Knight and Wand

Chapter 214 Killing One Person

The hall, where the blood had not yet been washed away, was once again splashed with scarlet.

The sound of weapons clashing echoed in the hall, along with the screams and curses of the dying.

The guard swung the steel knife that was used to seal the throat, scattering a cold red light.

After all, they were just farmers who had worked hard in the fields. They had no numerical advantage. Even if they were wearing armor and had experienced one or two battles, how could they be a match for the guards who had practiced martial arts since childhood?

The young boy with red eyes tried to protect his fallen uncle companion. Little Brandon screamed in fear, but immense anger drove him to stab the guards who were unable to resist with his short blade.

The lord's guard raised the still bloody sword, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes beneath the mask.

As he swung the knife down, he moved his wrist and used the handle of the knife to knock the courageous young man aside.

Looking at the boy crying out in pain and trying to get up, the guard did not continue.

The baron's orders cannot be disobeyed. The child will surely die, but it doesn't matter if someone else does it. There is no need to stain your knife with the blood of a child.

Not far away, Ivan was pinned to the ground by several soldiers, his eyes wide open with rage. The humiliation and shame almost made him grit his teeth.

"Let me go! Lal, I promoted you to sergeant, not to let you bring shame to me! I order you to let me go immediately!" He struggled hard while roaring.

The furious knight was still extremely powerful. If he had not been seriously injured, how could a few of them suppress the Knight of Arms who could tear a tiger apart alive.

Sergeant Lar and the soldiers silently strangled the Lord Knight's body, groaning in their hearts and out loud.

"Lord Ivan, the lord has ordered not to embarrass us."

How could they dare to let go? The worst that could happen if they offended Knight Ivan today would be a beating with a whip and dismissal from their post. But if they disobeyed the Baron's orders, their fate would not be so simple.

Listening to the hoarse cry of another of his men covering his neck as he was dying, Ron, who was fighting one against two in despair, was distracted by the boy's scream.

".Kens! .Brandon!!" Ron made a slight mistake and was stabbed to the ground by the spears of the lord's guards in an instant.

"-Ah!" Ivan was extremely angry. Regardless of the pain in his body, he grabbed the lining that was leaking from the side of the sergeant's breastplate with his right hand, yelled and threw it off, freeing his right arm.

His side loosened up, and the knight took the opportunity to twist around and punch, knocking down a man on his left.

His left arm was freed from the restraints and he elbowed the soldier behind him away.

The remaining soldier who was holding down his legs suddenly opened his mouth and let out a scream, as if he was kicked away by an invisible force. He took two steps back and fell to the ground. He lay down, found a suitable posture, closed his eyes, and dared not listen to the lord's family affairs anymore.

Ignoring the soldier who retreated voluntarily, Ivan broke free from his restraints, stood up, rushed into the crowd, knocked away a guard, and instantly drew his sword to deflect the spear that was stabbing at Ron.

He turned around hurriedly and held his sword in front of the fallen refugee leader.

Ron, who had a chance to catch his breath, finally had the chance to climb up with difficulty, dragging Brandon beside him and the last few surviving men who were tricked into the tower castle, and retreated to the column, standing with their backs against it.

Looking up at his companion who was twitching in a pool of blood, as well as the leaders of other refugee groups and the Shatai soldiers who were gradually surrounding them, Ron smiled bitterly.

The guards surrounded them, and his own team was probably still on the city wall, waiting for the good news of being incorporated into the territory's military and civilians.

This news might really be true.

However, it seems that the leaders of these refugee groups are not included.

Unexpectedly, Baron Shatai ran back to the town at some point, and summoned himself and others into the castle to discuss matters in the name of Ivan.

Shameless and insidious guy
Spatting sadly, Ron hugged the boy who was curled up in pain beside him.

If he died, he died. He should have died after his wife and children were murdered. It was just that he implicated the child.
The fat baron on the throne, his beard rising with anger on his fat face, slapped the armrest and scolded his second son: "Only a few days have we not seen each other? Are you crazy? For a few lowly mobs, you disobey your father, your monarch?"

Baron Shatai didn't understand what was wrong with this rebellious son that he had to stop him from making an example of someone else, especially the leader of the refugees who had threatened him, who had to die!

He had no objection to incorporating those thousands of untouchables, as nearly half of the residents had been killed or injured and needed to replenish the population. But if he didn't kill the leaders and break up the foreign groups before these thousands of people formed a force, how much trouble would he have to deal with when these thousands of people became larger in the future?

Ivan tightly grasped the long knife, breathing heavily as if pulling a bellows, and the wounds in his body that had not yet healed seemed to burst again, but he had no intention of feeling the pain. His eyes, which seemed to be burning with fire, had never been so contemptuous and hateful towards his biological father's face as they were at this moment.

"You are the one who is mad, father. These pariahs you are talking about once stood on the walls with me, faced death side by side with me, defended the town with me, saved Shatai.

