The Knight Wants To Be in a Relationship

18. Buntangchung

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Gustav, the soloist of the Death Symphony Orchestra, soared up into the sky riding a dragon, smiled lightly as he looked down at the continent that came into view under his feet.

“Ah- Humans are like worms.”

Controls the necromancer he rides – the Dead Eyes Zombie Dragon – and soars higher and higher. It’s not enough to have a perfectly fine dragon corpse in your hand, to be able to turn it into a perfect Necromancer—.

Gustav climaxed about five times with the thrill running through his toes at this moment. I wished that this sensation would last forever, I wished that time would stop forever.

“I don’t mind dying like this…… !”

And then the sharp swordsman passed him and the necromancer.

“—Huh?”

The necromancer’s body splits left and right. Gustav, who was on top of it, lost his lift and did his best to balance on the falling dragon.

“What, what!?”

Quickly chanting black magic, merging the corpse of the necromancer who had been cut down into one again, and at the same time memorizing a floating spell.

A shield was placed around the necromancer’s body to block attacks, and he summoned a ghost to find out who the attacker was.

Gustav, who had chanted so many magics in an instant that his head was cracked, looked down at the ground where the sword had flown with a slight frown.

There was a little boy standing there holding a sword.

“Me, me-! How dare you, my precious Dead Eyes Zombie Dragon!”

Gustaf spat out a name that was not easy to remember, and he took out his staff and cursed at his little boy on the ground.

“Die-! Damn kid!”

His curse shot down like a thunderbolt. A curse of instant death that puts anyone it touches into cardiac arrest.

It was a curse that no knight, no matter how strong and agile, could not escape——but the black boy swung his sword casually and cut off the curse.

It was as if he had blocked a thunderbolt from the sky with his sword. Gustav hesitated as he did something he had seen.

“No, no, what is that… ….”

The moment he intuited that his experience as a soloist of the Death Symphony Orchestra was strange, the little boy swung his sword again.

The sword energy emitted from his sword pierces through the magic barrier he opened.

A powerful magic barrier splits in two with just that one blow. Seeing that, Gustaf realized that the little boy was no ordinary boy.

“That guy, that guy.”

The person who killed the dragon and left the body here in the county. I was wondering who caught the dragon that is said to be almost impossible to catch…… !

“Damn it, I didn’t tell you that monsters like that existed.”

Gustav cursed someone and bit his lip. Whether or not he told me about the existence of that monstrous little boy, it was because he realized that that wasn’t the important thing now.

The important thing right now was his own life. Isn’t it a dragon’s corpse or what, when it dies, it’s a dorumuk?

“It’s a sobriety order!”

Recognizing this fact, Gustaf immediately spread his voice through amplification magic.

To be heard by members of the Death Symphony Orchestra, which may be spread throughout the county.

“Sing the final funeral song—!”

[Gentlemen, I like war.]

“—What?”

[I like it even more to drop a guy who thinks he has the upper hand.]

Ssik-.

The spirit of war that suddenly appeared behind Danju’s back pushes Danju’s back as it is.

A mischievous fairy who appears in the midst of war and plays pranks.

People call them the spirits of Buntang.

Danju fell to the ground after being beaten.

Fortunately, I managed to land safely by using magic before hitting the ground.

“Hello. I am the owner of the corpse.”

Under the ground, a monster far more terrifying than that sprite awaited.

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[Yahoooooh-! The curse has been lifted!]

[Harass men, harass women too!]

[Don’t skip the Gay Lesbian Byte Gen!]

The moment Evan found the dragon flying in the sky, that is, the moment the curse was lifted after the Requiem played by the Death Symphony Orchestra.

The Spirits of War, realizing that the curse contaminating them has disappeared, have joined the battlefield. They have only one purpose. Messing around.

People fight each other, and if someone wants to win, they help the losing side, and if the losing side seems to be winning, they change camps again to harass the other side.

Because their only purpose is war, and the pleasure that comes from the process.

[Ah- The war is over.]

[This war has started.]

[Hey- it should come a little sooner.]

There are times when such spirits of war unilaterally take the side of one camp. Right when the victory is tilted enough to be seen.

It’s not fun to side with the losing side in a quality fight anyway. That’s why the spirits immediately attach themselves to the winning side and harass the losing side.

And now, in the eyes of the spirits——even with all the people present, Evan was overwhelmingly defeated by one person.

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“Evil-! I, a spirit? Why is the spirit….”

“What are you doing! Look at the sweet lord! Look at him riding a dragon! Why are you attacking us—aaagh!”

The members of the Death Symphony Orchestra, who did not know that fact, and the Gold Hyena Mercenary Corps, who were fighting with them, began to be attacked by spirits at the same time.

Thanks to that, Evan was able to focus on the dragon flying in the sky without being disturbed by others – and the one sorceress riding on it.

“—Damn it, damn it- damn it!”

Evan tilted his head as he looked at Danju, who suddenly fell to the ground by himself. He scared me with one swing of his sword, so I wondered if he had come down to talk.

So I said hello.

“Hello. I am the owner of the corpse.”

But the corpse thief didn’t answer and just murmured quietly. Just as I was slowly approaching, wondering if it was Kanelli who couldn’t talk to people, Kanelli squealed from behind.

“Joe, watch out!”

“—So you return to death, so become the flower of the three provinces!”

Smoke billowed from the end of Danju’s staff as he finished the chant so quickly that it was hard to hear. Evan instinctively realized that inhaling the smoke was dangerous.

