Perhaps because he was an outstanding warhorse, Silion tilted his head to the side, and the arrow deflected off the horseâs armor.
âAre they crazy?!â
Thinking that Mirian had finally spoken some sensible words, Eugen reached behind the saddle and pulled out his spear thrower and a javelin. He wasnât planning to let them off easily since they unsheathed their weapons and even fired an arrow at him.
Eugene bent back like a bowstring, then shot forth a javelin.
Thud!
The mercenary responsible for firing the crossbow bolt was instantly thrown back as the javelin pierced into his abdomen.
âKuaggh!â
Another mercenary was skewered along with his dead colleague, screaming while falling back. The other mercenaries were given no chance to react. Silion narrowed the distance in an instant, then jumped toward the mercenaries.
Booom!
Three mercenaries were thrown back and collapsed on the floor after colliding with Silion. The formation of the mercenaries collapsed in an instant. Eugene pulled out his shortsword and crushed the mercenaries.
âArgh!â
âKeugh!â
The mercenaries were incapable of dealing with a fully-armed knight on horseback. It was even truer since their opponent was a vampire that possessed physical abilities several times to that of a regular human. There was nothing they could do except to scream and flee.
âL-letâs run!â
Eight of the thirteen mercenaries were slain in an instant, and the rest began to run away. Eugene slaughtered two more by throwing his javelins, then rode Silion toward the group composed of three fleeing mercenaries.
Tung! Thud!
âKeugh!â
Eugene deliberately aimed for the back of the mercenariesâ heads with the back of his sword. The mercenaries screamed as they fell forward. Soon, the rest of Eugeneâs group arrived alongside Partec. They quickly subdued the fallen mercenaries.
âYou bastards dare attack a knight?â
âT-thatâs because the knightâŚâ
âThe knight what? Did Sir Eugene draw his blade? Did he throw his spear? What bullshit are you spewing after daring to fire an arrow?â
ââŚ..!â
The mercenaryâs expression turned pale after having finally recognized the mistake they committed.
***
âThat was amazing! A match for a hundred! Only such words can describe someone like Sir Eugene. That spear throw was truly like a thunderbolt from the heavens! My humble eyes have been fully opened today, Sir Eugene!â
Mills became incredibly excited after seeing Eugeneâs outstanding performance. His skills certainly lived up to his reputation. If such a knight stood on the side of the Fairchild family, he was certain that they could win the territorial war.
âSir, why donât we capture them alive and take them back to our castle?â
âNo. I do not think that will be necessary. Doesnât Lord Fairchild want to gain an advantage in the territorial war through me?â
âAh, that is true, butâŚâ
âThatâs all that matters.â
Eugene approached the mercenaries. They were trembling and kneeling on the ground.
âWhy did you attack me?â
ââŚ..â
As if they had promised beforehand, the mercenaries simply stole gazes at one another.
Shuak!
Eugeneâs shortsword cut through the air with an eerie sound, cutting off the head of the mercenary located at the far left.
âHeuk!â
The faces of the remaining two mercenaries turned blue when they saw their colleagueâs lifeless body fall to the ground amidst a fountain of blood.
âWhy did you attack me?â
The attitudes of the remaining two mercenaries completely transformed. They both immediately replied to Eugeneâs question.
âI-I think it was because he thought you were attacking us, sir!â
âThat man did something stupid! We had no intention of attacking you, esteemed sir!â
âAffiliation.â
âWe are from the Milson Mercenaries!â
âMilson? Is that the name of your captain? Where is he now?â
âOver thereâŚâ
Eugene confirmed the body of the man who died after a spear pierced through his body. He was the first one to run when all hell broke loose earlier.
âThen what about the rest? What about the other mercenaries apart from your group?â
âThey are standing by in a village called Langbon.â
âHow many, and who is the leader?â
âT-there are about thirty of us, and we are led by Langbonâs keeper. Our main forces are still in Lord Bommelâs castleâŚâ
âKeeper?â
Mills quickly explained. âLangbonâs keeper is Lord Bommelâs nephew. His name is Sir Pascal, the keeper of Langbon and a knight. His feudal estate is located in Langbon. In additionâŚâ
âIt is a fairly large village, so there will be at least twenty more mercenaries. Sir Eugene, let us head to our castle, group up with the mercenaries, then set out.â
âNo, I will go alone.â
âWhat?â
Everyone was surprised at Eugeneâs declaration, including Mills and Partec. No matter how strong Eugene was, how could he think of barging into a place with nearly fifty troops and a knight?