And you, abandoned your territory, your people, your wife, your son, and my wife and children, just to carry one more box of treasure in the cabin.
Today, you insulted my reputation and killed these warriors who jointly defended the city of Shatai. I am ashamed of your despicableness. Knight Ivan gnashed his teeth in shame and anger.
"You beast!!" Baron Shatai raised his eyebrows and flew into a rage: "You have followed Baron Sefin for so many years, and all you have learned is to disobey your king and father?"

He discovered that his second son, who had been sent to an ally's family as a servant and received more than ten years of knight education, had actually been turned into an extremely stupid fool.

Although he disliked his youngest son who was often foolish and contradictory, he was still satisfied with his loyalty and bravery in the past.

A dull-witted family member, very suitable to consolidate his own and his brother's future rule.

But now that he has done such outrageous words and deeds, Baron Shatai cannot tolerate his authority being challenged in public, even by his own son!
Ivan was not ashamed of his father's questioning. Comparing the words and deeds of Baron Sefin, whom he once served, he was even more disgusted with this father who betrayed his family and subjects.

".Disobedience? No, it was me who abandoned you from your father. You are not worthy to be the monarch I serve." The knight's eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger at this moment.

Baron Shatai laughed in anger when he heard this, and said to his rebellious son, "You bastard, you betrayed your master. I will now deprive you of your title and territory! You will be reduced to a criminal!"

"Just take the territory."

Ivan, who had come to his senses, remained unmoved: "But my title was conferred by Lord Sefin. I have not violated the great oath. Even if you are my father, you have no right to deprive me of it!"

Taking a deep breath, the young knight raised his sword towards the baron's guards.

"I swear on my honor that I will use my life to fulfill my promise to the people behind me. If you want to kill them, you will step over my dead body today."

Ron covered his wound and looked at the back of the young knight standing in front of him. He had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start. Even the knight he had served had never treated him like this.
The lord's guards held their weapons and looked at each other in confusion. The expressions behind the human masks were very embarrassed and they were unable to move forward or backward.

Having long known the character of Baron Shatai, they felt a vague respect for the baron's second son in front of them.

But that's all. The guards will not sacrifice their wealth for the sake of respect and disobeying the lord. They are just expressing their feelings. The straight "Feru Sword" is easy to break, so it is better for the Kantadar people to use the "Ulia Knife".

Baron Shatai was so angry that the fat on his face was trembling.

He shouted at the hesitant guards, "What are you standing there for? Capture this idiot, and I will forgive you whether you live or die. Hurry up and kill those untouchables."

The guards sighed, raised their weapons, and tried to subdue Knight Ivan who was blocking their way as much as possible.

Bang!
There was a loud noise.

The gate, which was supposed to be strictly guarded by soldiers outside, was suddenly pushed open.

The abrupt sound was like a pause button, causing everyone in the heavy atmosphere in the hall to look over and the originally noisy sound to quiet down slightly.

Baron Shatai looked around in surprise and saw two strange figures walking into the hall.

He wondered how the guards outside dared to allow outsiders to break in without his orders.

Leon pushed the door open and glanced across the hall.

Groups of Shatai soldiers. The bodies of refugee warriors. Strange heavy-armored warriors. Knight Ivan, Ron, and Little Brandon surrounded by the columns.
Finally, he looked at the fat nobleman wearing Kantadar clothes sitting on the lord's throne.

Without asking, Leon understood everything just by smelling the tense and bloody atmosphere before him.

Staring at the young knight in plate armor and the petite girl, Baron Shatai frowned, raised his chin and asked, "Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you trespassing into my fortress?"

Leon did not answer, but walked forward slowly, looking down at the figures lying in a pool of blood.

He remembered that these people had fought on the city wall and worshipped and thanked him after the battle. However, they did not fall in the sea of ​​corpses, but died under the swords of the living.

Seeing the two knights coming back, Ron's heart beat faster, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "My lord! Save us! At least save Brandon!"

Ivan took a few steps back, opened his eyes wide, and felt inexplicably relieved. His excited and angry expression eased a little.

The refugee leader's cry for help made Baron Shatai feel annoyed and confused.

He was already furious, and now he was even more irritated by the black-haired young man who barged into the hall and ignored his questions.

Concerned about whether they were envoys sent by other lords, the fat baron raised his voice: "I ask again, who are you? Tell me your purpose!"

He leaned forward slightly with his fat body, looking at the "internal affairs" he was dealing with halfway, and changed the subject: "No matter who you are, in the name of Lord Shatai, I want you to leave my hall now."

After he finished speaking, Baron Shatai finally saw the other party turning his gaze back, as if reacting to his words.

Leon did not follow the instructions and intended to end the farce.

Drawing the long sword from his waist, the black-haired knight walked straight to the lord's throne in front.

Such obvious hostility startled Baron Shatai, who turned and shouted angrily: "How dare you! Guards! Kill him!"

Listening to the orders given by the lord, none of the Shatai soldiers, who had been obedient before, dared to take a single step forward.

Stop the two messengers of the gods?
Thinking of the thunder that fell from the sky, especially the horror and ferocity of the blonde Valkyrie, the warriors raised their spears, lowered their swords, stepped back in an attempt to avoid it, fearing that they would block the advance of the two men.

