The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

39. Stormy Sea [2] (Revised later)

39.

Rampade took out a bag of Turus from his chest.

Just throwing away the previous Turus and hiding downstairs, he glanced at the battle deck. He immediately returned his gaze to the original position. He had no worries. She doesn’t think she’ll win. She does, but she doesn’t even think she’ll lose. It’s because Shirva is good at limiting movement, if nothing else.

After infiltrating the ship, the rescue was confirmed. Here, downstairs, there was a small, short passage that led to the upper cabins. It seemed like something for a gnome, like an emergency escape in case of emergency, but now it was just a good means of transportation for him. He threw himself swiftly. He was slightly taller than the old man, but as a dwarf, moving through the passage was not too much of a problem for him.

He quietly climbed into the cabin and secretly scanned his surroundings. In the cabin, golden divine power spread lightly. He seemed to be trying to somehow send the divine power outside, but he couldn’t proceed properly due to the strong movement of the ship and quickly scattered.

He laughed bitterly. Isn’t she really like a saint? There was nothing that had changed from the image of her that remained in her memory. The image of healing the injured without rest, no matter how long it took. Half a year ago and now, Esilia was still a saint. He knew only the one who watched her closely. Rampade liked that fact.

“Saintess.”

He smiled and called Ecilia. The movement of golden light floating in the air stopped abruptly and melted into the air. I heard a rustling sound, perhaps because I was nervous. Rampade gently moved his body where the movement came from. A smile still hung on his lips.

The saintess was hiding with her body curled up between the drawer and her bed. Her saintess face was trembling. She looked very shocked. The smile vanished from Lampaid’s lips. Wouldn’t it be as if the saintess didn’t welcome him? Lampide didn’t like that fact.

“How, how?”

The saintess asked in a trembling voice. She cast her gaze to her window. Her heavy pouring rain and the sound of it made it hard to judge. Could it be that the knight was defeated? She shook her head vigorously.

It can’t be. Her own escort knight is none other than Living Death, Zerpi Edrim Sed Baigal.

She glared at Rampide sharply. Rampide furrowed his brow even more. But soon, he took a deep breath and regained his smile.

“Let’s go back now, saintess. Isn’t wandering about enough? Staying in a place where you don’t fit in with a saint like this should stop here. Shouldn’t I have cleaned up since I hung out with such a dirty old man?”

“… I beg your pardon? Dirty… Are you old? Now… now… Like old man Panvano… !!!”

“Oh, was that a name? Yes, as I said, what is but a dirty old man? Aren’t you an idiot who doesn’t recognize a noble person like a saint in front of you? So is the knight next to me now. It’s better than the old people, but isn’t it really disrespectful to have the saintess stay on a boat that smells like this? They are not worthy of receiving the saintess’ kindness.”

Rampade laughed even more. It wasn’t a smile, it was almost madness.

“So, let’s go back. I can’t hurt you any more. Go and go back to the way it was. It’s not too late. Go back and share your love with those who deserve it. I will be by the side of the saintess. Keep you as you were. Come on, let’s go. ‘My’ saintess.”

He held out his hand. Following her hand, the saintess saw Rampide’s face. The young dwarf was laughing. However, to her saintess, that face looked more like a distorted shape than her smile. The saintess bit her lip. She cut Lampide’s hand away. Lampaid’s face was truly contorted.

“I am not your only saint. Lampide.”

Celia stretched out her hand toward her bed as it was. The saintess, leaning against the bed and picking up something, took a posture suitable for the things she picked up. Seeing this, Lampide burst into laughter. It was because he didn’t fit at all with the saintess he knew. He was starting to get annoyed.

“What are you doing? Saintess? Rapier and mangoche? Where did you learn to play soldiers?”

However, the saintess’ posture was unsteady. She didn’t let go of her attack stance with her rapier and Meng Gauche. Lampide was really annoyed. He said, trying to suppress his emotions.

“… Put that down The order from the General Church was to bring the saintess captive and not to hurt her. I don’t want to be harsh.”

