The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 158

40. The Trackers Again (2)

I ran frantically, looking everywhere. Thanks to the darkness of dawn, fortunately I didn’t run into anyone.

Then, I found a dark space behind a warehouse and laid Atalante there.

“Hajak-heuk—”

The group that followed took a deep breath and put the elder’s body on the floor. His whole body was covered in sweat from carrying the body.

I took off Atalanta’s belt, secured an airway, and looked back at the group.

“Why did you do that?”

“yes?”

“Why did you kill him?”

Moongchwi wiped the sweat from his forehead and blinked for a moment.

“I’m trying to be a horse slave.”

“Speak up? You said you were going to scream?”

“yes.”

“Then you just have to suppress it. I didn’t even have to kill him.”

“Eh…

the guy’s expression blurred.

“Are you going to answer me?”

“…to that old man?”

“yes yes.”

“Why are you asking such a thing all of a sudden?”

In response to my question, he tilted his head with his face slightly blurred.

“If you’re going to give me an answer, then you don’t have to give it to me.”

“……what?”

He tried to explain something, but I couldn’t understand him because his Milanese was so bad.

However, judging from the bewildered expression and the nuance of the words, Mung-chi did not seem to understand the concept of ‘you must not kill people’ itself.

My bones were pounding, and I unconsciously let out a sigh.

“ha. Okay, let’s talk later.”

“Eh yes…

I ignored the wad that was watching me with a sullen face and looked at Atalante lying on the floor.

A blood test was performed and fortunately nothing appeared to be wrong. I was worried because my mouth was bleeding, but I only bit the inside of my cheek trying to hold back the pain, but it wasn’t that my intestines were damaged.

…Now what?

We killed Atalanta’s clan elder. Murder was murder regardless of whether he was an innocent victim or not. Post-processing was never going to be easy.

“Umm-”

Atalanta groaned after thinking for a while. A frown with eyes closed seemed to be about to happen.

After roughly organizing my thoughts, I hurriedly approached Mungchi and quietly ordered it.

“I’m going to the Yeongju Hall.”

“yes?”

“I’ll take care of this, so you should go to Yeongju.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Shh. Go quickly.”

The group, closed and closed, disappeared into the darkness.

And how long has it been? Atalanta opened her eyes slowly. Amber eyes blink slowly.

“…nicks? it’s you?”

“Atalante.”

“Why are you here?”

She raised her upper body and cupped her forehead as if suffering from a hangover.

“Okay.”

” are you okay?”

“…uh no.”

After groaning for a while, Atalanta suddenly raised her hand as if she had a good idea.

“Can I touch your butt?”

“…what bullshit are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“I want you to touch my ass. I think it will be a little better then.”

It was a wonderful bullshit that relieved tension.

As I silently frowned, she clicked her tongue in regret and brushed her gray hair.

“But what the hell is this situation?”

“that is.”

I started to explain, scratching my eyebrows.

“…therefore.”

Atalanta opened her mouth with a confused expression.

“You found us by chance on a walk? All in all, while Maurio was torturing me?”

“that’s right.”

When I quietly nodded, she burst out laughing.

“And you said you killed that Maurio?”

“…that was a mistake. I was only thinking of fainting.”

“The corpse?”

“I brought it.”

When I pointed in the direction where the elder’s corpse was, Atalanta staggered to his feet and went towards it.

“…

Complex emotions crept across her face as she looked down at Maurio. Around astonishment, anger, sadness, relief, and joy were entangled in a mess.

“… Fate is like this…

Standing blankly in front of the corpse, Atalanta muttered something to herself. I added words to her as if to make an excuse.

“I thought you would be framed if I left it as is. So for now”

“Nothing like that.”

“……what?”

“I cannot kill a member of Asun. It’s a fact that the entire clan knows.”

Atalanta got down on one knee and rummaged in Maurio’s arms.

I quietly watched her and took out the bar I was guessing.

“You are cursed.”

“…it’s not a curse. A kind of ban.”

“taboo? What ban?”

“I don’t know exactly.”

She continued, taking a purse and jewellery.

“I got it when I was very young. Six or seven years old? I don’t even remember.”

“Who made the ban? Your elders?”

“huh.”

…It’s a taboo that the elders put on when they were very young. I’m just getting a feeling.

Atalanta felt the elder’s neck and narrowed her brows slightly.

“Did you use a rope?”

“…rope? Ah- yes. I used a rope.”

“Ehh.”

She seemed to have noticed something, but she snorted and raised her eyebrows and didn’t question anything.

Atalanta reached for the pendant hanging around Maurio’s neck. The moment her fingertips touched the dark green jewel.

profit!

York:

As if touching a hot fireball, Atalanta burned her fingertips. Gritting her teeth, she threw the pendant on the floor and trampled it in one breath with her leather boot.

shred!

