Chapter 421

My Villains Chapter 421

64. Fog (8)

Fogan, an officer of the Milgrester family, has turned back the siege.

I slowly approached the watchtower. I didn’t draw the knife, but I put my wrist on the permal. To be able to issue or receive a sword attack at any time.

The old swordsman dropped his sword and looked at me in silence.

It was only after our eyes met that I realized that he was older than I thought. When I stood behind him, I thought he was just an old man because of his upright posture and agile movements. Looking at it now, the wrinkles are so numerous and deep that it is difficult to guess her age.

“Okay.”

At the feet of Grimmons, swordsmen who had been hit by arrows were wriggling. As they tried to get up, using their swords as staffs, Grimmons opened his mouth, his eyes fixed on me.

“Back off.”

“Meister. We are-”

“interrupted.”

The swordsmen glanced at me with dark expressions. To do so, they supported each other for a while and retreated into the watchtower.

I stopped about 20 meters from Grimmons. Even in the deep darkness and the terrible fog, it was enough distance to face each other.

I thought I knew why this confrontation had continued until now.

I don’t know where it started, but the magic of the area was frozen solid. It seems that there is a magic tool that freezes mana like the magical dagger ‘Dalmais’ that Prince Ulkar gave me.

There was a reason why Milgrester’s army, which had many talented battle mages, struggled against this small watchtower.

The restraining power was so strong that even the blood was immovable. I involuntarily smiled at the tension running down my spine and threw a question out of the blue.

“How old are you, old man?”

It must have been an unexpected question, but Grimons answered with a calm expression.

“There must be more than a kid like you.”

“Of course you would. Are you about eighty?”

“I will be ninety in the next year.”

“Wow... you are very correct. What’s the secret?”

Instead of answering, the old swordsman straightened the straps on his breastplate and vauntlets.

The simple gesture of pulling tight on the leash. It seemed natural, as if it were a habit, but it looked elegant, like a ceremony

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“What do you want?”

“Surrender. The city has already been occupied, so don’t lose your strength.”

“I am the guardian of the empire.”

The Imperial Guard is an official position similar to but with greater powers than the Kingdom’s Chief of Guard. He is in charge of the emperor’s escort, the apex of the imperial knights, and oversees the security of ‘Mittel Tang’, the capital of the empire.

Of course, it is a position that can only be held by the best knight in the empire while receiving the trust of the emperor. Just as Sir Calliola, the current head of the kingdom’s guard, is Lionel III’s favourite, and the kingdom’s best swordsman.

“I heard that you have been retired for quite some time. In the meantime, the emperor has also changed four times...

“Guardian is a lifelong job.”

“Ugh. So you’re not going to surrender?”

There was no answer again, so I continued talking while glancing at the watchtower.

“Since you’ve lived enough to live, you can have no regrets in life, but wouldn’t the people inside think differently?”

“Do not insult the disciples.”

“I’m not doing this to insult you, I’m doing this because I want to save you.”

It was 50 years ago that Grimons Koval received the title of Master of Swords and founded the Koval style. There are disciples of his all over the empire, and there are few imperial knights who do not respect him.

So I was reluctant to kill.

Rather, if he collapsed from the deadly poison of the mungchi, he would have died of old age.

But right now, aren’t they fighting hard, killing close to 200 soldiers? If he is killed recklessly, young nobles of the empire who are fearless and fearless may come rushing in to avenge the former guardian.

“Surrender. We will ensure that you enjoy a comfortable retirement in the Kingdom.”

“Nonsense.”

“Right? Actually, I didn’t even want that much. I have a conscience.” I burst out laughing and walked slowly. I lowered my voice.

“I want to pave the way for you to leave quietly, but the number of soldiers killed by the elderly is so high. Throw away your sword and surrender. If you’re resting after getting arrested for your performance and receiving treatment in prison, secretly call

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“Stop.”

Grimons’ eyes were sunken.

“You talk a lot and you’re sly. Everything you hear.”

“There is no such thing.”

“What is that?”

Grimmons thundered before I could finish.

shhh!

Unlike the slow but sophisticated swordsmanship he had shown before, this thrust was lightning fast.

However, because it was so straightforward and simple, I was able to deal with it without difficulty.

Kang!

As soon as the stab was removed to the side, Grimmons jumped up.

Awesome!

“This crazy.”

The old swordsman floated in the air and spun like a top. The blade ferociously cut through the air and rushed into the uvula.

I instinctively lay back at the bizarre motion I had never heard of. A handful of hair knives flew into the air.

That wasn’t the end. Grimons broke his back as he fell after a long flight. Then it changed its axis, rotated, and lowered the longsword!

Caang!

“Keep!”

He sat down and raised his sword to block it. However, his posture was unstable and his sword attack was so powerful that his grip was severely torn and he missed the sword.

How long has it been since you lost your sword in combat? It’s not something that was put on purpose, it’s something that was released and missed.

“Fuck it”

I threw myself forward crawling like a cat instead of dwelling on my frustration.

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Grimmons, who had just landed, couldn’t even react, either because he was careless or because I was quick.

I stretched out my bloody right hand and squeezed the old swordsman’s neck. With his left hand, he dropped his longsword, breaking his wrist.

“......uh?”

...What did I win?

While I blinked in bewilderment, Grimmons limp, blood dripping from his nose and mouth.

“No this. Hey old man!”

In despair, he shook his collar, but the old man did not respond. However, breathing was weakly attached.

“Call the priest! Right Now!”

I shouted at the soldiers who were stealthily approaching the watchtower.

Maybe it was because he gnashed his teeth in a sense of defeat and then raised his voice. There was a deep sense of life in the confession. Milgrester’s privates retreated in amazement.

Among the dogs, the one who was mentally attached ran somewhere, such as in a hurry. I yelled again at the stupid people standing there.

“Capture the rest alive! Never kill anyone, not even a single one of them!”

The sergeants raised a bow, and soon the soldiers rushed into the watchtower.

The exhausted and injured swordsmen of Koval Ryu were tied up one after another after fierce resistance.

“for a moment!”

The soldiers stopped and grabbed a young man’s hair between the drawn swords.

“Bae Oak?”

The young swordsman with an arrow stuck in his side gasped for breath and glared at me.

“Is that Beok? your name.”

“Yes I am. I am Beok.”

“Last name?”

“Huh, to that bastard- Kkeaaak!”

As he pressed down on the bloody arrow shaft, the young man let out a scream and drool.

“castle.”

“...Kobal. Beok Koval.”

“Okay,” I asked the sergeant who was taking the swordsmen with a big smile.

“Make sure this guy lives.”

Instead of expressing a question, the sergeant raised a military rite.

Thus, the siege in Eisbowald was finished.

It was time to listen to the news coming from the east.