âIâm only planning to talk to them. I think they should be willing to listen if I have these guys as an excuse.â
âThat is true, butâŚâ
Although he was currently with Mills, Eugene had no realistic association with Viscount Fairchild. On the other hand, the mercenaries in front of him were officially recruited by Baron Bommel. Eugene had sufficient ground to complain after being suddenly attacked by the mercenaries affiliated with the latter.
âThere is nothing to worry about. It wonât change anything even if you accompany me.â
Certainly, three extra pairs of hands would not change the situation. Knowing so, Partec responded with a sigh. âAlright.â
âExcuse me! Sir Eugene, does that mean you will sign a contract with my master?â Mills asked with a face full of expectations, and Eugene nodded.
âSince things turned out this way, that seems to be the most reasonable choice. Take these guys and tell Lord Fairchild to leave it to me.â
âOhhh! Surely Lord Fairchild will recognize Sir Eugeneâs passionate chivalry and honorable decisionsâŚâ
âStop that. Just head out right away.â
âY-yes! Then what should we do with these men?â
The two mercenaries had been stealing gazes at Eugene. As Eugeneâs gaze turned toward them once more, they quickly raised their voices.
âP-please let us live!â
âIf you let us go, we will forever be loyal to you, sir!â
âI donât need it.â
âUagh!â
âSir knight! P-pleaseâŚâ
The mercenaries started quivering and begging after hearing his cold answer. Eugene continued in a quiet voice.
âI do not need your loyalty. First, play rock paper scissors.â
âW-what?â
âIf you donât, both of you will die.â
The faces of the mercenaries turned a shade paler at Eugeneâs words.
***
Clop. Clop.
The mercenaries stole anxious backward glances while slowly walking in front of Silion.
âDammit! I won, so whyâŚâ
After hearing that a prize would be awarded to the winner of the game, the two mercenaries had a match of their lifetime. It seemed obvious to them that the winner would be spared while the loser would be killed.
But that wasnât the case at all. After he won, he was ordered to guide the path of the terrifying knight, while his loser colleague was taken to Lord Fairchildâs castle.
âHeâs not afraid of the night. What kind of a knight is he?â
Even if he was a terrifying presence adorned with plate armor, knights had always avoided traveling at night. Even if they were thrown into the exact same predicament, every knight would act differently depending on whether it was day or night.
However, the knight named Jan Eugene continued to travel casually after handing him a torch.
âShould I throw away the torch and run away? Itâs so dark, so maybeâŚâ
The mercenary fell into temptation, but he soon shook his head. When he recalled the events of the day, he still felt a chill down his back. The success rate was far too slim to bet his life on it. The chances of a successful escape were as slim as tonightâs faint moonlight.
âWhy wonât you stop glancing at me. Why? Do you think that I wonât keep my promise? You are not doubting my honor, are you?â
âN-not at all!â
âThen stop distracting me and do as you are told.â
âYes!â
Although he still had some doubts, a knightâs promise with his honor on the line was something to be taken seriously. He could trust the knight.
âAfter crossing over that hill, we should see Langbon.â
Soon, Eugene saw a village of similar size to Brahms after climbing up the low hill.
âAs expected, they have a wooden barricade.â
The two-meter-long logs were lined with torches. It appeared that they were set up to prevent monsters from attacking. It was a village that belonged to a territory governed by a nobleman with a title, and it was definitely different from the villages of Tywin territory in various ways.
âLet us go.â
âYes.â
To think the knight would storm into a village with dozens of experienced mercenaries and a knight on such a dark night, especially when they could potentially become his enemies.
âHe is either a great hero or a rare fool. Whichever it is, doing as I am told is the way for me to live.â
The scale was inclined to the latter, so the mercenary continued along the dark path while licking his lips.
It was thenâŚ
Thud!
The mercenary stopped at a sudden sound.
ââŚ..!â
The mercenary belated discovered an arrow lodged in the ground right in front of him. His eyes widened as a shout came from the village.
âIf you continue to approach, we will blow your head off! Who is it!?â
âI-itâs me! Baren!â
âWho is Baren?â
âI am Baren of the Milson Mercenaries!â
After a moment of silence, the wooden gates opened. A horse and about ten armed soldiers rushed out and made their way towards Eugene and Baren.
âWho are you, sir?â
The man on the horse could not hide his anxiety when he saw Eugene adorned with plate armor.
