The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

68. You protected me

68.

-Quad Deuk – !

The hooves of the great courser crushed the grass in the meadow. Esilia tightly closed her eyes and wrapped the Death Knight’s cape around her body even more strongly. She opened her eyes only after hearing the sound of several splashes. The scenery was changing rapidly.

The rain, which had been a bit strong, was pouring down hard.

The rain did not fall from top to bottom, but seemed to fall from front to back. It was partly because it was pouring so hard, but most of it was the speed of the headless horse galloping like crazy.

The wind blowing from the side felt like a small storm. It feels like my skin is about to tear if I stay still. Ecilia felt fear because she radiated such bloodiness.

Cilia put her hand on the Death Knight’s back to convey her expression of going a little slower. She couldn’t speak out loud. In the midst of such a strong rainstorm and the clatter of horses’ hooves, you would hear nothing but the two of them. And the moment he put her hand on her, Esilia was startled.

The Death Knight was trembling.

The saintess was surprised not only because he was trembling. Not befitting that large body, the tremors were too weak.

She was well aware of the tremor. She had never seen herself fall like that.

It was like when a small child shivered while crying.

The saintess moved her hand on her armor. Unable to communicate with her words, she pounded hard on her armor. Are you okay, why are you floating like that, why are you floating so sadly?

There was no answer.

-Quad Deuk – !

Only the sound of the horse’s hoofs without a head was the answer. The sound of the horses’ hooves grew louder and louder. It was proof that he was increasing his speed. Accordingly, the Death Knight’s trembling became even stronger. The Death Knight didn’t even seem to notice her hand gestures. What the hell is she running from?

‘Run away?’

The saintess flinched at her body once. She couldn’t figure out why she felt that way. However, the Death Knight’s attitude was very similar to that of a person running away. No, it was the same. The saintess raised her head and saw Zer Pied’s broad back. The saintess leaned her body against the back of the Death Knight. She asked questions all over.

‘Why are you shaking so much? What is it that makes you fall so sadly? Are you all right?’

In an instant, the scene from a few hours ago entered her mind. Blood in all directions. Even though she was already dead, Jer Peed continued to ovulate their corpses even after she dried them up. It was more like an act of erasing their existence than slaughter. Death Knight was sucking all of their blood and flesh into the shadows while making eggs.

Escelia closed her eyes tightly. The saintess focused on asking the silent question again.

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‘What are you running from? What the hell… Are you scared?’

As expected, there was no answer. The speed of the headless horse increases even more. The Death Knight’s tremors also grew stronger. The saintess made the Death Knight lean on her body with all her might. It’s a ridiculous expression. Since the Death Knight is still, it would be appropriate to say that she leaned on her body. But she thought that the saintess would have liked him to lean on.

She thought that if his tremors had subsided with just that, she wished the saintess did.

The weather was getting more and more violent. The sky was not only raining, but also thunder and lightning.

-Quarreureung – !

With a savage roar, cracks appeared in the skin of the sky. Through the pure white light created by the cracks, large figures standing on the other side of the meadow came into the saintess’ field of vision. The members of the group were all gigantic, if not as big as Zerphied. The moment the saintess caught sight of the crowd, they charged at her headless horse.

‘…… !!’

Escelia opened her mouth in amazement. She raised her head. Did the knight see the crowd? The speed at which the Death Knight rode her horse was still the same. And there was no slight movement other than trembling. Zerfied was constantly galloping forward.

The direction the group was approaching was to their right. The speed at which the headless horse ran was incredible. It was to the extent that the grass in the meadow looked like a continuous green wave. The group of giants probably didn’t know that, but rather than running straight to the headless horse, they were running in the direction the headless horse was running in advance.

If you keep going like this, you will run into that group rushing at you. The saintess hurriedly called the Death Knight to break her throat. But she was to no avail. It seems that the only sounds allowed in this space are thunder, rain, and horseshoes.

-Quarreureung – !

She once again revealed the vision of lightning. It had only been a few seconds, but the distance between the group had noticeably increased.

In an instant, the saintess realized her nonsense.

Now the speed of the headless horse is beyond imagination. It’s to the point where the surrounding landscapes are not three-dimensional, but plane-like. However, now those people are trying to catch up with the headless horse. Although, it is not completely catching up and is going ahead of the expected point that the horse will reach, but that much has already surpassed the human category.

Suddenly, the figures were right next to them.

Only after she got there did the saintess know the identities of the human spirits. Huge body, thick and stiff muscles that resemble a person, but at a glance they are not human. A mouth that protrudes forward just to crush bones and flesh.

OgreOrge.

The ogres hesitated a little at the horse’s identity when they came right next to them, but they charged again without hesitation. Even though it looked grotesque, it seemed to think that since there was only one opponent, it would be able to subdue and eat it.

“Koo-wo-oh-!”

An ogre raised a wooden club high. It’s so thick that it’s not made by carving a tree, but it looks like it’s been pulled out of a whole tree.

‘Knight…… !’

Escelia closed her eyes as she shouted into her heart her death knight, her heart bursting. Until that moment, the Death Knight didn’t seem to notice her ogre and didn’t respond. As her body trembled, Celia opened her eyes a little, wondering that she couldn’t hear the sound of shock she was expecting.

The gallop of the headless horse stopped.