Esilia lowered her posture even more instead of answering. She was in a typical rapier attack stance. Rampade couldn’t contain his irritation any longer. He laughed wildly and pulled out Turus.

“Ha ha ha… ! It seems that the saintess grew up in a greenhouse and doesn’t know much about the fears outside of her. Well, that’s good It’s enough if you teach me now!”

The last cry was almost a roar. He wielded the Turus. She is a saint who lived only inside the cathedral anyway. She’s never even picked up a black one. For years she has only been healing. She was such a saint, she picked up a sword, what could she do? She also has orders from the General Church, so if she takes it roughly and faints it, that’s it.

So, the fact that the saintess accurately blocked Turus with Mangoshu was completely unexpected.

“What… ?!”

He couldn’t move on for a moment. Indeed, it was a foolish move. When he stopped moving, the eyes of the saintess entered his line of sight. It was trembling, but it was a really straight look. Like a rapier running towards her own collarbone. Lampide screamed.

“Aagh!”

Rampade wrapped his bloody collarbone with his right hand, not holding the Turus. Annoyance turned to wild anger. Rampade swung Turus like crazy, no really crazy.

Esilia tried to block it with a rapier, but a rapier is not a sword with excellent defensive power in the first place. And Rampide was stronger than her. The rapier ricocheted out of his hand. There were no two flukes. The saintess let out her screams and hid herself in her corner.

“You fucking bitch-! What am I different! What am i different What’s the difference between me and those dirty bastards! I was around more! I’ve been watching you a lot more! You are a virgin! A saint! A saintess who cares for me kindly!!”

The moment Turus’ blade approached her saintess with a breathtaking light, the door to her cabin was smashed. Lampaid and Esilia both turned their gazes in that direction. Rampide looked at the entry with an expression that seemed absurd. The one who entered was a large knight with a Turus stuck in his neck. The sight of Turus stuffed into the scruff of his neck and running with a thump was even grotesque at first glance.

The reason Rampide used Turus was simple. He was an assassin

First of all, the Turus is a throwing dagger, and if you adjust the angle well and throw it, it will spin and return to where you threw it. It is an attractive weapon that combines the short-range element of a dagger and the long-range element of throwing. As an assassin, he also liked the fact that he eliminated opponents from a distance and left no traces.

The second reason is derived from the fact that he is an assassin. Basically, it is for throwing, but the dagger, Turus, is no problem even if you go to close combat in case of emergency. In particular, due to the nature of the dagger, it is easy to hide in the bosom, and unlike a sword or spear, it is possible to attack freely in a cramped place regardless of its size.

Rampade felt with his whole body why the Turus was such an excellent weapon.

It was similar to the reason why Zer Pied put Turus on the back of his neck. The cabin was small in size, and while he had no problem standing, there wasn’t enough room to wield his spear at will. For this reason, he pulled out the Turus stuck on one side of his neck and threw it at Lampide.

The Turus, which flew sharply, expressed its welcome toward its owner. Rampade’s arm, which was aiming Turus at Esilia, fell with a cross section.

“Ahhh… !! You fucking bastard!”

Although he lost an arm, one of his heads remained, so Rampade glared at Zer Pied without hiding his anger. The eyes of the Death Knight and Rampade met. It was a strange situation. One was emotional, the other was indifferent. Of course, the indifferent side was the Death Knight.

There was no need to pay attention to an enemy who was about to die. Zer Pied decapitates Lampaid by pulling out the other Turus lodged in his nape. Instead of swearing, blood gushed out of Lampaid’s mouth, who was still spitting out swear words. The dwarf’s head fell with a dull sound. Zerfied immediately turned his gaze to the saintess.

“Esilia. Are you okay?”

Tears flowed from the eyes of the saintess. She sniffled and nodded her head. Zer Pied whispered as he wrapped his cloak around his lady.

“I’m sorry.”

Cilia shook her head wildly. Zerpied whispered once more.

“I’m sorry. As an escort knight, I put you in this situation.”

The Death Knight met her eyes with a lady of her own. Two different colored eyes were trembling wildly. Ecilia slowly shook her head at those words again.

