Living as an Unemployed in Another World

43 – 2. The Path of the Dagger (24)

24.

The man was there too. On that day, the knight commander, Derek, visited the old inn with only a few elite members. He too was there as a member of the Knights Templar.

If you think about it, he was swallowed up with pride. Although he was born into a humble family, he was the most muscular and muscular among his brothers and enlisted as a private soldier of the lord rather than an adventurer in order to add to his family line. It was hard training, but he gradually stood out. The first among his classmates was to become a member of the Knights Templar, where he made his talent widely known.

It was the same on that day. He engaged in a strange war of nerves with the scruffy adventurers, and as he watched them slowly lower their eyes, his pride overflowed from the depths of his heart. The position of a vassal of a lord with great power. Awareness of being a member of an honorable order of knights. Thinking that he was the one responsible for the safety of these people, his back was especially straight.

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No, maybe it was a feeling of relief. He thought that if he had become an adventurer, he would have been sitting there and avoiding anyone else’s gaze by now, so he was proud of himself for not choosing such a future. Even though he knew that he was frightening the people at the inn, on the contrary, he was blinded by a sense of superiority that he lived in a different world from them, who live on a daily basis.

And then, he faces it. He was, at most, half a span shorter than himself. Rough iron plate armor full of scratches. However…… Something stronger than any human or monster I’ve ever dealt with.

At first I was confused. Why would a person with the rank of knight commander be embarrassed by that knight in dirty armor? Not only himself, but all of the other knights present there must have thought the same. At least because of the grandiose name value of being a knight who serves God? The man thought he had misjudged the man named Derek.

However, after he backed away and glared at the helmet before leaving, the man finally realized why the other teammates had stayed silent. The size of the returned presence was not something that humans could have. He was the most fearless because he was the dullest.

There must be a monster living inside that armor. The man thought vaguely and spent days suffering from nightmares. And then——he noticed the commotion in the drawing room and hurriedly ran to the side of the host, and met him again. In its worst form.

Boo-wook! ────Puuong!!!!!

The man involuntarily stepped back. Not because I’m worried about splashing debris. As he instinctively distanced himself, the chainmail-clad guard grazed the man’s armor and flew through the air, crashing into the wall near the stairs.

Although they are shorter than men, they are guards who stand by the owner of the territory. He was heavier than normal people, and he wore metal greaves and chain clothes underneath. The weapon in his hand missed and flew, but its weight would be close to 100 kilograms.

He is well aware of how much heavier people are than he thought. Even strong knights can only carry two or three people on their back and walk several tens of steps, and only those who are born with a large body like him can lift people with only the strength of their shoulders and arms. He has nothing to say when fighting. Even when he carries less than half his weight, his wrists tingle from attacks, and when he gets into a physical fight, he realizes the advantage of his weight class even more.

By the way, that “Person” Flies in the air. He didn’t even throw each one with all his might. I was just caught up in the aftermath of swinging the weapon, but that much mass defies gravity and flies like a shell.

The man could not move a single step from his seat. In all the years he had lived, he could not accept reality at all. The knight had a hammer in his hand——no, it was too big to be a hammer. A weapon that is as tall as a man is not called a hammer.

The man’s gaze was fixed on the tip of his weapon, a massive mace the size of his own torso. In fact, he knew that a hammer with a very large head existed. However, such things can never be used for combat, and are basically used for masonry work by two people sticking together. The reason is simple. This is because a hammer made of whole iron can never be wielded by a person.

However, he easily raised the hammer that dragged the floor again. Even if that weight was stuck in the ground, half of the knights wouldn’t be able to lift it. It is lifted very simply through his handle, which is over a meter long.

And then, it gets swung around again.

The mace rips through the air and crushes everything that gets in its way. Every time that huge mass hits somewhere, an explosion sounds and a person flies away.

The wall is crumbling. The door is broken. The room is gone The boundaries between space and space disappear.

The man closed his eyes. Although he was one of the few powers on the spot, he was equally powerless. Amidst the echoing screams, he recalled a story his colleague had told him on the way back.

Compared to the Royal Knights and the red-colored adventurers, the Church’s armed force in the Royal Capital is only the Holy Knights, and there are very few of them.

The reason is very simple. Any force beyond that would upset the balance.

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Now the man understands the feelings Derek felt that day. However, even so, he could not abandon his duty as a knight. The man pulled out his sword and quickly narrowed the distance towards the paladin who was retrieving the hammer, and soon lost consciousness with a flash of light.

