The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 433

65. Spring Climax (8)

When the sergeant returned from putting Grimons Koval back in solitary confinement, the red knight gave an order in a light voice.

“Take a bastard who is Beok or something and give him a visit from time to time. From about the day after the end of treatment.”

The sergeant who served as the warden slightly narrowed his brows.

“A useless accident may occur.”

“accident? what accident? Do you think that old man will gamble with his grandson’s life?”

“You’re not an ordinary old man, are you? He is a monster who has been called the best swordsman in the Empire for more than ten years before the commander was born.”

Phoenix laughed bitterly.

“Didn’t you just see? I thought I would fall ill if I couldn’t see my grandchildren.”

The old swordsman, who saw his secret skill unfolded by the enemy knight, became 10 years old in an instant. Of course, it was an illusion, but the wrinkles deepened, the shoulders shrunk, and the waist seemed bent.

Again, when the sergeant tried to object, the red knight raised his hand. As the sergeant flinched and shut his mouth, his gloved hand traced the cut that connected his eyebrows to his cheekbones.

Even though it was just a cut, the scab is already sitting on it. Phoenix’s overflowing vitality showed a regeneration speed that exceeded that of humans, even while mana was frozen and he could not use his blood.

“It stings.”

The red knight wrinkled his face slightly and looked back at the sergeant.

“Just do what you say. Don’t be irritating.”

“…I’ll take it.”

The sergeant who looked at the commander’s notice cautiously opened his mouth.

“If business is over, guide to the ground _99

“No, wait a minute.”

Phoenix raised his head and looked all over the cell.

“Would you like to interview the prisoners for a minute?”

A prison cell located halfway up the spiral staircase. A young woman and a little boy were sitting in the corner.

The boy who was glancing down the stairs beyond the bars, holding his breath, whispered.

“sister. He comes up.”

” Shh.”

The sharp-eyed woman stopped her brother.

“Remember what I said? can’t see Close your eyes.”

“Yes.”

The Obir family boy believed that the red knight climbing the stairs over there was from the Dark World. They believed in the legend that the family’s history continued from ancient times and the myth that a celestial warrior was the founder.

So the boy closed his eyes. If you make eye contact with an enemy knight and get stained with demonic energy, your wings won’t sprout forever.

“Yeah, you’re doing great. It’s okay…

The woman hugged her brother from behind and patted him on the stomach. Then, suddenly, he took a deep breath.

Jerk-jerk-jerk.

The slow sound of footsteps stopped in front of their cell.

“hi?”

“Ha!”

The boy, whose eyes were closed, shook his shoulders. The woman flinched at the same time, so she hugged her brother closer.

“…Your name was Milops, right? Can’t you hear

me?”

As the red knight knocked on the grate, the boy Milops began to hiccup. Seeing her younger brother covering her mouth with her small hand, her sister plucked up courage.

“What are you doing!”

“What have I done? I want to talk to you for a second. Can I come in?”

Phoenix smiled happily. The woman opened her ax eye and spoke as if chewing.

“no. If you come any further-”

Kiik.

The red knight had already opened the grate with the help of the sergeant.

“What did you just say? I didn’t hear you.”

Having said that, Phoenix received a chair from the soldier and sat down in the middle of the cell.

Realizing that she had no intention of seeking his understanding from the start, the woman bit her lip.

“If you don’t get out of here right away, I’ll split the ship.”

“Hmm.”

The red knight scratched his eyebrows for a moment before asking a question.

“But why are you talking nonsense?”

“…what?”

“Why are you talking nonsense?”

The woman burst into laughter.

“Then how should I deal with the enemies of my family and school?”

“How should I treat you? To save the family and the school.”

“You dare-”

“You dare say the same thing.”

Phoenix let out a sneer.

“Even an elderly man like Grimons is stuck down there, struggling to keep an eye on his bloodline and swordsmanship. Why are you holding your head so high?”

The young woman was ‘Tiloria’ of the Obir family. As a representative of the ‘Sell-Seed style’, she is the sister of Tantilos, a man who was counted as one of the 11 Sword Masters.

