The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

55. To live, to shed tears over the fact

55.

The criterion for dividing the world is often horizontal. Earth and sky, sky and sea, sea and land. Every standard in the world presents a standard to prove itself through competition where one magnificence is not inferior to another. However, here in El Carnaidel, such common sense does not work.

The standard here is yourself. In order to prove that you are yourself, you do not present a standard that exists only when there is a partner, commonly called the horizon or horizon, like the earth and the sky, the sky and the sea, and the sea and the land. Your own standards are enough.

So the criterion for El Carnaidel is the height. He builds up his own standards and proves to everyone that he is the only proof of himself. Just as people around the world call the world’s standard the horizon or the horizon, people around the world call El Carnaidel’s standard this way.

Magic Tower.

Death Knight glared at the standard of El Kar Nidel. It was the first mage tower I had ever seen in this era. A strange familiarity flowed through him. The shape of the mage tower is diverse. Due to the detailed differences of the members of the Mage Tower, things other than the basic form of the tower are various. Because the important thing to magicians is themselves. Other things don’t matter.

Therefore, two paradoxical feelings of unfamiliar familiarity existed in Zerpied. The unfamiliarity that the magic tower, the representative noun of uniqueness, takes on a familiar shape, and the familiarity that the shape is similar to . However, the magic tower he saw was taller and wider than . That frozen spire is only for witches, but the magic tower is a multi-use facility.

Three people pulled him out of the strange feeling that was wrapped up in strange feelings.

“That…… It’s a magic tower. That wizards study the mysteries of distorting reality….”

“That shit isn’t broken and it’s doing well. It looks like a real dick and it looks like a long one.”

“… Serna, lower your voice and talk. This is El Carnidel. Everyone will look at you strangely if you insult the Magic Tower in a place like this.”

“Damn it, swearing is originally supposed to feed a gourd when the target is in front of you….”

But Serna didn’t argue with Voltri’s words anymore. She nodded her head. After confirming that Zerfied and Esilia had come up, Voltry carefully closed the drain cover.

As he closed the lid, Zerfied turned his gaze to where they were. Their location was deep in the back alleys of the city. It’s a back alley, but it’s rather a place so deep that even the homeless, the residents of the back alley, can’t see it.

It was a place where only the gloomy shadows of tall buildings rolled around like corpses. He looked up and saw the towering buildings. As Serna said that the Impeller was made as an extension of El Kar Nidel, the overall impression was similar to the Impeller. Stylish buildings fill the view from above. However, like the magic tower, the scale is just much bigger.

“Fortunately, it seems to have come at the right time. He is also my husband How many years have you been here and still remember the location? I don’t remember any of them.”

“You were passed out then.”

Serna giggled at Vol Tree’s words as if she was being ridiculous and a bit fed up, and then looked around. She then immediately turned her head to Zerpie Ed and Ecilia. Unlike her just before, she couldn’t find a smile on her face.

“Now we are inside El Car Nydel. To be honest, we can’t say for sure from here on out. Again, each person takes their own life.”

Zer Pied eloquently, Esilia nodded her head slightly nervously. Seeing the action, Serna said.

“Okay, then let’s go.”

–

As we started to pass through the back alleys of El Carneidel, the vagueness became more and more clear. The things that were thought to be simply shimmering according to the light shining from the hazy sky were tramps or tramps lying in the shadows. Ecilia almost screamed at the sight of it. She wasn’t surprised to see the bums themselves.

The look of the vagabonds she saw was scruffy. Shrewdness is a basic requirement of the definition of bum, but now they are just lying on the side of the road. Like corpses, they were strewn about.

Only the bizarre sound of breathing and the occasional jerking of the body were asserting that they were not corpses. Sometimes she would claim to be alive that way, with a faint smell of grime wafting into the air.

It was a shock the saintess had never seen before. The people of Charcot, though scruffy, did not spread themselves out in any way, and the sick in the Great Forest, though neglected, certainly had things like bedding.

Haven’t even a nameless village with only the elderly prepared a place to sleep, blankets, and toilets? But right now, the homeless people have no place to go to the toilet, so they just solve it on the spot? Seeing her tremble, Serna said in passing.

“Don’t be too surprised. If you are surprised here, what are you going to do next?”

At Serna’s words, Ecilia said as if in a fit.

“Why is this here? Are you not doing any city management? Even if it is not a central area, as long as people live, there will always be a place where food, clothing and shelter are provided to some extent. But, here it is just… Just….”

‘It’s a place strewn about like corpses.’

The saintess did not dare to utter those words. Because if she said that, she would admit that the people here aren’t really living people, they’re only dying people, in fact they’re no different from the dead. Ecilia tried to calm herself by swallowing her saliva a few times.

“Because there is no reason to care.”

“… Yes?”

