Chapter 388

My Villains Episode 388

62. Tactics of Deception (15)

“Where is Lord Garwin Garwin!”

“This way!”

When I stormed into the manor house with Sergeant Murg and a few soldiers, the soldiers of the Axodbrook Bag started guiding me as soon as they saw my face.

“Garwin Ball!”

The manor house, which seemed to be a mixture of a mansion and a castle in half, and among them, the deepest bedroom was full of men clad in iron. In the midst of the knights and vassals who had gathered like bean sprouts, Garwin, holding the Marquis Landry in his arms, was shedding tears.

“father. Father...

I passed the knights who gave way and glanced at Marquis Landry. It is a terrible sight with a deep cut under the neck and a dagger stuck in the heart.

...He was quite a pleasant man. It’s just a pity that we didn’t talk

a little more.

“Lord Garwin.”

“...Sir Phoenix.”

Garwin, whose face was wet with tears and blood on his hands and front, looked up at me with empty eyes.

Did you say you were eighteen this year?

On Earth, he is still at an age to be treated as a boy, but in this world, he is at an age when he should become a confident man.

“Let’s go to the castle tower.”

“To the castle tower?”

“We haven’t wiped out the assassins yet. You should go to the castle tower where safety is guaranteed.”

Even though they paid attention in preparation for an assassination, they killed knights and elite soldiers and made the vigilance fuzzy. The assassins are still roaming the city. Marquis Landry lost his life in vain, but he must protect his son.

“Wait a minute Sir Phoenix.”

The knight ‘Sir Zeppart’, who had come and gone and learned the face, came forward.

“Confucius needs time. We are here, so don’t worry and take care of the other lords.”

I slightly frowned.

“What is that? You guys have to go out and fight. Are you going to stay stuck here?”

“Then, only some of them stand by Gongja-nim, and the rest-”

“And then what if they get attacked again?”

“O”

“If the escort target is dispersed, it is too dangerous, let alone wasting troops. The lords, including Lord Garwin, must gather in one place so that we can escort them efficiently and turn the remaining knights to search.”

Sir Zeppard finally shut up. I glanced at him and the other articles, and although they looked sad, they seemed to understand that there was no time to waste.

“It is a tragedy and it is sad. But isn’t Lord Garwin the new marquee now? The Great Lord of the Highlands, the owner of High Castle, and the Margrave who is the guardian of the west side.” I got down on one knee and met Garwin’s eyes.

“Prince Garwin, not the Marquis.”

“Crazy assassins and screwed mercenaries are turning the city into a mess. The city of your Excellency and your father, grandfather, and great-grandfather.”

After a moment of silence, Garwin closed his dead father’s eyes.

“...what can I do?”

To be honest, it was enough for Garwin to save his life by hiding in the castle tower.

No one would expect an 18-year-old to have the level of competence of his father. If you expect it, you have no conscience.

There would have to be a big setback in the supply, but isn’t it impossible to raise the dead Landry?

So, Garwin only needed to play the role of a land owner and a totem that increased the unity of the army gathered in High Castle.

But telling a boy who had just lost his father, ‘Shut up and hide’, was in many ways out of shape.

“Let’s go. Go do your duty and defend your right.”

“Do your duty and keep your rights?”

“First of all, command the troops and kill the intruders. Aren’t you supposed to get revenge?”

“What about the 3 princes? Didn’t you give an order otherwise?”

“Your lord must be busy.”

“Are you busy?”

“Unless the enemies are idiots, they won’t be sucking their fingers outside after digging through the inside of the walls. The offensive will resume soon.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Your Excellency, please organize the interior so that your lord can concentrate on Mercury. You must firmly control the city.”

Garwin nodded with a firm face.

The high-value targets of High Castle would be the commanders guarding the walls and the lords gathered here, and Prince Ulkar would be the number one among them.

However, Ulkar, who is at the west gate, is not only brave, but there are monster-like knights and excellent battle mages beside him. Compared to Marquis Landry, the assassination difficulty was on a completely different level.

