The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 262

51. Farewell to the truth (4)

I thought of Utequai’s character sheet and narrowed my brows.

“Are you going to get a tattoo?”

“Mmm!”

He drool for a moment, then nodded.

“As expected, Phoenix. Being quick-witted is like a snake.”

…Haha crazy.

Whether or not I covered my head, Ute Quai continued with a firm face.

“My mother calls the Great Warrior. I receive a new tattoo and new strength according to my calling.”

“Yes, your god is calling, so what can I do? But why is it now?”

“It’s my mother’s will. No one can guess.”

The part I noticed on Utequai’s character sheet was the ‘zelkova root tattoo’.

Tattoo berserkers apply different types of tattoos to different parts of the body.

‘Armed tattoos’ can be engraved on the forearms with patterns such as swords, spears, and axes. Among them, Utequai’s choice was the ‘armored tattoo of a blunt weapon’.

He has a ‘Goddess Tattoo’ tattooed on his shoulder. You can choose from patterns such as helmets, flag trees, and dew-severed heads.

On the back, there is a sun, sea wing pattern, etc. as a ‘blessing tattoo’, and Utequai has a ‘blessing tattoo of the night sky’ engraved.

Of course, the ‘blunt weapon’, ‘veil’, and ‘night sky’ tattoos on Utequai’s body are also my favorite combination. This is because it is a combination that helps survivability by making up for the weakness of tattoo fanatic warriors who cannot wear armor.

Of course, this was not enough, so it was my own plan to put defensive tattoos on my legs and offensive tattoos on my chest and face… “But why are you

carving zelkova trees at will? On the subject of not even level 30 yet…

“Hmm? I can’t hear you.”

“No, nothing.”

I was thinking of carving a ‘reed’ that compensates for evasion or a ‘vine’ that helps melee defense….

Yes, let’s think positively. A zelkova tree is better than a poop tattoo like a ‘thorn tree’.

“So,”

I asked Utequai, pressing my temples.

“Should we go to the mountains? what mountain?”

“A high mountain to reach my mother.”

“I mean, where is that?”

“It doesn’t matter where. I have a place to look.”

After hearing the story, the place he chose was an unnamed peak south of Modos. It’s close enough to reach after about half a day’s walk…

“Can’t you see the weather outside? If you go hiking now, you will freeze to death.”

“I am not. I am a warrior.”

“Yes, you will be fine.”

I sighed deeply and buried myself in the couch.

Suddenly, I looked down and saw Munggi, who was lying on my thigh, staring at Utequai with a disapproving look. Hearing the conversation, he seemed to think something troublesome would happen.

He gently brushed the side of the boy’s hair, distracting his sharp eyes. Mungchi, who shrugged his shoulders, half-closed his unfocused eyes.

“…Climbing a snowy mountain. Yes, with a little effort, you might be able to do it. But the real problem is that we are not in a situation where we can escape Modos.”

According to what I heard from the vigilante or garrison soldiers, Baron Shaenna is directly interrogating the berserker Lenka.

It looks like he’s looking for an excuse to catch me through Lenka… There’s no way he’ll come up with anything. In the first place, Lenka and I were meeting for the first time this time.

But apart from Baron Shahenna’s nonsense, she warned me not to leave Modos until the investigation was over, unless I wanted to become a traitor.

Of course, these circumstances did not seem to mean much in front of Utequai’s firm determination.

“Nothing to worry about. I go to the mountain alone.”

“…Are you alone?”

“right. Those who have been called by Mother are only her great warriors.”

Looking at his expression, it doesn’t seem like a problem that can be stopped by others. In a troublesome situation, I turned to Heila without realizing it.

what to do?”

“Uh n M3

Heila blinked a few times instead of answering right away.

As if lost in thought, she stroked my thigh. No, it was not the thigh, but the Hrunting (what it was) placed on it. Since when has that been there?

“I heard you get a tattoo. Are you going there alone?”

“right.”

“Are you going to get a tattoo yourself?”

Utequai nodded, looking as if he was asking an obvious question.

“If there is no shaman, the great warrior does it himself. Of course.”

“Do you know how to get tattoos?”

“right.”

He opened the sack he had put down next to him. It contained food, oil, herbs, and ink needles.

“It is the skill of a master of painting. So are tattoos.”

“…wasn’t it a joke to talk about Soyang

?”