“For now, let’s go. We need to look at the situation.”

Esilia shuddered and nodded. The saintess strained her legs to stand up. But due to the great circumstances that had unfolded, her trembling legs couldn’t support themselves. Zerfied embraced her. Esilia opened her eyes wide and blinked, then buried her trembling head in the arms of the escort knight.

Outside the cabin, it was raining harder than before. Correspondingly, the roar of thunder and lightning also intensified. The ship could no longer handle the harsh emotions of the sea. The direction of the shaking was also unpredictable. The Death Knight pulled up her cloak even more to keep her saint from getting hit by the rain. A shape was caught in front of the eyes of the Death Knight and her saintess who were swaying here and there.

It was the fallen Captain Panvano. Although the gnome was not very tall, it was not difficult to recognize him. Because someone was crawling next to him.

Cyrvane, who was crawling towards him with only one remaining limb, found the Death Knight and the saint and screamed. She had her long hair tousled in the wind. Maybe that’s why she looked so bizarre. Shirvane glared at them with her bloodshot eyes.

“Ahh… ! Ahhh… ! Damn! Damn-! These damn things-! Heo-eok… ! Heo-eok… !”

After letting out her short but intense scream, Shirvan looked at Celia as if he had realized something new about her.

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“No, that’s right… ! Saintess… ! You are a virgin! Stand up, lady! I beg you! You can fix my limbs! Right?! My please… ! Please fix it! Come on, you’re a saint! Will you fix it? Huh? Will you?”

Shirvane raised the corners of her mouth, but she looked more like she was imitating a smile than she was laughing. The saintess who looked at her with trembling eyes as she was embraced by the Death Knight spat out her words. It was cold, like a storm.

“Even if you did that to old man Panbano…… !”

The saintess bit her lip tightly.

“Life is precious to everyone. It’s not just valuable to you. I think I know why you and Rampade went together. I am not your only saint.”

After hearing her saintess’ words, Shirvane began to make her face even more grotesque. Shouting out her incomprehensible words, she grabbed Pan Bano’s body with her remaining hand. She grabbed and dragged Pan Bano into her mouth. For a moment, Zerfied, unable to understand her actions, then spat out abusive language.

“Crazy bitch.”

At those words as deep and cold as the deep sea, Esilia trembled her body. The saintess cautiously looked up at her escort knight. His bloody eyes were burning. He strode towards Shirvane. He said he couldn’t die alone, to the mad bitch who was trying to drag Pan Banouong away. Zerfied grabbed her hair with one hand. Shirvane made a strange noise.

He held out the syr stitch over her deck, towards the roaring sea. Her blood dripped frantically from her syrbane’s body in the rain. Before she knew it, she must have smelled it, and several mako and great white sharks gathered under her. Said Shirvane, frantic like a mad bitch.

“Why! To kill?! Are you really going to kill me?! Aren’t you a saint?! She’s a saint, but she wants to kill me!!”

Shirvane shouted as she glared at her saintess who was cradled in her Death Knight’s arms. She tried to stare. Death Knight did not allow that. The Death Knight twisted her hair to make her see only herself. He muttered lowly.

“Even at the end, you can’t make yourself comfortable.”

When Shirvan heard his voice, she seemed to freeze.

“Did you try to burden Eccilia with her heart? Can’t she take Pan Banoong, to take her guilt? She is not weak enough to play with your petite tongue. And, she doesn’t have to bear the burden of her heart.”

Sirvane couldn’t ask why. Her body had already fallen into the open sea. The sharks, who were expecting the special meal, immediately rushed at it. She made the strangest sound she had ever made. You probably won’t hear it. Nevertheless, Zerfied answered like a knight.

“I don’t even need to kill you.”

She agreed with a wild roar of hopelessness. It was a great cry. However, the Death Knight and the saint could hear one thing in the sound. The Death Knight holding her saintess immediately ran there.

Escelia jumped from the Death Knight’s arms onto her deck. And she immediately brought her ear to Pan Bano’s mouth. She didn’t hear anything wrong. He was moaning Ecilia covered his wound with her sleeve and unleashed her holy power.

