The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

56. Let’s go break that dick

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Death Knight felt the power to hold onto the hem of her own sleeve grew stronger. She trembled and shook her hand, which the saintess had gripped the hem of her sleeve. Beside her stood a human woman who seemed to have just come of age and an elf man in his mid-twenties, ready to rush at her.

It was difficult to say that both of them were properly dressed. Behind her, a troll woman in her late thirties stood with her back against the building wall, her eyes piercingly lit.

He glanced away slightly to take a closer look at them. In the eyes of the two men and women, a strong desire to capture them burned. The desire was close to madness. Zer Pied pulled the hem of her own sleeve from her Eccilia’s hand and grabbed her hand.

Celia lifted her head in a flash. The saintess’ big eyes trembled. The Death Knight gave strength to her hand and silently walked in front of her.

As the saintess and death knight stubbornly passed them by, the two men and women were at a loss for what to do with expressions mixed with shock and bewilderment. The troll woman, who had been watching the scene closely, muttered as she spat on the pavement.

“Fuck, sales go up only when a girl like that would be nice to tease her waist. The skin is also good.”

It was a murmur that could not be considered very loud. But obviously, the target was towards Esilia. As long as she knew that they wouldn’t come into her hands anyway, she was openly revealing her desire for Esilia. The human man in the store next to her accepted the troll woman’s words and gave a chuckle.

“That’s right. Looking at it now, you’re short, but your body isn’t like that, right? Damn, if I hugged a bitch like that, I wouldn’t have another wish.”

It was a quiet confrontation. Horses of his kind flew here and there. Serna, who was walking with her, said in a slightly puzzled tone.

“Those damn things…. Damn, ignore it It won’t do us any good to make a fuss here.”

Cilia nodded her head. No, it was an illusion. Her whole body shuddered and trembled as if she were nodding her head. Perhaps that shuddering was the saintess’ own effort to nod her head against her low-level harassing. Now the shuddering had begun to spill over into her crying. Zer Pied felt the hands that held her tremble pitifully.

He didn’t offer much consolation. Death Knight just strongly pulled Esilia towards herself. Surprisingly, the saintess was dragged by the Death Knight and clung to him. The saintess looked up at him with her wide-open eyes in shock that was far more intense than the one she had experienced before.

The bloody eyes of the escort knight looking straight ahead shimmered up there. The saintess looked into the eyes of the escort knight for a moment, then she leaned halfway over him and walked. The escort knight silently supported his lady with his body.

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It was about 30 minutes later that the Death Knight, the saint, the witch and the gnomes escaped the brothel area. Sexual harassment was not confined to the saints. As they passed every shop, blatant harassment fell upon the group, probably knowing they wouldn’t be using it anyway.

When he heard his flirtation with his wife’s breasts, he had to fight back when he almost killed the bastard. Even for such a ball tree, a woman of the same tribe said that she would use his lower body properly anyway, and that woman would not be able to use it properly anyway.

Zerpied was much more outspoken. They even caught up with Esilia who was with them and made fun of him. That bitch is so small, but he asked if he could properly fuck it, and even though he looked big at first glance, he said he couldn’t even get it in his mouth properly.

There were various kinds of harassment, such as saying that even though he was big, he didn’t seem to have eyes for women. Eccilia flinched and shuddered at each such tease. She wept with her body. Every time that happened, Zer Pied put a little more strength into the hand that held her saintess.

Upon exiting her back alley, Escelia was finally able to breathe the breath she had been holding back. Suddenly, the air rushed into her lungs, and her breath seemed to poke her insides. Her small body leaned against the Death Knight’s huge body and shook her body.

Zerpied withdrew his gaze from Ecilia and glanced at Serna. Her young witch was hugging her own husband and stroking her hair. Perhaps it was her own way of calming down. Zer Pied left her saintess to lean her body against him as she wished, and spoke to her witch.

“How about taking a break here for a while? I think it will be difficult to go further without everyone calming down.”

Voltri nervously agreed. He said, nodding his head.