“No.”

When I laughed, Heila asked in a calm tone.

“How much time do you need?”

“It’s been a week.”

It was an answer without delay, as if the calculation had already been completed. Heila took a sip of her tea and continued.

“I’d like to tell you to take advantage of the night and go, but that’s impossible.” “Why?”

“A week is too long.”

She put the teacup down. Then he raised his clasped hands on the scaly white egg and met Utequai’s eyes.

“Do you know who the most famous threesome in the kingdom are lately?”

“threesome? I do not know.”

“The bloody swordsman, the fire witch, and the red bear.”

“……O uh”

—

“It is highly likely that Baron Shahenna’s surveillance will also be focused on this trio. Under these circumstances, what would happen if Mr. Hatanka disappeared for a week?”

It seems that even Utequai, whose expression changes little, can’t stop the dark clouds hanging over his face. Well, it’s strange when you’re in a situation where you can’t respond to the call of the god you serve.

“Wait a little.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“I hope the interrogation of the berserker Lenka is over. It won’t take long.”

Heila said and looked back at me.

“yes?” “…huh? uh what would that be?”

Despite my half-hearted agreement, Utequai’s face remained dark.

“Dathankali Lenka is not easily broken. She too is a warrior who embraces her mother’s revelation.”

“A warrior with a revelation?”

“right. The powers she possesses cannot be obtained without her mother’s permission. Mother power and revelation together.”

“Then what revelation did Lenca receive?”

“I do not know. Only she knows…

The honest words are blurred for a moment. Uncharacteristically, Utequai seemed apprehensive or hesitant.

“…What, why are you suddenly doing this? Is there anything wrong with you?”

“Ugh. right.”

The guy crossed his arms and let out a sigh mixed with words.

“A warrior exiled for coveting the power of Lenka. The Gitgoula tribe banished her. But this time, I saw her mother’s revelation.”

“…so? You want to save me?”

“Wrong. A warrior carves his own path. Again, she pointed a knife at us. It is foolish to do kindness.”

Utequai puffed out his huge pectoralis major muscle, then let out a deep sigh.

“But Phoenix, as you said, it’s disgusting. To think that a warrior who harbored a revelation died before being used…

“O uh” — da .

There was silence for a moment as Utequai fell silent. And it was Heila who broke the silence.

“Rowen Hicks.”

Taking turns looking at the quickly approaching couple, she quietly gave the order.

“Prepare the Hicks bath water. Rowen goes up to my room and makes the bed.”

“Are you going to sleep already?”

“huh. I’m a little tired.”

It wasn’t long before they met each other’s eyes with a puzzled look on their faces, and the young couple disappeared upstairs for Heila to go to bed early.

So, on the first floor where the fireplace was burning, Heila, a man with only a bunch of Utequai, opened her mouth.

“Let’s save Lenca.”

“what?”

“We cannot leave Modos as long as Baron Shaenna holds Lenka. If you drag the time like this, you can manipulate the excuse and try to frame it. That’s why we have to save Lenca.”

She blinked slowly and looked at me.

“Did you mean that anyway?”

“…I was thinking about something similar.”

Heila shook her head resolutely, perhaps reading something from the way I scratched my chin.

“You can’t kill. Whatever the trail, we will be suspected.”

“…then? Hiding a woman who may or may not cooperate?”

“no. You can use the druid to escape and let them run away. The farther they run away, the less suspicious they are of us.”

The druid she spoke of was Zanavas. He demanded that he release Renka because he needed to save Shiren and Ethan, so he passed out and locked him in the warehouse.

“Can I release that crazy woman? What if you come back?”

“No need to worry.”

Heila tapped Hrunting (what was) with her slender fingertips and listed the reasons.

“Lenka killed the king’s rider, Baron Innomen. Of course it will take several times. No matter how powerful a warrior she is, the ‘disarm’ spell will last for at least a month, and there’s a good chance she’ll be captured before she regains her strength.”

“What if I follow you without being caught?”

“You can kill me.”

Following a simple answer, something similar to what I had in mind came out of her mouth.

“Even if he regains his strength, he won’t be a very difficult opponent since all of his valuable equipment has been taken away.”

“……Uh”

rko.

“The risk is low and the gain is high. There is no reason not to.” “But can Zanavas alone save Lenka? The security seems pretty tight.”