“I will not beg for my life from the enemy.”

“Yeah, are you like that? But what’s wrong with your brother? Do I have to stay there when that young kid says he didn’t do well?” “Speak straight, Red Knight. You are the one who locked us up here.”

“This lady is talking about trouble. Why am I imprisoning a powerless child? I’m not forcing you to talk nonsense.”

“I just decided it was safer to be with me than to be caught alone in your bloodstained grip.”

Phoenix clicked his tongue at Tiloria’s unwavering gaze.

“I don’t understand the language at the moment… but I didn’t come here to talk about that anyway.”

“go away. There is nothing to talk about with the enemy.”

The red knight smiled and said, as he couldn’t curse at each other or let go of life in front of a child who looked like he might be 10 years old.

“It’s fine for just a moment, so why don’t you shut your mouth and listen to my suggestions? Aren’t you losing money by listening to a few words?”

The young swordsman silently glared at him. Taking this as a positive meaning, Phoenix began to talk while crossing his legs.

“There are fifty or sixty people trapped here. About half are swordsmen, and the rest are imperial knights or magicians. All of them are high-quality personnel.”

“It’s a lot of waste trying to hold on to this kind of power. You can’t starve to death, so you have to feed them. If someone escapes, you’ll be in big trouble, so you need a lot of good liver too. In my heart, I just want to release it, but the situation is not good enough. know?” On the day Eisbovald fell, the bandit slaughtered two sword masters and numerous swordsmen. The people imprisoned in this dungeon were virtually nothing more than a group of defeated soldiers.

For Tiloria, who knew this, Phoenix’s words felt so shameless.

“You just want to let go? I never thought you would talk like that.”

“Oh yeah? Then what did you imagine?” He clenched his chin and smiled.

“Tell me once. Let’s guess how similar my next best solution is to your imagination.”

“…second best?”

“Your brother won’t touch you if you give me a hint. Because the child is innocent.”

The cool smile and shrug of the shoulders belonged to a charming and beautiful young man. But the atmosphere he gave off and the words he spoke were neither attractive nor beautiful.

“But what about adults? If you risked your life for your guts, you won’t have to pay the price. What is the cost? Tell me what you imagined.”

“Why are you not talking? Some thug made a very interesting suggestion. Shall we start with that?”

The red knight gently moistened his lips as he touched the scars left behind with his fingertips.

“They said to sell the men to pirates and turn the women over to brothels. In a dangerous case like you, you could easily escape, so I cut off all my limbs and have a pretty body-”

Phoenix, who continued to speak slowly, caught a glimpse of the boy who was trembling with his ears covered and swallowed his whispers.

“…Of course I don’t want to do anything ugly like that. You wouldn’t want to be like that either. right?”

Tiloria answered in a slightly trembling voice.

“What do you want?”

“It is very simple. I want you to pay for the meal.”

“……The price of food?”

“’Kobal’ has already paid for the meal. The old man down there did some hard work for me. ‘Horhiu’ decided to start working after the city had stabilized to some extent. Horhiu Cathedral will be a weapons training center for soldiers.”

“…dumb monks.”

“You’re clever. It is better to sweat than to shed blood.”

Phoenix deliberately lowered his voice.

“The swordsmen who don’t belong to a particularly great school and don’t hold a grudge against me have already converted. I’d rather be cut under me for just one year and then released than rot in this basement until I die.”

There were only eight swordsmen who had converted like that. It was something he didn’t have to say.

“Are we going to do that too?”

“that’s right. There are a total of six swordsmen from your school that are imprisoned here, so only three of them come to work. no no no You know the necromancer who used that ‘spiritual armor’ before? Four people including him. Then I’ll spare you and release you if the results are good.”

“dog sound.”

Even though her voice trembled, she showed a very determined demeanor.

“I am the heir of Shel-Sid, and at the same time the daughter of House Obir. You cannot point a sword at the Empire for the sake of your enemies.”