“Ugh…. Ha, fuck….”

“Don’t talk!!”

Esilia muttered while crying. Death Knight soon felt a strange point. Even though she poured her divine power like that, the affected area was not healed. Then he realized that Panvano’s expression was familiar.

The expression of a person about to die.

Death Knight tried to convey that fact to Esilia. But she didn’t have to. She was a saint The fact that it is not being healed by the divine power is that it has already exceeded its limit. There was no way she wouldn’t know. But, nonetheless, she tried to heal.

“What…. Were you a priest? ? Cool… !”

“Don’t tell me!!”

Esilia’s sleeves were stained with blood.

“Don’t strain yourself…. I know my body best… Haha…. Damn, more than that… What happened to those miscellaneous things that got on my boat… ?”

“They are both dead. I decapitated one and threw the other into the sea.”

“What… ?! Crazy… ! What if I throw it… ! This is the deepest sea area… ! You smell blood… ! This includes… Cooler huh… !!”

Before Panvano could speak, a huge sound vibrated. It was different from the sound of thunder or the sound of the sea. Death Knight got up. My stomach rumbled more violently than before. A strange sound came from the sea. It was as if the waves were animated by each other. The hunger of the sea, which smelled the blood, made its appearance. KrakenKraken. It was the horror of the abyss that was 100 cubits.

The tentacles that seemed to grab the waves soon rushed to grab the boat. The largest tentacles coiled around the mainmast. Panvano kicked and laughed.

“Ha… I’m sorry… Fuck…. Because of me, even you guys are following me….”

“Why is that because of the elders!! Sorry…. Sorry…. Because of me… ! Because of me… ! Hehehe… !”

“Damn it…. It’s my fault for not even protecting the passengers on my boat….”

Death Knight grabbed the Partizan that was on her back. The head of the Kraken was shown, led by the huge tentacles that wrapped around its belly. His round mouth was packed with sharp teeth. Watching the dinner, the Kraken salivated. His tongue was sticking out of the Kraken’s mouth. Death Knight did not allow that.

Panvano forgot his condition. A sound louder than thunder, louder than the tsunami of the sea, shook him in all directions. What I saw in front of my eyes was the smashed mainmast, the Kraken’s huge tentacles, and the falling Kraken’s corpse. He just blinked.

Death Knight opened his mouth and then said something like a mumble.

“… I’m sorry, I tried not to damage the ship as much as possible even when dealing with uninvited guests… In the end, this is how it works.”

“Crazy… kuk kuk… ! What are you… ? A guy who can take down a Kraken in one blow… I hadn’t even heard of that….”

The Death Knight blinked once in her eyes. He decided to tell He chose to pay homage to this old man who had followed the sea his whole life as he himself followed chivalry.

“Zerpied Lim Sedbaigal.”

Panvano smiled.

“Alive… death… ? Cuuuuu… ! Great… !”

“… Aren’t you resentful of me?”

“Me? Why? Because of the life-and-death war? Don’t fuck…. I wasn’t even born then… ! Great… ! It’s the best I’ve ever seen… ! A living death… ! I’ve seen so many things…. The Great War of the Ancient Demon God…. The deepest trench…. I also saw the tombstone of a nameless nation in the Age of Transcendence on a remote island….”

The Death Knight’s body flinched. It was a will.

“I’ve never seen anything as great as you….”

The old man’s eyes were clear. At the moment of his death, the old man’s eyes were stronger than ever.

“Now… I can go back…. My wife and… To his son…. I can tell you the adventure story of my life…. When I go back… The rest of my body… Give it to the sea…. To my family…. In my hometown…. The blue osprey…. Give it to the sailor who wants it…. Hey… living death. You now… You know how to key…. Surely the living death can’t do that… ? The Eastern Continent….”

Death Knight grabbed the old man’s hand. Panvano laughed.

“Of course.”

“Yes…. I’m glad… In the end, I left one disciple behind….”

Panvano exhaled lightly.

The sailor who spent his life at sea returned to the sea.