“You can secretly help.”

“stealthily?”

“huh.”

Heila lowered her gaze slowly, and Utequai and I followed it.

“Because we have experts in ‘things like that’.”

Mungchi, who was struggling while enjoying my gentle touch, made a puzzled expression at the sudden gathering of gazes.

“Eh…

Then, the guy’s eyes rolled over, so I burst out laughing.

Woo woo woo-

The wind that continued without rest throughout the night was like the cry of a large beast.

The wind howled in a low voice met the towering bell tower and parted with a loud roar.

The ruined chapel below was filled with the sound of a loud wind that seemed to be coming from all directions.

Despite the noise, the soldiers warmed up in the comfort of a bonfire in the middle of the ruined chapel.

Like most churches, Modos’ church was also located in the center of the village. Originally, the church would have displayed the majesty of God with its tall bell tower and tinted windows, but now it looked precarious, as if it would collapse at any moment.

In particular, the bell tower was hit by a swirling arrow, and a huge bronze bell fell off. It was difficult to call it a bell tower anymore.

The space where the bell at the top had been hung was tightly barred and used like a prison, so if you had to give it a name, you would have to call it a prison tower.

It was none other than Baron Shahenna who ordered the traitors to be imprisoned after remodeling the damaged bell tower so hideously.

She confirmed that the ‘Passage to the Land’ spell had been used in the recent raid. So the baron decided that another raider might use magic to rescue the traitor. It was for this reason that the traitor was imprisoned in the blizzard bell tower instead of the musty basement.

“Uh, bring it up. Even the tongue is frozen.”

Just because it was a prison at the top of a tower didn’t mean it didn’t have a guard. Sixteen soldiers were guarding the tower, eight on the ground, four in the middle, and four on the top.

“Hey Rob! Are you sleeping?”

“…eww. I don’t sleep, I don’t sleep.”

“You guys are pretty dizzy too. Can you sleep in this cold?”

The least fortunate of the sixteen soldiers were the two men who were positioned facing the mountain. Even though they wore chain mail over their quilted clothes and fur cloaks, the cold wind that slid down the hillside easily penetrated the cracks.

Roaring!

As the torches fixed on the wall staggered as if they were about to go out, the senior soldier fired a swear word at once.

“Hey, you bastard, the lights go out! Block the wind properly!”

“Sir,”

the young soldier grumbled, but turned to block the wind. It was obvious that when the torch went out, the sergeant stuck in the church would come running like a moon, and then neither the senior officer nor he would be able to dig his bones.

“But wasn’t it when the patrol passed by?”

“I know. These bastards never show up.”

The old man rubbed his gloved hand and glanced down. The guys guarding the middle level of the prison tower were stuck right in front of the furnace, and the occasional patrols didn’t even poke their noses.

“Fuck you. What kind of bullshit is this?”

The soldier cursed and looked back. A prisoner in only rags sat crouched against the wall beyond the iron bars, where a snowy wind blew.

Normally, she would have harbored a crush on her strong, long, bare legs sticking out from under an old blanket, but the cold of the winter night had frozen her lower legs. The soldier just wished that the savage girl would freeze to death as soon as possible so that this hardship would end.

“hey. hey!”

The soldier raised his spear and prodded the prisoner with a ferrule. The chains around his body rattled, but the prisoner did not move.

“…Are you finally finished?”

The soldier stabbed the drooping prisoner in the shoulder, stomach and thigh in turn. Even so, there was no response, so the moment I tried to slip the spear stick between my legs.

“Guit (no).”

growl voice. The soldier was startled and withdrew his spear.

“Oh, I’m surprised.”

“Aka’afi Okwamanje de’atdim (° F is not dead).”

“What are you talking about?”

The prisoner, who had a crooked cross scar on his forehead and sparse red-brown hair, glared at the soldier with bloody eyes.

But that’s for a while. The soldier who had been swearing at him kicked the bar with his toe and turned around. The prisoner with his eyes closed shivered from the cold and curled up.

“Erpe Thral hugaw.”

She muttered a double curse in the language of the grassland and pinched the back of her frozen hand. Blood flowed from the back of his hand again. It was painful, but the prisoner did not stop because he knew that if he fell asleep like this, he would never wake up again.

“…Isn’t patrol coming, really?”

“Isn’t everyone stuck somewhere?”