"Damn it, you guys?. What are you doing?! Are you going to betray me?!"

Baron Shatai realized that something was wrong and started to panic.

Looking at those guards who did not obey orders and dodged frantically, Baron Shatai had no time to wonder. Seeing the black-haired knight with a sword getting closer and closer, he stood up with a changed face and called for help to his confidants.

"Guards! Stop them!"

"Protect the lord!" The heavily armored warriors who had just returned to Shatai City didn't know why these soldiers were so frightened by just two people that their reactions were like traitors.

As the Baron's guards, they dutifully turned their weapons, pushed aside the crowd of soldiers blocking their way, and ran to the steps to provide protection. Baron Shatai felt relieved and felt safe enough. He shouted, "Go kill that madman!"

Several guards raised their swords and spears and rushed towards the black-haired knight who was walking towards them with a sword.

Walking through the path made by the guards on both sides, Leon called softly: "Olivia."

The blonde girl with golden eyes heard the voice and strode past her lover.

The petite figure lowered, and the greave-wrapped feet stomped on the floor, and the scaled armor skirt dragged and flew.

--call!

The guard was shocked by the girl's swift speed and felt a tingling sensation on his back. He hastily chopped down the halberd with his misjudged distance.

He missed the attack, but his hand felt heavy. Before he could see clearly the movement, he had been bullied to the right by the blonde girl. He also caught a glimpse of the other party's iron fingers grabbing the front handle of the spear.

He felt a shock at his waist through the thick armor, and the guard's vision soared into the air the next second.

Olivia gripped the halberd tightly, seized control of the handle, and swung it horizontally with force, knocking the body of the Kantadar warrior in front of her away.

"-Ah!" The guard screamed as his weapon fell out of his hand and he was thrown into the crowd.

Clang!
In a flash, the girl spun around and held the halberd she had snatched upside down. With a crisp sound, she forked the attacking long sword and smashed down the tail rod with her left hand.

Bang!
The second guard flew backwards.

She turned her hands and held the spear and halberd, creating a terrifying wind that broke through the air and swung it towards the guards who were blocking her way.
There was a loud ping-pong sound.

Weapons fell out of hands, blades twisted.
The girl pounced into the flock of sheep like a lion, smashing and swinging her weapons horizontally and vertically. She was no match for her opponent in the face of the heavy spear and halberd with such force that it was like a powerful force.

The lord's guards were thrown to the ground, their armor scraping against the ground, and they crashed into the soldiers on both sides, screaming in pain and falling between the walls and pillars of the palace.

The bewildered guards retreated further, and listening to the heart-pounding bangs, they were glad that they did not block the Valkyrie's way.

With his eyes wide open in horror, Baron Shatai realized in horror that something was wrong and tried to escape from his seat.

Turning around in panic, his hands and feet suddenly felt cold.

The black-haired knight holding a long sword had come to his side without him noticing.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?! Hurt a lord! My family will not let you go! The king will not let you go!"

Taking a step back, staring into the cold black eyes that were filled with murderous intent, Baron Shatai's voice almost changed.

In panic, he drew the gilded and stone-inlaid sword from his waist and swung it, but his martial arts skills, which had been neglected for decades, made his movements very slow.

With a scream and severe pain, Baron Shatai held up his right hand, and the sword slid down the stairs with a clang.

"Wait a minute! Who sent you here? I can give you ten times! No! A hundred times!!

Someone, help me! !

Protect your lord! Ivan! Ivan, save me! !
Don’t! Don’t. Woo——!! ——.”

Ivan, who was not far away, closed his eyes. The extremely disappointed young knight was not grieving for the death of his despicable father, but just didn't want to see his miserable appearance.

The pleas for mercy and help came to an abrupt end.

The steel sword that had cut off the precious sword pierced into the opponent's heart, and the blood-stained cold light passed through Baron Shatai's chest neatly from behind.

"When I think you can be called a knight, I feel that this title is unworthy of me."

There was a sound of a sharp blade scraping against bones, flesh and blood. Leon drew back the sword and turned the hilt.

The still warm blood splashed from the sword and spilt onto the throne.

Baron Shatai's fat body lost its strength and he fell backwards from the high steps with a bang.

The gushing blood formed a pool. The groaning sound from the dying throat gradually disappeared.

The monarch of Shatai City was killed and the hall fell into silence.

Everyone was at a loss. No one condemned such a great crime, and no one wanted to avenge the dead lord, whether it was his guards, his wife and children.
Olivia stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning on her spear, and glanced at the dead body of the baron with her eyes slightly lowered.

The girl's golden eyes seemed thoughtful.

Leon sheathed the blood-stained sword, stood beside the lord's throne and looked around the hall.

He looked at the young knight who was still staring at his father's body: "The Baron of Shatai City was killed by a Griffin Knight of Orland.

From now on, Sir Ivan is the new lord of Shatai City.

Does anyone have any objections?

(End of this chapter)