The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 410

63. Knights of the Silver Prince (17)

At the well in the middle of the square, I filled the bucket full and threw it on my head.

Chow.

“-Poo-Hak!”

I wake up. Soot and dirt were washed away in the well water that was cold enough to sting the back of the neck. It is only after pouring three or four more times in succession that the soup flowing between the flagstones under your feet becomes transparent.

“Ah, I will live.”

Less than an hour had passed since the last engagement was over. Shaking my hair, I looked around and saw that not only the plaza here, but also the lord’s castle and the wharf were full of soldiers with torches.

“Qut’inak msawlaan analrasifi!”

“What the hell are these things talking about?”

“Mina’lan! Harbor! You are the port!”

“Are you counting the area now? We’re less than two hundred at most, so how do we clean it all up? Only one hundred people will follow me.”

“Haram adianole!”

“…This nudein bastard just insulted that, right?”

Most of them were Nudane soldiers, and there were also some soldiers from Earl Shore and Milgrester families mixed in. Gathering the prisoners together, intimidating and driving out the fearless citizens, dividing and assigning reconnaissance or defense areas, and shouting loudly while reorganizing the troops. Its busy appearance is that of a typical occupying force.

Everyone has different backgrounds and command systems, so it is a mess here and there. At least it didn’t reach the point where allies were fighting each other thanks to the fact that each boss and the leaders of their entourage ran around until their soles were on fire.

“Ugh, I’m glad you came naked.”

The number of troops mobilized for this attack on Proshafen was close to 4,500. Of the dogs, two thousand three hundred were sailors and sailors belonging to the Iron Fleet and five hundred to the sailing ships of the Earl of Millleester. There were about a thousand nudein soldiers, conscripts, and mercenaries led by Atalanta, and the rest were land troops sent by Milgrester and Earl Shore.

Although the scale and composition made it a headache, there was no need to feel too burdened. Thanks to leaving all of my subordinates at High Castle, I only need to take Mungchi and Iofi- Kheung

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Oh yeah. You should take good care of it too.

“Are you still mad?” Grr. Concerning who might not be a demon beast, Vicorn growled like a wolf.

The guys who were sitting spread out some distance from my feet were diligently chewing on the pig’s intestines. Even though I have already eaten two of them, the momentum is not unusual.

“Did you hate being drowned that much? Even paddles are good.”

As he smiled and tried to touch his mane, the bicorn shook his head ferociously and gnawed his teeth into the air.

“damn. Okay, I got it.”

Anyway, my temperament is dark. I guess I shouldn’t touch it until my stomach is full.

“trunnion!”

I turned around at the grotesque voice and saw In-Young running from the Yeongju Castle with light steps as if bouncing around.

The white mask with mane-like fur decorations – the rare equipment ‘Howling Mask’ – is very creepy. Even the soldiers who were busy walking around were startled and stopped.

“I have been looking for a long time. Everyone said they didn’t know—” It was quite uncomfortable to listen to the low voice that seemed to come from the abyss, mixed with metal. Mungchi, as if reading my expression, quickly flipped the mask up.

“braided!”

“What is ‘salty’?”

At the same time, the detailed features were revealed, and at the same time, the bizarre voice became clear. I grabbed the boy’s cheeks with my wet hands. Instead of avoiding my touch, Moongchi pursed his lips like a crucian carp.

“I can’t hear you very well.”

“It’s not that I can’t hear you well… don’t wear it normally.”

“yes.”

Mungchi had been heavily armed for the first time in a long time. Of course, he wasn’t wearing heavy armor like any other warrior, but he wore a light outfit like an assassin.

At first glance, he was wearing a black body armor that looked like leather but gave off a matte metallic texture – ‘Find Skin’ was also a rare piece of equipment – and he wore a cape that reached down to his hips, and he wore a leash with the ‘Blur’ spell on it.

He wore a ‘Ungeom’ and a broken ‘Geogu’ on his sword belt, a few throwing daggers including a ‘Blinking Dagger’ on a belt that crossed his chest, and three small pouches, and he even wore a small crossbow on his wrist. there is.

Mungchi would shake his head quite firmly when I asked him if it would be okay to take a few things off because he seemed uncomfortable wearing a lot of things. You have to have this level of equipment to do ‘work’.

“Would you like to wash up too? Would you like some water?”

“Eh… the water is cold, isn’t it?”

“huh. Just wash your hands and face first.”

Despite all the work tools, it seems that today the work was completed with a single shot of a crossbow. I asked the guy while pouring water from the well.

“How did you get in without getting caught?”

“yes. It was easy.”

The mangchi aimed at Prince Ignaz, the great lord of Angst and the owner of Proshafen. Since he was not an ordinary nobleman, but rather a great lord, the guards must have been quite strict, but his reaction was bland.