“This is really hard to see, as it seems to be harassing the female knights.”

“…… !”

Pressing down with one hand the Nogu, which twisted his body, the Heretic Questioner dragged him and pushed him against the smashed wall.

“Now, before our knights destroy your mansion, I think it’s time for us to be honest with each other.”

“What…… ! I can’t let this go!!”

“There is no use in shouting. Countless aristocrats and lords who conspired with heretics in the capital squawked like ducks when under investigation…… They’ll be quiet if you pull out a tooth or two and let them grow three or four new ones. Would you like to experience it too? I don’t dry it.”

“…… I won’t say anything.”

“Is that so? …… No, even in this situation, seeing his eyes are alive. It seems that there is a corner to believe in something. All the bragging knights are tied to one person…… You’re still waiting for another strong guy to show up and save you. Seeing that the knights are low-key, they probably aren’t enlisted soldiers or guardsmen…… Aha, I made a promise. Yes?”

Somehow, the count was overcome with the illusion that a snake had stretched out from his neck and strangled him. The person who serves the god of order, and who holds the title of Heretic Inquisitor, was laughing at himself with a devil-like distorted expression.

“The followers of Zulkar decided to come here. Okay, what time are you coming? They always love the night, is it when the moon rises? Or midnight?”

The heretic inquisitor twisted the corner of his mouth completely. Bang! The back of the Count’s head is ripped apart, and dark blood flows on the wall. His abyss that the same clergy could never glimpse. The time when the Heretic Questioner was most honest was the situation right now.

“Who doesn’t have crabs! Who…… !”

At last the Count gave up his resistance and screamed. Indeed, even without his teeth pulled out, he crowed like a duck. He was so shabby that it was hard to believe that he was a human who had ruled the vast territory unscathed for decades.

“Henry! Derrick! You guys, Alicia…… !”

Calling her daughter’s name desperately, Nogu howled. The heretic inquisitor relaxed his grip on him. As the Count slipped and fell helplessly down the wall, he strode across the parlor, which could no longer be called a room, into the central lobby where the fight was ending.

“Hey.”

“… ….”

The knight turned around. There was not a single drop of blood on the helm, and the armor was covered with lime and all kinds of dust. The Heretic Questioner looked around and briefly admired that no one had died in this horror. For several years, I occasionally saw those who had to be bedridden, but as long as they don’t die, they usually manage to borrow the power of the church.

“Too much…… Don’t say that It must have been difficult for you to fight while looking after all these guys.”

“… ….”

“I roughly figured out the things I should know. It looks like the cultists were supposed to come to the mansion around midnight. So…….”

The Heretic Inquisitor opened his mouth to explain the strategy to the still blunt paladin. However, the gaping mouth completely closed again midway through. He quietly looked back. It was because the count, who was supposed to be lying on the edge of the space that had been the parlor with the walls torn down, got up on his own feet, bleeding.

“You… ….”

“──Oh.”

A short moan. And the ensuing scream. Smoke like steam rose from the body of the count, who was 20 years older than his original age, and soon the large body dried up like a mummy and collapsed to the floor with a scream from the soul.

The two hurriedly approached the count. There was no need to measure the pulse. The face of the count who turned over had completely changed to that of an old man in his 80s.

“Dead. Because someone is taking away the rest of their lives.”

“… ….”

“To be able to do something like this…… Damn!”

The Heretic Inquisitor hurriedly ran out of his place without even collecting the count’s body. He vaguely thought that it was at night or around midnight, and was convinced by the Count’s reaction, but that was simply a judgment from this side’s point of view. A follower of Zul’kar was already somewhere in this mansion!

To not show up even while the mansion is being torn down, and then, as soon as the count is incapacitated, sees an opportunity and kills him before he can say anything nonsensical. The Heretic Questioner hurriedly ran after the traces of the Count’s soul that was being sucked into somewhere.

“Hey! Can you see that!? You first…… !”

Before the Heretic Inquisitor could finish his words, the paladin blasted past him. The Heretic Questioner was left alone in an instant and eagerly crossed the hallway. How far he ran, he murmured gasping, his breath rising to the tip of his chin.

“Yes, you are great.”

The speed was different, but both were heading in the same direction. A place where the remaining workers were probably evacuated. And, where the count’s only family is.

It was an outbuilding.