As he reflexively covered his mouth with one hand and stepped back, Danju burst into laughter as if that were the case.

“hahahahaha-! Okay! A dragon-slaying monster or something- an ignorant swordsman at best! In the face of great knowledge, no hand can be used—”

“What, I didn’t come here to talk.”

Evan swung his sword. The sword blade flew through the smoke and cut Danju’s throat as it passed. There was a strong magic barrier that would remain intact even in front of a fair amount of magic or knife, but it was cut off without any resistance.

Looking at the fallen head, Evan turned his head to look at Canelli, who had been yelling at him from behind.

“What did you say?”

“Uh…… Oh no.”

“Careful…… I guess I did something.”

I couldn’t hear well because the person in front of me was so noisy. Waiting for the black smoke that had been scattered by Danju to disappear after leading the sword, Evan looked down at Danju’s severed head and slightly frowned.

“Ugh- gross. Should I bring this?”

“Uh huh huh? Why is that…… ?”

“Yes? Yes, this man is a criminal. He also tried to steal my dragon’s corpse, and it seems that this person also killed the people of the county.”

“That’s true, but…… If I needed proof, I shouldn’t have killed that person…… ?”

“Is that too?”

‘Yes, so leave it!’

While Evan and Canelli argued over Danju’s body, Gustaf, who had been decapitated, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, trying to find a way to escape the situation.

The best thing is for the two of them to leave him alone and go home. A high-ranking black magician could resurrect his body as an undead, so even after the two of them died, it was enough to resurrect again.

The worst thing is to be taken to the royal capital. The priests and experts of the royal capital will figure out that he is not dead, and if so, he will be resurrected, damn, and forever in pain…….

“He’s not dead.”

The moment he heard the man’s voice, Gustav’s head exploded! Burst out Evan looked at what was supposed to be a head in his hand.

I didn’t even notice when the attack came and hit my head.

‘How?’

Turning his head and looking at the place where he heard the voice, Evan realized that the owner of the voice was someone he knew.

Just yesterday. It was because the count who had held the party for him was standing there.

“Count? Did the Count just do it?”

“Look at the sky.”

“Yes? What is that—”

It was only then that Evan looked up at the sky. The necromancer, who had been flying well until just before, was falling to the ground.

Since this was about to be crushed, Evan immediately swung his sword and shattered the dragon’s corpse. The dragon’s blood and flesh, which had been cut into dozens of pieces, fell to the floor.

Evan, who had roughly brushed off the blood, looked at the count with his sword hilt still held.

‘This person…… I don’t know.’

Since he left the village, not once did he meet someone he thought he couldn’t cut. But what about the Count right in front of you?

It was hard to believe that he was the same person as the count I met yesterday, so he was exuding a vicious spirit…… Evan wasn’t sure he could cut the man in front of him.

As I was licking my lips and adjusting the hilt of my sword, Canelli, who was standing behind me, quickly knelt down.

“We meet His Majesty the great King Chang.”

“Canelli. I didn’t hear you were here.”

“Bo, I reported it…… He said he’s going to meet the swordsman…….”

“Yes. I received a report that you are going to the adventurer’s guild in the capital. Haven’t you heard of any reports coming here?”

“I’m sorry. Your majesty… ….”

Evan, who had been fixing the hilt of the sword for a while, listened to Canelli’s words and realized that the person in front of him was not a count, but a king, a spear king.

Surprised by that, Evan opened his mouth.

“Eh- Are you the King? Was he a count yesterday?”

“Eh, Evan… ! Dad, get down on your knees… !”

“Hmm…… That’s it. Canelli. What do little children know?”

“Lord, I have sinned to death… ….”

“Yes. I’ll let you explain the details. —Sword Saint, I ask you just one question.”

The earl, no, the spear king’s mouth opened——and Evan felt his heart stop. At this moment, the fear that he could cut his throat if he answered incorrectly took over his head.

Whether or not he knew Evan’s heart, the King Chang opened his mouth casually.

“—Hey, are you interested in the position of king?”

“No, but… ….”

“Yes. Okay Enough then. Canellie, take care of yourself and come back.”

As if that word was really the purpose, the window king lost his momentum and closed his eyes. Then, Changwang’s body fell to the floor like a puppet whose thread had been cut.

Evan, who was agonizing over whether to catch the king when he fell or whether to carelessly touch the king’s jade body, eventually failed to catch the king when he fell—and the fallen count started bleeding profusely from the corner of his mouth.

“Uh…… Mr Cannelly. Isn’t this dead?”

“…… Tea, His Majesty the King of the Window can enter the bodies of other nobles.”

“Yes? Is that possible?”

“Yes, it is possible. Because Your Majesty the King of the Blues is the King of the Blue Bloods…….”

Cannelly, who had been on her knees for a long time after the king was gone, slowly sat back, her legs shaking.

Drenched in a cold sweat, he immediately threw off his robe, probably feeling frustrated at the fact that he was wearing a robe.

“Huh… ….”

“…… Uh?”

“I thought I was going to die from nervousness… ….”

Under his robes, his hair, slick and jet-black, sticks out.

The sound of scratching metal also tickles his ears as if the sound of jade rolls away.

Seeing Canelli’s face, Evan asked with a stiff expression.

“…… Mr. Canelli, were you a woman?”

“…… Yes?”

Cannelly looked at Evan as if he was talking nonsense.

She realized that Evan mistook her for a man.