âJan from the Eugene family. And you?â
âI am the keeper of Langbon, Appiel Bommel Pascal.â
As if boasting about his lineage, Pascal raised his head while proudly revealing his full name.
ââŚ..!â
Eugene hesitated after hearing the knightâs answer. Mistaking Eugeneâs reaction as being due to his status, Pascal raised his chin further in an arrogant manner.
However, contrary to Pascalâs assumptions, Eugene was surprised for a completely different reason.
âWhat is this luck?â
He thought quickly and made an even quicker decision. Eugene kicked Baren on the back and responded.
âThis manâs colleagues attacked me first. So I had no choice but to respond in kind.â
âWhat? Then the Milson MercenariesâŚâ
Pascal spoke hesitantly, and Eugene replied with a nod.
âI killed all of them except two. Since they were the ones who attacked first, it should not be an issue.â
âSir! The Milson Mercenaries were a force hired by Lord Bommel, my uncle and the master of this land. Who do you think you are toâŚ" Pascal erupted in anger, but Eugene interjected. âAh, is that so? I thought you would make an excuse and try to mull over it. But since Lord Fairchild hired me, we should be enemies anyways.â
ââŚ..!â
Pascal was put off by the unexpected answer. Eugene unsheathed his shortsword like lightning.
âI came to confirm that, so this is rather good. You said you were Sir Pascal, right? Our stances are quite obvious, so letâs just fulfill our duties.â
âHa!â
Pascal and the mercenaries urgently pulled out their weapons, and Silion kicked off the ground. Simultaneously, the torches held by the mercenaries were extinguished one by one.
âHuh!?â
âLight! Light the torches!â
The mercenaries shouted after falling into confusion. Silion jumped into their midst in the blink of an eye.
âArgh!â
âKuaaagh!â
The mercenaries screamed and shouted with every swing of Eugeneâs shortsword. Some tried to attack, but they could not aim properly in the dark. Even if they were lucky enough to land a hit, the horseâs armor and the plate armor easily deflected their attacks.
âMonster!â
âFire! Kill him!â
Several mercenaries belatedly offered supporting fire from behind the wooden barricade, but their attacks only penetrated the backs or calves of their allies.
âDonât shoot! Donât shoot!â Pascal screamed in panic and agitation, but his words were buried by the screams of the mercenaries.
âD-dammit!â
Pascalâs face turned a shade of blue. The sight of the knight rampaging under the dim moonlight was truly fear-inspiring. Less than a minute had passed since he unsheathed his weapon, but most of the mercenaries were already either dead or seriously injured.
One path of salvation instinctively came to Pascalâs mind.
âI-Iâll return to the village for nowâŚâ
He quickly tugged on the reins and turned the horse around.
Shuuuuak!
A piercing sound tore through the night sky.
Thuck! Neiiiiigh!
Eugeneâs javelin flew through the air and into the buttocks of the horse Pascal was riding on.
âHuh!?â
Pascalâs body seemed to fluctuate on the saddle. He crashed onto the ground with his feet caught in the horse pedal.
âKeugh! KuahâŚâ
The shock from the fall lingered, but Pascal attempted to stand up. However, his limbs vainly grabbed onto thin air.
âI do not know what you were thinking in coming out personally, but thank you for saving me the trouble.â
âY-youâŚ!â
Pascal felt himself rising into the air. His eyes widened as Eugene pulled him up by the back of his neck.
Boom!
Pascalâs body slumped with one punch.
âI am taking Lord Bommelâs nephew! If you want him back, come to Lord Fairchildâs castle!â
Eugene shouted loudly towards the village, then retrieved the javelin stuck in the horseâs buttocks before running back to SIlion.
âSir PascalâŚ!â
Mercenaries rushed out of the barricade and shouted, but the voices only grew distant.
***
âIs he really an idiot? Why did he come out in person?â Mirian spoke while holding onto Silionâs mane. She looked pathetically at Pascal, who was slumped across the saddle.
âHow would I know? Anyways, we got lucky.â
âKekeke! Those who are successful are blessed by heaven and earth! This means our esteemed sir is guaranteed to be successful! Now, we just need to go to that lord named Fairchild, right?â
âNo.â
âHmm? What do you mean? Are we not taking him back to the castle?â
âI was going to, but I thought of a better idea.â
After exchanging prisoners, the two lords would officially engage in a territorial war. This would lead to prolonged battles and would likely lead to unexpected situations as well.
âI would rather have a quick ending.â
A cold smile floated around the vampireâs lips as he pierced through the darkness.