Listening to the story, it seemed that Prince Ignaz had never imagined that the port would be attacked. So, he must have left the escorts behind and played with his concubine in the castle’s secret room.

It wouldn’t have been so easy if a skilled Imperial Knight was by his side, a wizard specializing in detection spells was on guard, or if the prince himself had combat-related knowledge. However, Prince Ignaz was only an ordinary man in his 50s who had an excellent talent for making money, so he went to the other world with a single poisoned arrow.

“Yeah, it was hard.”

He smiled and touched the tip of the mungchi’s nose. The guy laughed at how good it was.

“…Funny.”

To be honest, I don’t want Mungchi, who has such an innocent and childlike side, to kill people.

But it’s also ridiculous to force an assassin with a wealth of murder experience to step back while everyone else is fighting. Isn’t my current situation relaxed enough to put a powerful hand like a wad in my arms?

Just today, thanks to the guy’s handling of the prince, the fragmented resistance was easily crushed. If the prince had been alive until the end, the difficulty of the attack would have doubled.

As if he was aware of my complex state of mind, he cried as his shoulders trembled after washing his face with cold water.

It wasn’t until well past midnight that the situation was sorted out. Of course, the flickering torches were still roaming the city without rest, but it was enough for the main commanders to gather and talk about how things were going.

When I arrived at the hall of the Youngju Hall, guided by the messenger, many people were already filling the seats. Atalante sergeants with Hares Keith and two clan chiefs, Langbolt’s Sergeant Bran who brought the senior captain, and Antrum’s Grand Mage Ogshlizo.

“Nix.”

Atalanta raised her hand with a slightly tired face.

“How clean it looks. Did you just wash it?”

“uh. I have nothing to do.”

“Sounds comfortable in the inside…. Anyway, I had a hard time.”

“Are you the only one?”

As I sat down next to Atalanta, Lord Langboldt, who looked no different from her, said hello.

“Let’s wait a minute. Milgester’s people will be coming soon.”

“Yes, it is.”

I looked out the window, quenching my thirst with the wine that a servant from Earl Shore’s family had given me.

Like other manor houses, Proshafen’s manor house was on a very high ground, and it overlooked the harbor vaguely.

The pier was still burning everywhere. The power of the glowing light was so great that it was enough to replace the stars and the moon hidden by black smoke and clouds.

Beyond the messy harbor, or beyond the left and right lighthouses occupied by Earl Shore’s sailors, the darkness suitable for the dawn sea unfolds. The darkness is so deep that the tedious six-day voyage, the four-hour slaughter, and the noise from all directions fade away…

“Are you sleepy?”

“…a little bit.”

“You can sleep first. I will tell you the details of the meeting later.”

“it’s okay. That’s right, if Sir Langboldt even arrives, the prince will scold me.”

“what’?”

Atalanta narrowed her brows as if bewildered, and a few, including Lord Langboldt, let out a low laugh.

I sip the wine again, and when I see the sparkling red surface, I think of Count Akele in the middle of the meal.

…Come to think of it, that old man went away quite coolly.

Bloodbath kept the deal.

The entire Steel Fleet and two sailboats belonging to the Milgrester family allowed only the blades to cross, leading the Ironscale Fleet and escorting them to the vicinity of the yaw.

In addition to that, it overpowered the Black Dragon Fleet and drove it into the harbor. If it hadn’t been for that help, we would have had a full-on naval battle on the open water. Then, it wouldn’t have been easy to demonstrate the charging tactics that the Steel Fleet boasted, and Atalanta’s ‘Void Sphere’ wouldn’t have been very powerful either.

I wanted to express my gratitude even in empty words for faithfully keeping my promise, but Count Akele left without saying goodbye. By now, the iron scale fleet he led was probably in the middle of the voyage or anchored on an island somewhere with only the blade.

…I don’t know when I’ll be reunited with that man, but I hope it’s not after the golden statue evaporates.

Just as I was thinking about that, the Milgrester family entered the hall.

“dismissal.”

When the little girl appeared escorted by battle mages and knights, I followed Sir Langboldt and Atalanta to my feet.

The girl was none other than Count Ines. A young great lord in his mid-teens personally led two sailboats belonging to his family and five hundred elite soldiers to the enemy country.

“Can I sit here?”

“Do as you please.”

To Lord Langboldt’s polite words, the girl nodded and took the seat of honor. Taking a closer look, Atalanta showed a slightly disapproving expression, but did not open her mouth.

The beginning of the meeting was filled with nothing special. How many troops were damaged, how many prisoners were taken, and how the defense posture was being taken.

As they were slowly discussing future plans, Earl Ines, who had been silently watching the meeting, opened his mouth. Most of the people, including me, were curious about why this young great lord had come this far, so they focused their attention on her.