“Does that make sense? We are not anywhere and there are no enemies…

The prisoner suddenly listened. It was because I heard a strange sound through the fierce snowstorm between the soldiers’ conversations. A sound like fine sand crumbling.

Concerned whether the sounds he heard were hallucinations, the prisoner Lenka fell asleep.

So did the two soldiers.

The two yawned in turn and sat down with their chins low. After a while of dozing off like that, I finally fell asleep like Lenca.

Soon, a wolf appeared from under the tower. It was a large wolf with gray fur.

After observing the situation for a while, the wolf quickly made up his mind and climbed the stairs. The soldiers guarding the halfway point of the bell tower had already collapsed. The wolf ran like the wind and bit the neck of one of the senior soldiers guarding the prison.

“Gheuk keureu-”

While the old soldier, who had been bitten on the neck, opened his eyes and spewed blood bubbles, the gray wolf twisted and began to transform.

The wolf, which had been transforming into a human from the extremities of its limbs, bit the veteran’s neck with its long snout and pulled out the knife hanging from his waist. And it was to stab the young soldier who was sleeping soundly next to him.

So, by the time the transformation was completely over and they were fully human, the two soldiers were corpses.

“Huh huh.”

Druid Zanavas searched the arms of the soldiers after wiping the blood from his mouth. However, contrary to his naive common sense, the guards guarding the prison did not have the key.

“Damn it…

He bit his lower lip and walked over to the grate.

“Lengka. Hey Lenka!” Even at that breathless call, the sleeping Lenka did not move. Zanavas, who was about to ask her where the key was, burst into anger, saying, ‘It’s good to sell it because you’re locked up’.

It was then.

jingle.

“Sigh.”

At the sudden metallic sound, Zanavas quickly turned around. The sword raised in a hesitant posture was only aimed at empty air.

“……uh?”

Zanavas scanned the area nervously and opened his mouth with a dumbfounded face. It was because a bundle of keys had fallen at the feet of the dead veteran.

“What is it?”

I didn’t know why, but I didn’t have time to stand still and wonder. He quickly picked up the package and matched the keys one by one, and soon he was able to open the grate.

“Hey Lenka? Wake!”

If possible, he wanted to run away after finding out how to save Shiren and Ethan, but he couldn’t afford it because Lenka was deeply asleep.

“Ugh, damn it.”

Thinking of the hardships and humiliation she had suffered so far, she couldn’t give up like this, so Zanavas dragged Lenka out of prison. Then he closed his eyes and raised his mana. The mysterious flow of mana twisted the limbs and after 3 minutes, dark blue feathers began to sprout.

The preparation was long, but the change that followed was instantaneous. Zanavas, who had remained in a bizarre form that was neither human nor animal, transformed into a huge eagle in the blink of an eye.

The eagle grabbed the fallen Lenca and began flapping its two wings, which were 3 meters high.

Then, after being pushed by a fierce snowstorm, he fell down and stood up again to flap his wings a couple of times. Finally, the eagle clutching Lenca flew towards the dawn sky.

Just then, a black figure emerged from the shadow of the bell tower.

The small, slender human figure calmly watched as the giant eagle flew away, then picked up the dead soldier’s helmet. And he threw it all at the chapel.

The helmet rolled violently through the broken roof tiles, and the soldiers who were warming up under it rushed outside in surprise when they saw the bloody helmet that appeared with a loud sound.

The soldiers looked ferociously upstairs, but there were no black figures anywhere, only the corpses of the guards and an open prison.

“Prisoner bar traitor has escaped!”

“emergency!”

The soldiers shouted in a loud voice as they were embarrassed. Up to a hundred garrison soldiers rushed out from the vicinity, and four knights and a wizard who were staying nearby to watch over the prison also came out.

“Master Anthro’s magic circle! Didn’t you install the alarm magic circle?”

“The magic circle is damaged.”

“what? No, who the hell is-”

Amidst the confusion, a sharp-eyed soldier raised his finger toward the sky dyed by the early morning twilight.

“There! That bird!”

A gigantic bird flapping its wings in the distance he pointed to and a person clinging to it formed a lumpy silhouette.

The battle mage who mastered cold magic, the brave and loyal knights, and the more than 100 soldiers. All they could do was open their mouths as they saw birds and humans flying over the castle walls and being embraced by dozens.