It was Voltri, not Serna, who answered Esilia’s words. Voltry spit out those words after looking at the tramps on the street with a slightly gloomy and at the same time nervous look. It sounded that way, as if the words were spitting her spit on the floor, as if to express her own displeasure.

“The back alleys here are not places where people who have not seen the light of day live. It’s just a graveyard-like place where people gather because they don’t have the energy to live anymore. And the Magic Tower doesn’t pay any attention to such people. Not having the energy to live means that they can’t be a hand in supplying materials for themselves, and there is no reason to take care of such people.”

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It was quite a nervous tone, but as he said earlier, Voltri’s voice was very careful, fearing that someone would hear it. Ecilia grabbed her trembling wrist with her other hand. She threw her gaze away casually. At that time, my eyes met with a tramp.

No, it might just be her misunderstanding that they met. The tramp had unfocused eyes that he couldn’t even tell where he was looking. Her eyelids, which slowly closed and opened, she said it was not a corpse.

‘Would I be able to look like that someday?’

In an instant, a goose bump ran down my spine. Ecilia was startled. She couldn’t know

‘What the hell was I thinking?’

She felt her breathing quicken. Esilia hurriedly raised her head and saw the giant Death Knight walking next to her. It was a sharp and blunt gaze, and a stiff gesture. Ecilia felt relieved by those things.

Her saintess crouched and snuggled closer to her own escort knight. Jer Peed stared blankly at her as she suddenly came closer. Ecilia didn’t say anything in Zerfied’s gaze.

With her gaze in front of her, she reached out her tiny hand and grabbed the hem of her escort knight’s sleeve. Zerfied watched it quietly, then looked forward again. He said nothing. He simply allowed his own lady to take hold of the hem of his sleeve.

–

As we left the back alley little by little, the figures of tramps who had been sleeping ‘as if dead’ covered by the shadows began to disappear little by little. Some people started to appear on the side of the road. Like a city you know well, it started to become lively. Certainly it could be called vigor. In any case, isn’t the act of creating life a ‘vigorous’ act?

The buildings lined up along the street were dotted with flickering red lights. All of them were so bright and flashy that it made my head dizzy. With every breath you took in, a spicy scent mixed in. It was less than the musty smell of the back alley that had just been there, but it was equally uncomfortable. Serna muttered, frowning her face.

“Sorry, but I had no choice but to go out to the city center. This is the fastest place.”

“This is… What… It’s where… ?”

Ecilia felt her stomach tingle at the fragrance, which could be described as explosive rather than fragrant. Each time she took a breath she felt sick to her stomach. She tried to get her breathing right. At Esilia’s words, Serna clicked her tongue.

“The brothel.”

At that moment, Essilia felt all her nausea and dizziness disappear. No, it would be more appropriate to say that the shock was intense enough that she forgot about it. Here? You mean a brothel? She trembled and looked around her. Serna stopped her.

“Don’t look around. Just look ahead and walk. It’s not a particularly large area, but there’s nothing good to look around.”

The saintess nodded at her shudder. Still, when she looked around, the saintess was able to take a rough look at the situation. She had many of those who leaned against the wall like Impellier. An orc woman began to scan them quite openly. Then she turned around and went inside the building, where the red light leaked out.

After a while, after a time that could be called almost immediately, a female elf came out of the building the orc woman had entered. The saintess couldn’t believe the sight. The clothes she was wearing as an elf were things she couldn’t quite call clothes.

She didn’t compare to the swimsuit she wore or the slip Serna wore. It was a dress that completely violated the definition of clothes, which were made just to show off skin. Not quite as much as her Serna, but her fairly tall elf seemed to be impatient to show off her skin when it already showed off her own. The elf moved closer to them, licking her lips lightly with her tongue.

There was no weirdness or excitement in her. Rather, the gesture of the female elf approaching her while making fun of her waist was vulgar. Ecilia shook her head. She was blurry on the fair skin of a female elf, but she could find scars. She Cilia made her want to cry.

“Ignore it. I said, but there is nothing good to see.”

It was Serna’s quiet words.

“I….”

Her elf came closer and spoke to her cautiously, but her party did not pay attention to her. As she passed by, the elf continued to follow and began to speak. ‘That chest is too big! It would be really nice to touch it!’, ‘Ah, is it because women don’t have good-looking men? Do not worry! There’s more to come inside… !’ With no response, her elf’s words became more and more like screams.

“Please don’t go! No results at all! If I go on like this, I won’t get anything today!!”

Seeing her like that, she probably thought she had a chance. In other buildings, orcs and trolls with slender, muscular bodies, short dwarves with firm breasts and buttocks, and humans with soft skin came out and asked them to ‘woo’. ‘. It seemed sad that everyone felt joy. And they also changed similarly to the reaction of the elves they met before.

The saintess just walked on in silence, somehow letting her screaming cries reach her ears. She held back the fact that she wanted to shed tears.