The club was gone. And the club was held in the Death Knight’s right hand. Along with the ogre’s right arm. Auger understood the situation. The ogre tried to scream. And the club jammed her mouth shut. I just wish I was a little over exaggerated. Beyond covering her mouth, the ogre’s head itself had exploded.

The other four ogres flinched at the sound of the flesh that could be heard clearly even in the sound of heavy rain. But as soon as one of the four roared, the ogres fired up their fighting spirit. The four clubs soared high into the sky and charged at them simultaneously. Death Knight did not move much. He just swung the arm of the ogre he was holding.

The ogre’s arm was stiff as it was still holding the club. As a result, it helped increase the length of the club. With the sound of ribs grinding to pieces, the leftmost ogre flew away. It became an ogre’s corpse, spraying his blood from his side.

The corpse of a large kin collided with terrifying speed. It was a boulder of almost the same shape and weight. In turn, the ogres on the left and right turned into corpses one by one.

Reddish blood stained the Death Knight’s armor.

Death Knight didn’t even pay attention to the ogre’s corpse. He immediately sucked flesh and blood into the shadows, then began to advance his horse again.

The saintess gasped for breath. The carnage that took place in seconds made her unable to calm her mind. The saintess attached her body to the Death Knight’s armor. Her body was trembling.

No. It’s not that her body trembles. She was gasping for breath. This trembling was seeping from the armor she was clinging to.

The Death Knight was still trembling.

The saintess looked up at him blankly, blinking her eyes. Her lightning bolt once cut everywhere. Everything she thought was rainwater on her armor was blood. The Death Knight didn’t seem to recognize that he had blood on him. The saintess made the Death Knight lean on her. Please, I hope this trembling will stop.

After that, there were several encounters with ogres or worms.

The action has become more concise.

Death Knight did not build a course. He caught one of the swarming creatures and used it as a weapon. The kinsmen thrown with formidable power were truly fighting weapons.

When the Death Knight and the saintess reached the port city of Perryburn at the southern tip of the continent, they believed that Zerpiede’s armor had passed through an area of blood instead of rain.

“I… article….”

It was before the saintess had finished her words. The Death Knight stood still at a distance from the entrance of the ferry. In the rain at his tracking distance, he left his body alone. When his blood was washed away, he undid his armor and sent back his headless horse. And he proceeded little by little, shielding his saint from the rain with his own body.

However, the saintess did not know if he was sane. Judging from the way she showed herself from earlier, his movements seemed almost obligatory. His hair was soaked with rain and drooped. Rainwater ran down his body.

The saintess seemed to be crying. He was crying with his body.

When they passed through the doorway. The guards were frightened and let them in as if they were refugees. That’s because the Death Knight was wet. He quickly searched the alleys and finally found an inn. Most of her roamed by her saintess herself, and the Death Knight just followed her. The saintess kept looking back to see if the Death Knight standing idly by would lose her way.

Because of the pouring rain, even the saintess became like a wet mouse. After hurriedly dispelling suspicion with money from the middle-aged female owner, who had been suspicious of whether she was a beggar, she went up to the room.

After removing the moisture from her body, she looked at the Death Knight standing in the middle of her room. The saintess quietly approached and called him.

“Knight.”

At the sound coming from directly below, the Death Knight shuddered. For a moment he couldn’t understand the situation. The saintess slowly knelt down. Then she whispered.

“Lie down.”

The saintess tapped her own knee.

“…… What?”

Only then did the saintess laugh at her proper answer.

“Lie down.”

The saintess pulled his trembling arm. With all too easy, and unbecoming for his size, he moved gently and laid her head on her saintess’s lap. The saintess stroked her hair with the same movement as in the Mage Tower. Slowly and gently. Pat Pat. Right above her, the whispers of her saintess were heard.

“When I was young, when I was upset, Ferenia unnie comforted me like this. She told me not to cry while she said. So don’t cry, too, knight.”

“… Are you crying? But I….”

“Why are you so upset? What are you so afraid of? You can tell me everything.”

Death Knight could not speak. The saintess gently stroked his hair.

“Even if I look like this, am I a saint?”

After a while, I heard his words. It was like a moan.

“…… Scary Maybe what I wanted all my life wasn’t right in the end. I’m afraid I’ll see in the end that it wasn’t right…….”

‘Captain, I think it’s an honor to run with you. Everyone will think so.’

‘In the end we… I couldn’t keep my oath.’

‘What the hell… The leader… How can they exist like that?’

He clenched his teeth. The saintess carefully examined him. It was hard to understand what he was saying. She remembered what happened after the battle with the demons in Rephaim Forest. Even back then, the escort knight said things that were hard to understand. The Death Knight’s mouth opened again.

“And… It was hard to bear that you ended up being insulted….”

Upon hearing that, the saintess opened her eyes wide and smiled.

“But you protected me in the end, didn’t you?”

Jer Pied, who was burying her face in Celia’s lap, raised her eyes and looked at her saintess. The saintess’ soft eye smile fell on him. Laughter, not rain or blood.

“You protected me?”

“Yes, you protected me.”

‘In the end we… I couldn’t keep my oath.’

The saintess spoke again.

“You protected me.”

Death Knight looked at her eyes and nodded her head blankly. He slowly closed his eyes. The soft breathing of the saintess settled in his ears. There was no sound of heavy rain pounding on her window.