The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

13. Coming, warm, night

13.

It is a well-known fact that the streets of Diervan are occupied by vicious gangsters who are shapeless and sharp-tempered at night. There was only one escort knight like this.

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To be precise, the escort knight was alone.

Since the saintess was now on the Death Knight’s back. Isn’t it hard to see her as walking when her legs aren’t touching the ground?

“Pufuuu… ….”

Trolling weakly like her child, Essilia tried her best to keep her cold at bay.

She felt something floating in the air, but there was no way to know if it was because her own mind was reeling and her eyes were dizzy, or if she was really floating. She finally opened her eyes wide open because of the coldness of her furious rush to cut herself, but her vision was blurry and dark.

So she had to entrust her body to something hard and strong that was touching her. Leaning on her made her feel better, but she still whined at the bitter cold.

“Aww….”

When she murmured like this, Sister Ferenia, with a soft smile like her breath, softly covered her with the blanket she had kicked off in the middle of the night. However, her hand covering her now wasn’t so subtle. She was rather crude. At the fact that she had no sister Ferrenia, Esilia opened her eyes and blinked once. Her vision was still blurry. Through the rough covering of her hands, her coldness overtook her.

The assault of her grim reality, which she no longer had, made her aware of her. There was no Ferenia sister, no Shane. She didn’t even have Miss Belle Luke. Because she herself ran away leaving them.

What happened to Ferenia? She would have married a baker man by now. She used to joke that she would be the best wedding if the saintess officiated her, but now she couldn’t keep that promise.

I don’t know if Shane stopped complaining about her side dishes. She said that children grow up faster day by day, but she wonders if her personality has become even more brilliant now. A little child who was toddling and crying just a few years ago, now thought he could wipe someone else’s tears. How much more beautiful that child has become now. It is unknown.

Miss Belle Luke said that if she saw her now, she might be angry with herself.

This time, he scolded me severely, asked where he was doing dangerously, and what kind of saint would a child who can’t even take care of himself be? Will hit She’ll click her tongue, and she’ll add that you’ll never get into her room until she finishes the soup.

She thought Noong’s teacher, with deep wrinkles, was a bit clumsy to be the idol of her children, even though she was making her teacher her profession. When she woke up in the morning, it was clear that her tears would be visible between those deep wrinkles. The old man’s teacher, although she did not become her idol, she was a good teacher to serve as an example.

…… She had promised

When she becomes an adult, when Shane grows up and becomes a beautiful and fine lady, she takes the teacher and everyone together to the central square of the capital to watch the Purity Festival held once every three years. Let’s do it. It was two years ago that she made that promise. It was her last meeting that she barely cut through her busy schedule to meet for only about 10 minutes.

The conversation with the family I met after a year ended with a 10-minute meeting like that.

“Huh… ugh… !”

Water dripped from her saintess eyes. Neither her older sister nor Shane had ever been to the festival, she said, but Ms. Belle Luke said she hadn’t been to the festival before, and she said the last time was 12 years ago. Belle Luke’s teacher laughs in my ears, saying, “It’s a festival of innocence that she enjoys with the saintess of innocence. There is no better festival than that.”

I would have really liked it if I showed Shane the festive procession. The sight of the Holy Knights of Innocence marching in a single line would not be lacking in grandeur compared to the Knights of Snow. Like everyone else, he really liked meat. In particular, he really liked the dish made from the red-crested goose he ate today……

“Huh…… ! Uh huh… ! Ugh… ! Uh uh…… !”

The sound of emotions boiling in her throat.

“Esilia. Are you crying?”

The saintess calmly let out an answer.

“Ahhhhh… ! Hehe… !”

She had already heard the answer, so the escort driver didn’t ask any more questions. He just held his hand tighter. It was a rough hand. It was as rough as she’d never felt before. And because she was wild,

She was as strong as she had never felt before.

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Zerpied quietly opened the inn door. Perhaps everyone went to enjoy the festival, but the inn was full of silence. As if she had enjoyed the festivities ahead of time, a middle-aged innkeeper with an impressive hooked nose was sitting at her reception desk snoring at her. She is a dwarf who likes to drink, so her nose is red. She looked at him for a moment, then moved her steps to the second floor where the Death Knight’s room was.