The dark green jewel in the pendant simply shattered like a glass marble. Then, with the sound of the wind blowing, the mana dissipates…

“Ha ha.”

Atalanta let out a sigh, not sure if it was a laugh or a sigh.

“Wasn’t that a magic tool? Can I just break it like that?”

“…I know.”

Amber eyes turned to me. The turbulent emotions were clearly conveyed through that gaze.

“I just moved without thinking.”

“Did you break the ban?” Atalanta smiled and shook her head.

“no. Other elders have the same thing as that. The ban is far from lifted.”

Contrary to the content, there was a certain freshness in her voice.

I quietly scratched my eyebrows.

“…I have no idea how this works. Please explain what is what.”

“okay. But before that.”

Without saying “Oh”, she suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged my neck.

Then they hugged her tightly and kissed her.

“Hey, what are you doing all of a sudden?”

I grabbed her by the shoulder and tried to push her away, but Atalanta pulled me forcibly, dyeing her hair purple.

His muscular strength increased by leaps and bounds…

It was clear that he had activated the ‘Power of the Void’, a rank 1 skill in the Void series.

“Ah Atalanta wait”

“Shut up and congratulate me.”

“Congratulations-”

She was about to devour me from the lips. I felt like I was insane.

Atalanta was emitting purple eyes, but somehow I was able to read the emotions there.

liberation and guilt. excitement and fear.

These are emotions that seem to be insanity at first glance, not enough to be elevated.

The purple light from the vision was dispelling the surrounding darkness. A situation where you could be caught by the guards of the wooden fence…

…Eh.

I pressed Atalanta’s lips tightly together, holding her with my left arm and holding her up with my right hand. Then he went over to the warehouse he was standing on his back and inserted a blade through the crack in the door and cut off the bolt.

In one corner of the warehouse, which was forced open, there was a pile of hay for feeding the horses. After pushing Atalanta over it, he closed the warehouse door again. The cut bolts were replaced by hrunting.

There was one quirk.

He performed all sorts of strange tricks, was uncanny, and was ignorant of world affairs.

The Nude people who encountered Gein worshiped him as a demigod and offered a shaman to get his seed.

Giin disappeared as suddenly as when he first appeared after giving birth to a shaman. He left one prophecy for everyone and one message for the shaman only.

The child born that way was Atilia. According to Gein’s prophecy, he was a child who would save the nation.

As a daughter of Gein, Atilia learned one of his many talents from a very young age. It was the power of vision.

The elders of the Al Qadari clan trembled with anxiety as they watched Atilia grow up to be extraordinary. It is because she feared that Atilia would disappear suddenly like her father.

Around that time, the shaman died.

She whispered Gein’s message to Atilia and closed her eyes, and the elders gathered in Asun to make a decision. Let’s put a ban on suppressing Atilia’s strength and mind before she grows up.

The clan chiefs and elders were given the reins to control Atilia and became her parents. The satisfaction of playing the role of a demigod was a bonus.

Around the time Attilia, who had become the best warrior of the clan both in name and reality, celebrated her 23rd birthday, the Al Qadari clan was passing through Multingham, the capital of the Marbar region.

It wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t anything special either.

It was very natural for the Nudin people to wander, and the central and southern regions with a mild climate and good public sentiment were a particularly preferred stopover.

So the al-Qadari clans used to pass through Multingham once every two or three years to trade or sell their goods.

The journey that went by on a daily basis comes with an unexpected offer. It was a proposal from

Count Tristan, the owner of Marva .

-Baron Mallory, my vassal and lord of Longville, goes mad. Help my son, Doyle, to retrieve the territory.

It was practically an order, but the reward was sweet.

It was because the Earl had promised in person that he would bestow a manor near Multingham if he had finished his work and prepared an appropriate amount of gold and silver.

Concerned, the Count even prepared documents notarized by the church, and Asun immediately accepted the offer.

The elders entrusted the clan’s elite warriors to Atilia, excluding the ‘Hareskis (guards guarding Asun)’.

Doyle Mullin, the second son of Count Tristan, was notorious for being a quick-witted but arrogant brat.

Its notoriety was so great that when Count Tristan’s eldest son died young, dozens of vassals appealed to the Count to appoint his sister rather than Doyle as his successor.

Doyle, who had been deprived of the heir position by his sister Clarissa, was watching for an opportunity while carving resentment into his bones.

In the meantime, he heard Baron Mallory’s crazy proclamation and went to Count Tristan to make an earnest request. ‘If you’re not going to hand over the Countess, let me eat Longville!’ was his point.

Count Tristan eventually accepted Doyle’s request. It was because he, who was one of the greatest nobles in the kingdom, was also a weak-hearted father who was in his 50s.

With his father’s support, Doyle prepared several cards. Atilia’s first victory in the hunt was one of those cards.