Cell-seed is a swordsmanship that is said to have been created during the ancient empire, and has been practiced for hundreds of years after the ancient empire collapsed.

It was Tiloria’s great-grandfather, who studied literature throughout their lives, and the then emperor ‘Judvik the Great’, who generously supported it.

The royal family of Sudamterk, the family of the current emperor Ruilix II, is half-enemy with the family of the great Judvik, the Grand Duchess of Antashica, but even so, it is Tiloria’s point that they cannot point their swords at the empire. It was a thought.

“Then I’m glad. Our enemies are Duke Abil Rambus and Viceroy Burcard. Not the U. Tergerland Empire.”

“Are you trying to play with words?”

“no. It makes a hole for survival.”

“A hole to survive? under. If it was sold by the man who killed Tantilus, I would rather throw myself into the fire.”

“…do whatever you want. Because the decision

is yours.”

Thieves wearing magical headgear and flying around. The red knight coveted them.

But I couldn’t be clinging to someone I didn’t like. because he’s so busy

In the end, Phoenix got up from his seat as if he had no choice.

“Then I’ll take my brother for now.”

“……what?”

“You can’t leave a child in a stinky place like this.”

“No, never.”

The enemy knight approached with great strides. Tiloria, white-faced, pounced on him, hiding her brother behind her back.

tadak.

The woman, with a slender but well-trained body, kicked the floor in the blink of an eye and threw a fist.

It was a quick attack, but Phoenix easily avoided it by moving one step to the side. Then, with a sneaky fist, he slapped her on the bridge of the nose.

“Keep it off.” While Tiloria stomped her butt, the red knight picked up Mil Lops, who was stiffening up.

“OO huh” . 9 — ‘I .

The boy shuddered and began to sob. Surprised Phoenix comforted the boy.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry because you’re not a bad person. pop.”

It was a sound that would not even be eaten. Milops began to weep more bitterly.

“No, Milio-”

Phoenix was flustered and patted the child on the back while kicking the woman staggering at her.

baek!

“Cheuk keuh-”

Tiloria’s face became covered in blood in an instant. Hearing his sister’s painful moans, the boy’s eyelashes began to quiver.

“Ego- I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let’s go up and eat something delicious. huh?”

The red knight buried his small head in his bosom and covered the child’s ears with his large hands. While soothing Milops, he looked down at Tiloria and said,

“It’s only up to you to choose whether you’ll stay underground and wait for the final moment, or serve me for one year and save your family and school.”

“Milio. Give me Milio.”

“I pray you choose the latter. I don’t want to make this cute kid an orphan.”

The young swordsman crawled and reached out, scratching the floor. The red knight evaded the hand and left the cell.

“Millio can’t. Milioman said, “

Oh, that’s right. And… while the soldiers locked the cell door, Phoenix smiled through the bars.

“The next time we meet, if you speak softly again, I will pull out all your teeth.”

“Give me back Milio. Milio!”

The red knight disappeared to the ground holding the boy in his arms.

morning two days later.

“Hurry up!”

“We leave before the sun rises!”

Phoenix, who was preparing to go out with about 300 troops, smiled at his conversion.

“I thought you would send your men.”

“I have no subordinates.”

Tiloria, with a stiff face, wore a thin breastplate over a leather garment and wore a wide sword around her waist. In addition to that, the headgear with delicately embossed feather patterns was the equipment returned after being released from the dungeon.

“There is only family and colleagues.”

“Aha yeah?”

The red knight on the bicorn looked back at her party with a smile on his face.

Standing beside the new representative of the Sel-Sid were two swordsmen from the school and a middle-aged necromancer who was said to have had a relationship with her grandfather. They all had hateful eyes.

“Everyone seems to have feelings for me personally, but let’s do our best. If you live hard, you can save your school and get ahead… If you’re lucky, won’t you get revenge someday?”

Representing those standing silently, Tiloria answered with a twist of her mouth.

“I will keep that in mind.”

Phoenix smiled even brighter.