Chapter 212

My Villains Episode 212

46. Master of Dreams (2)

After Esanna with braided hair, ‘Thunderbolt Axe Shun Kasle’ and ‘Pure White Knight Archibald’ were buried, a simple funeral followed.

Well, actually, it wasn’t grandiose enough to be a funeral. All we had to do was gather in front of the tomb and pray for a while.

“The memorial address will be given by the minister.”

“......I?”

Gidon, the crossbowman, held out his rosary and nodded.

“Isn’t a knight’s prayer better than a wandering mercenary without a hometown? Esanna will like it more.”

“I don’t have a specific prayer text that comes to mind.”

“Anything?”

“That’s because I didn’t have much relationship with the original church.”

Gidon opened his mouth in amazement.

“That’s not something a knight of the kingdom would say, sir.”

“why? I’m not even a cathedral knight.”

“It is the duty of every knight to protect the church. You must have sworn at the swearing-in ceremony.”

...Well, now that I think about it, I think I’ve heard that. Was it ‘defend the church and build this altar’?

I remembered the next sentence Prince Ulkar whispered and shrugged my shoulders.

“The person who made me a knight said that, but that’s okay, so he told me to protect the weak and do good deeds. Isn’t the church the weak?”

“Yes? What a blasphemous thing”

“It’s a joke, a joke.”

When Gidon’s face hardened, I smiled and tapped him on the shoulder.

“The rosary is done.”

“...yes.”

With a mysterious expression, she passed the gidon for tying the rosary around her neck and stood in front of a sloppy ringed cross made of twigs.

The wizard of the palace, the great warrior of the meadow, the princess of Baluin, the assassin of the east, the girl with the spirit, the powerless vampire, and ten mercenaries.

Each of them had different colored eyes on me.

“Kuhm.”

oh i can’t do this I have no experience and no talent...

But I couldn’t just throw it out. Gidon and the other mercenaries seemed to be secretly expecting me to come forward.

Well, it wasn’t something that the mercenaries couldn’t understand.

Mercenaries are those who risk their lives to death. It is only natural that such a ‘ritual’ is important and that I, a renowned knight, want to participate in it.

“Lord, the one who died here is Esanna.”

The prayer that started out of nowhere flowed in a bustling voice.

The sound of putting the helmet on one’s side, taking off one’s gloves, fixing one’s legs, and then clasping one’s hands together.

“She is a loyal mercenary, a brave warrior and a trustworthy ally.”

I wasn’t very close with Esanna. However, since he was a colleague who traveled together for a month, he had something to say. It was fortunate.

“The daughter of a faithful farmer from Unfast, a warrior who is willing to take up a spear for justice, and a northerner who can sing while drinking good wine.”

Ai is also difficult.

I chose my words, moistening my dry lips for a moment.

“...I avoid stepping on the flower that blooms alone and share the hem of my long blanket with my colleagues. If I meet a monk on the street, I donate a few pennies and increase my evening prayers on days when I curse or kill someone.”

I took a deep breath and continued to pray.

“My friend Esanna is a good man. So take her by your side, clothe her in soft clothes, give her good wine and food, and give her a peaceful home.”

I don’t know if it fits the doctrine here, but... Well, I don’t think anyone is going to argue.

“My friend Esanna is a good fighter. If you need it, use it as a warrior, and reward it if you’re successful. And... please make me happy anyway.”

After praying, I turned around and saw that the group still had their heads down and their eyes closed.

As I scratched my eyebrows, Utequai, arms crossed on one side, let out a silent laugh. I frowned at him and then opened my mouth.

“...More than that.”

Heyla added a subtle comment to my stupid finish.

“May Esanna come to the temple.”

“May Esanna come to the temple.”

The funeral was so short.

Gidon, the crossbowman, had a slightly ambiguous face, but the others didn’t look too bad.

I was embarrassed for nothing, so I opened my mouth with a calm face.

“Let’s go slowly.”

While the mercenaries were busy packing their belongings in the clearing, Steedman sneaked up to them and smiled.

The gargoyle that was stuttering on the left also pulled out the spear stuck in its neck and soared into the sky.

These guys are pretty tough.

“Get out of the moat!”

At the words of the veteran Confearer, the mercenaries rushed backwards, and in the meantime, Archer Cole and Crossbowman Gidon quickly fired arrows.

“annoying!”

Cole’s composite bow and Gidon’s crossbow were powerful enough to tear through an iron plate, but only a couple of fingers were dangled in the hard, thick skin of the gargoyle.

The gargoyle, which shook off the arrow with its wings, flapped its wings furiously with a voice that sounded like it was scratching a stone wall with a knife. While doing so, it was flying towards the mercenaries as if they were falling.

“Uh-ha!”

Utequai made a confused sound, whether it was spirited or laughing, and jumped up.

As a human half his size attacked, the gargoyle stuck out its fangs and let out a sneer.

But that’s a while

!

A gigantic sound of rocks colliding pierced the air and thick mist, and the statue, which had been in the shape of a grotesque monster just before, was shattered.

“Ugh damn! be careful!”

As many large and small pieces of stone fell “on the shields,”

the mercenaries hurriedly raised their shields to cover their heads.

In the meantime, the heavy swordsman Umberta and the chubby Esson grabbed the head by catching the stone with a helmet, and Heila consumed one red ring to spread the ‘star shield’ wide.

Beneath the shining silver hemisphere, Ellen spat out a starter word.

“Lumfere!”

A ball of fire rose from the wand and shot in a steep curve.

“Gee”

The gargoyle, which flew up belatedly with a javelin stuck in its neck, spun in the air when it saw the fireball filled with strong momentum. The

fireball, which

couldn’t beat its speed, exploded as it crashed into the black wall, leaving only soot on the gargoyle.

“Khaa-”

The gargoyle, who was laughing a lot with his throat pierced by a spear, pierced his left wing with a silver bullet and pierced his right wing with a javelin.

However, it did not fall, and quickly flapped its wings in the air to balance itself.

At that moment, the wad that was guarding Ellen’s side shot forward. The guy jumped nearly 2 meters in one leap and said,

“Kek! Such a man-”

She stepped on the head of heavy soldier Dervish, a woman with a strong physique, and jumped again.

The floating guy jumped up in front of the staggering gargoyle, stepping on the top of his foot and showing off the ‘kitten’ soaring stunt.

Then, he swung the sword with jade scales wrapped around the handle like a lightning bolt.

The unusually sharp blade split the black stone like a piece of wood, and the gargoyle lost its head and crashed to the ground.

“Wow wow-”

“That crazy Bethany.”

Mungchi, who landed nicely among the admiring mercenaries, slowly raised his head and said,

“......Ah ah.”

He cried and let go of the knife.

“Is it a bunch?”

“Ah, it hurts.”

Looking back, he saw that his hands were stained red. It is a shape that has stronger resistance to cutting stones than expected.

As I looked around the castle, soothing the wriggling bundle, a thought struck me and I brushed my hair.

“Ellen. Can you see that?”

Where I pointed with my hand, there were traces of Ellen’s deflected fireball stuck.

“what. Are you trying to make fun of me?”

“No, not that.”

I looked back at the group and scratched my eyebrows.

“Everyone look over there.”

w......2”

“Don’t you think that wall will break?”

The mercenaries widened their eyes at my question. The veteran conductor burst out laughing and opened his mouth.

“Sir, no way...

“Does it really need us to go in?

Ignoring the bizarre faces of the party, I smiled broadly at Ellen.

“Now, use your strength.”

Go walking catapult!