Atilia, who gave Doyle a useful card after much sacrifice and hard work, considered her mission complete.

However, Doyle demanded that the al-Qadari clan cooperate until Longville was completely occupied, and the elders could not refuse it.

After the agreement was concluded, Doyle and his party decided to spend their travels at the Golden Knife Tavern.

Doil, as usual, hired his servants to drive out all the other guests and then went on a drinking party alone. And, as usual, he couldn’t overcome his lust and broke into the beauty’s room.

The beauty who was invaded in the middle of the night was none other than Atilia, and she beat up Doyle.

Sensing the commotion, the elder Maurio quickly came from the next room and was stunned to see Doyle with a broken nose and chapped lips.

Maurio left the stunned Doyle in the room and dragged Atilia outside.

Then, to cover up this incident, he ordered Doyle to sleep with him.

-Confucius Doil is a spirited person, so if you deeply apologize and serve with sincerity, even a broken nose will be considered a medal. Go and take responsibility for what you did.

Maurio’s bullshit angered Atilia. As the conversation between the two escalated into an argument, Maurio finally took out the ‘golden pendant’.

By the time they left the warehouse after Atalante’s breathless story, the sun was slowly rising in the east.

“Doyle is aiming for the Countess.”

“I heard that the position of successor passed to my younger sister.”

“I’m going to take it back. Because there is a gold mine.”

Atalanta continued by pulling the laces of her boots.

“As soon as we take Longville, we will mobilize all the locals to dig a gold mine.”

“If you mobilize all the villagers, what about farming?”

“It’s food, you just have to buy it.”

“…Well, it’s natural to invest heavily in industries with high added value. But would people who lived as farmers try to work in the gold mine so obediently?”

“Hmm? what are you talking about Of course, it has nothing to do with the will of the local people.”

Her gray hair swayed in the wind and smelled of jasmine. While the red cloth lifted her hair, the fluffy nape of her neck drew attention.

“The plan is to squeeze the territory to the end for 2 or 3 years, collect as much money as possible, and then overturn the territory based on that.”

“In 23 years?”

“Count Tristan will be dead by then.”

“How old is the count, and is he already dead?”

“I must have been a little over fifty.”

“Isn’t fifty the time to be eight and eight? You are a nobleman.”

“It’s not like that, but

after being hit by an arrow by your lord during the Thousand and One Day War and falling off the horse, he’s been gossiping about it all along. My body has become weak from being in prison, so even the priest’s treatment won’t work.”

I am reminded of what Ellen said.

-Are you appointed by Prince Ulkar of the royal family of Zeore, not by other nobles? How many enemies Prince Ulkar has!

I know exactly what you mean. It is said

that during the Thousand and One Days War, he fought against seven great nobles,

captured three and killed two. I am very worried about the journey ahead.

…I have accepted this appointment as a knight for nothing.

While I was grumbling inside, Ah Tallante came over and hugged my neck. and whisper.

“Convince the baroness.”

“……what’?”

“If we hold on like this, the people of Longville will be trampled by Count Tristan’s army, exploited by Doyle, and then marched toward Multingham. The baroness will be killed without a mouse or a bird knowing, or worse.”

A brief kiss passed.

“Promise complete inheritance to the Count and buy time. In the meantime, let the villagers escape to other provinces. The same goes for the Baroness.”

“…I’ll try to talk.”

He grabbed her hand again as he tried to back away.

“Don’t forget that you have other options too.”

“…you mean your manor in Southernshire?”

“Uhhhh*”

Atalanta smiled wryly.

“I told you. It’s too cold and dangerous in the north for the nudes. There are few cities to go up.”

“Still, you don’t have to look at the owner.”

Her smile darkened a little.

“I’ll go.”

“Is it okay if I don’t help?”

I chinned the corpse of the elder Maurio in the corner. Thanks to hearing Atalante’s story, the feeling of guilt disappeared right away.

“are you okay. Because I have a plan.”

Her eyes, which had regained serenity, were stained golden with the morning sun.

“Nix.”

” huh?”

“thank you.”

“…Thank you. It was just a coincidence.”

“Nevertheless,”

she added with a firm expression.

“If this happens again, don’t interfere.”

“…what?”

“It could have put you in danger. I was lucky this time, but I don’t know what will happen next time.”

I was silent for a moment, then shook my head.

“I can take that risk. Because I owe you my life.”

“It was I who owed it first.”

I’m talking about the second time we met. When a fight broke out due to a misunderstanding over the bodies of the mercenaries.

“…That’s because I owe you my life.

”

“Anyway.”

Atalanta lifted up Maurio’s body and asked with a serious face.

“I’m asking you, so don’t step out even if something like today happens.”

“Atalante.”

“Even for me, okay?”

I finally nodded my head at her smiling gently.

I just let out a sigh.