“Good. Damn, I can’t do it without thinking about it. “

Serna didn’t say anything. She just stroked her husband’s hair harder. But it was clear that she agreed. Having received both tacit and explicit consent, Zerfied stood there and glanced around the center of El Carnidel, which had just begun to enter. Refined buildings still towering terrifyingly high block the view.

It is difficult to find the individuality of the buildings. Although Diervan’s buildings had similar appearances, it was literally similar, not all identical.

But here in El Carnidel, all the buildings are the same. The height, the size of the windows, even their arrangements and spacing. As befits a city created by wizards who gave their all to research, it seems to contain their paranoid madness.

The color scheme of the buildings is all dull black. Red lights were placed inside, as if to indicate that only a brothel was a brothel. That it was the only personality to be found made Zerfied feel something odd.

He gave up trying to figure out the information. It is a repetition of buildings that seem to have been embodied in three dimensions by twisting jet-black surfaces with magic. Just looking at it makes me feel tired. Instead, he focused on people walking down the street.

Fortunately, people managed to have their own personalities. It was the same that they all had expressionless faces, but as if they wanted to, they didn’t all wear the same clothes and move in formation. He heard Serna’s quiet voice. It seemed to have calmed down now.

“You have to be more careful from here on out. The kids here are the ones who were allowed to live comfortably in the center of this place by providing test subjects to the Mage Tower guys.”

“…… Then all these people….”

“Oh, that’s not it. The Mage Tower guys didn’t form a group systematically. Because they are young people who think that competition will bring them higher results. The people here are not part of a unified group. It is highly likely that the factions are divided. The closer you get to the Mage Tower in the center, the better they must be at hunting test subjects.”

As Zer Pied was nodding his head profusely, he noticed a peculiar kind of people. He was a man walking slowly down the street wearing a robe that was long enough to drag on the ground.

They traveled alone, or some in pairs. But there was no conversation. Because the robe was pressed down deeply, it was difficult to determine the gender, race, or age. Zerfied looked at Serna.

Serna nodded her head and spoke with her mouth.

‘That’s right, a wizard.’

Zerpied nodded gracefully. Then, the sound of Esilia catching her breath came. Zer Pied immediately turned her head in that direction.

“Are you okay?”

At his question, the saintess smiled. The corners of her mouth were still quivering, but she was still smiling. It was a bright smile like the sun. She couldn’t help but stand out. In the dull darkness, she was shining. Death Knight couldn’t understand why she was able to smile like that even in this situation. Death Knight asked again.

“Are you okay?”

Cilia nodded her head.

“… Don’t overdo it. If you’re not completely fine yet, take a break and then move on….”

“No.”

It was a surprisingly clear voice. It was a voice so hard to believe that it was in the middle of the whirlwind of the whirlwind. The saintess blinked her eyes once. She looked straight at her own escort knight.

Bright red and blue eyes stared into his bloody eyes. For a moment he thought he was looking at the sunlight.

He looked up at the sky. But the sky is still gloomy, and even if a single ray of sunlight manages to reach it, it will be stabbed by tall, sharp buildings and will crumble before reaching them.

“Keep going.”

The saintess whispered to the Death Knight.

“Just a while ago, I left it alone.”

She raised her body from her bow.

“They were shaking. I was scared. I’m not there because I want to. I am… I had to, but I couldn’t. I was scared too…. Like those old people… I left it again.”

Her eyes burned. It was like the sun floating in the blue sky. She looked straight at her mage tower. She looked at the building that bizarrely divided the world into two. The saintess said. It was still a small whisper, but she sounded so strangely accurate to him.

“I want to save it. Will save So that no one suffers anymore.”

Death Knight seemed to have vaguely realized something. It was a fragment of something that he felt in In the Central Continent. He could only stare blankly at Ecilia. The saintess smiled and raised her head to him. It was really like sunshine.

“Let’s go, driver. Let’s go break that fucking thing. And bring us what we find.”

At that content, Zerpied couldn’t help but laugh.

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