Carefully opened the second floor door. The room was dark and desolate. It could only be discerned through the window of the room. He gently placed her saintess on her bed. As I laid down, there was a weak groan. As if she were staying in Charcot, she slowly raised her body from her bed to see the night view of the city.

“… Knight…….”

A voice like a moan sank heavily over the Death Knight. Zer Pied turned her head to see the voice’s subject. The saintess was struggling to lift her half-closed eyes. With her delicate movement, a liquid so heavy that she dared not contain it, that clear liquid, sank beneath her along the little girl’s skin. The texture of the girl’s skin trembled slightly.

“… Cold….”

Jer Pied pulled the blanket over her even higher.

“… Speed… a little… buzzing… Same….”

“Even though I ate a lot, I also drank alcohol. You seem to be weak in alcohol, so why did you push yourself so hard?”

“I… Have a drink for the first time….”

“Why did you push yourself so hard when you’re eating it for the first time? Rather, be even more careful if it’s your first time – “

“…… You never know when you will be able to eat again.”

It was more like sobs than words. That’s why, Death Knight couldn’t continue talking. The clear and heavy liquid dripped from the saintess’ eyes and crashed. The corners of her saintly mouth twisted. Somehow, the twist resembled her laugh. In that twist, a sob close to her words falls to pieces.

“I don’t know when I’ll be able to eat something like this again… ! I don’t know when I’ll be able to drink again… ! I don’t know when I’ll be able to see the festival again… ! When…… “

The last piece fell from her mouth.

“…… Until when… I… I don’t know if he’s still alive….”

Death Knight just stared at her saintess.

Should I tell you not to worry? I’ll be your escort knight, so don’t worry?

He knew very well that it was nonsense. He, himself, could not properly protect himself from his death.

Telling her not to worry was like treating her survival as a shallow joke. He couldn’t speak

He couldn’t speak. So, he slowly took off his hat and made eye contact with the saintess.

The moonlight pours down like a downpour.

The moonlight shatters the glass and scatters it over the couple. The saintess really thought that her own escort knight seemed to be fading in the moonlight. She couldn’t help but think that way, seeing the fragments of that pale brilliance ride and flow over the body of the escort knight…….

The saintess reached out to the Death Knight through the fragments of moonlight drifting in the air.

“… Hold me….”

In the tears of the saintess, numerous fragments were already drifting. Those cold, cold fragments cross her cheeks and pierce her whole body.

“… Hold me….”

Zerpied slowly reached out. He grabbed the small, slender hand that was reaching out to him. Rough, rugged, hard, but that’s why it was a strong hand. Ecilia’s mouth moved. The movement was a soft laugh.

“… Thank you….”

Cilia struggled to reach out her hand and wrapped it around the back of Zer Pied’s hand that was wrapped around her. For some reason, despite wearing her leather gloves, Zer Pied thought the hand that held her was warm. Embarrassingly, she felt the cold disappear even though she herself was already incapable of feeling the cold.

“… Don’t let go… Please don’t….”

There was no answer to her pleas. It just made the clumsy power of her hand grow stronger. The saintess’s faint smile at the corner of her mouth softened a little. That soft smile was wetted little by little by the heavy water flowing from the corners of her eyes.

The saintess’ eyes widened once. Each time the saintess’s eyes opened, the space between them became narrower and narrower. Even so, the Death Knight did not take his eyes off her saintess. I just kept making eye contact with her patiently with her. Just as Zer Pied continued to meet her eyes, the corners of Esilia’s lips were also stubborn, as if they didn’t know how to go down.

However, the saintess’s large eyes were not very patient, and eventually closed. All of a sudden, the saintess’ short body moved in sync with her regular breathing, but Zer Pied did not take her eyes off her. It was so heavy in her girl’s eyes that the clear water couldn’t drip, until then the Death Knight was able to answer her saintess’ last words.

“…… Do that.”

He carefully turned his gaze to the window. Fragments of the brilliantly broken moonlight were embroidered in the air, showing off themselves. The way he boasted through himself could be called noble.

How can you be so noble even though it’s already broken? The non-living already knew the answer. Because he accepted that he was broken. That’s why, forcibly gathering, connecting, and attaching them only leaves ugly scars. It leaves only terrible traces of energy.

Like, like that.

Without a word, he let the fragments run down his body. Unexpectedly, he thought it was a thrill.