In the end, they had to target other commanders, but Captain Arbecon in the south and Gilbert, the senior sergeant in the north, are not nobles, and Baron Ruyan in the east is a 13-year-old kid with only one last name. An assassin will have to be sent, but it is unlikely that the master of the sword will step out.

“...then maybe we can come here again?”

Actually, this is just my wish.

If you think about it objectively, the probability that the Jeongma Sword Master will come here again is not very high. It’s a bit embarrassing to say it directly, but filtering out the other targets and coming to where I am... wouldn’t it be a bit stupid?

Actually it is. Right now, from the point of view of the enemy, the most dangerous person in this city is none other than me. Even the sword master would know this unless he was an idiot, so why would he come back here?

Still, thinking just in case, I ordered Confair to hide the soldiers. A handful of wizards and knights were also placed in each element of the castle tower and inner wall.

It’s unlikely that the head of a group of assassins would go unnoticed by such a clumsy ambush, but wouldn’t it be better to leave it out in the open?

“That enemy!”

“It’s an intruder-!”

Within five minutes of thinking about it, the hall was in a commotion outside the hall.

“...Did you really come?”

While I was perplexed, the knights and magicians who were waiting in the hall took up a combat posture.

Turtle!

The large, thick door with the iron plate nailed wide open, revealing a figure.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a white cape over a luxurious brown leather suit and a gently curved oriental sword around his waist. Because the hood was pulled back, his face was clearly exposed, but this neckline, where East and West coexist, is very impressive...

“That bastard-”

“Catch it!”

Dozens of soldiers were running through the door, clutching spears. Judging by the mixture of anger and bewilderment on the faces of the soldiers, the intruder must have hidden in the castle tower and only revealed himself in front of the hall. Behind the

leisurely

middle-aged man, the door, which moved by itself, slammed shut. The soldiers trembled and knocked on the door, but the door did not budge.

The sudden and unexpected appearance of the man made the people gathered in the hall look dazed for a moment. I spoke on behalf of them.

“...Are you the true magic sword master?” “hmm?”

The strange middle-aged man looked back at me with a curious look. And he smiled.

“You are the Phoenix. Whether it’s a ‘rider of mad bulls’ or a red knight.”

It is a voice that feels as strange as the atmosphere. The man touched his chin and nodded his head softly.

“About my addiction... I guess you heard about it from the ‘Black Woman’. In the end, the ‘bank’ chose her.”

“...What is he saying now.”

The black woman is the nickname of the mungchi, and the bank is a group of assassins from the kingdom of Milanol who have a sacred sword.

I knew this well, but I frowned as if the other person was looking at my reaction, pretending not to know.

“Where does a young assassin crawl in proudly?”

“Old people only walk on the main road.”

“what?”

“Even though I’ve been making a living from farming for over thirty years, I’ve never been afraid of people’s eyes since I got sick.”

“Oh, is that so?”

I put my wrist on the longsword’s furmal and let out a small smile.

“Sounds pretty good for a rat squeaking, right? Keep talking. If possible, leave a will to pass on to Amy and Abby.”

“Why are you not talking? Are you being fried in hell for the crime of ripping off a filthy assassin?”

“...They say there’s no such thing as a devil’s pitcher, and even your words stink.”

“What are you talking about, you bastard who smells like gutter?”

Low laughter flowed from the knights and soldiers. The sword master looked at them with cold eyes.

At that moment, I quietly raised my hand.

“Judio-cium!”

“En peadake!”

The battle wizards, who were hiding among the soldiers wearing armor, poured out spells such as arrows, lightning, debilitating rays, slow fire traps, and mud touches. The soldiers of Axodbrook took out the crossbows they had hidden in advance and shot them.

Chasing after the murderous net, I also kicked the floor.

The process of pulling out the longsword, covering the blade with blood, and throwing it out was done in one motion. Search!

Bang-

I thrust the knife through the dust and flashes created by all sorts of spells.