bad etiquette.

Looking down at the party, the prince in his mid-twenties smiled beautifully.

“Greetings, Messengers of South Harbor.” His voice, which had been ringing low, seemed to have become clearer thanks to the helmet being taken off.

Suddenly, when he looked up, his gold-engraved mane had lost its shine thanks to being covered in blood and dust.

However, the long silver hair that rested on the breastplate was shining dizzy in the light of the torch.

“I am Ulkar, the third son of ‘Lionel III’, His Majesty the King of Milanol.”

Bravery leading armed knights full of dignity Bizarrely beautiful appearance and pleasant voice – Prince Ulkar was a man who could take away the heart even if he saw it for the first time.

In front of that bizarre charm, my body stiffened with vigilance.

It wasn’t because of his high status. It wasn’t because of the knights surrounding him, nor because of the pain coming from where he was hit by the arrow.

I opened my mouth, trying not to look awkward.

“It is an honor to meet the three princes, Your Highness.”

Saying that, I bowed my head to the sixth chapter boss.

“Raise your head. There are many stories you want to hear.”

The man who said that and smiled brightly like something out of a children’s book.

He was the one who would later be called the ‘King of Murder’.