The Northern Grand Duke’s Crazy Son-in-Law Chapter 51

51. Hostage

The orange lamp hanging from the carriage swayed, struggling to push away the heavy darkness that the northern night had brought.

The sound of horse hooves crunching on the softly piled snow, the sound of the wheels turning laboriously, and Gwen’s snoring blended well together.

Galahad exhaled deeply from his cigarette smoke.

The air was filled with the scent of lemons.

“Why are you moving at night? It’s dangerous.”

Gilbert asked, pulling on the reins. It was not a complaint, but a simple question.

“Isn’t the night dark and nice?”

“…yes?”

Galahad ignored Gilverton’s question and shook off the tobacco.

‘There is a demon targeting Damian.’

The next question was ‘Why?’

If there is a demon targeting Damian, why did he leave Damian alone?

He didn’t take it away or kill it, but left it alone.

And then Damien joins a new platoon and after a certain period of time, they attack again.

‘why?’

Galahad muttered softly.

There was definitely an intention. To understand the intention, we had to analyze the results.

As a result, Damian was rejected by the soldiers despite his outstanding skills.

I was in a situation where I had to open my mouth and eat my eyes. If Galahad hadn’t brought me here, I would have starved to death or been beaten to death.

‘Is that what you wanted?’

“What if a monster appears like this?”

Gilbert’s question broke my thoughts.

“It would be great if you showed up.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m talking about Damien.”

“Yes, that kid.”

“Didn’t four platoons disappear to the Demon Tribe?”

“It was like that, right?”

“What if some demon was after Damian?”

“Why is the demon after that brat?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

Gilverton’s eyes widened slightly at Galahad’s tongue-clicking sound, then narrowed.

“Didn’t you say it didn’t matter when you first brought me here?”

“That’s right.”

“But why do you care now?”

Galahad frowned at the sharp question that did not suit Gilbert.

That was true. It didn’t really matter if I had eaten the platoon four times. The investigation didn’t reveal anything.

It was the ash aura that changed that thought.

“I’m saying this because it’s become more precious now.”

“…You even say that?”

Galahad chuckled at Gilbert’s astonished eyes.

“Well, if the Demons only killed Damian’s platoon and sent them back-”

Gilbutton’s words trailed off for a moment. His already slanted eyes narrowed even further.

“That’s vicious.”

“…scab?”

“Yes, you sent me back on purpose so that I could suffer more.”

“Are you talking about pain?”

“As you can see, back then, I couldn’t go to the unit and just sat there, right? That’s because the other platoons all refused. It was ominous. There was actual violence.”

“Right.”

“Those damn bastards!”

Gilbert took the reins roughly and cursed crudely.

It was a raw opinion, but it certainly made sense.

‘Were you planning to kill Damian’s will?’

In fact, when Galahad suggested recruiting the special forces, Damian refused. He said that if he got involved with him, they would all die.

If that’s the case, the raid was conducted over a period of time.

‘Did you give it time to grow on you?’

Just when I thought I was getting a little closer, the platoon was wiped out four times.

Even the most self-conscious person would think that it was his fault. This is especially true for a growing boy.

‘Is that the cause of the ashen aura?’

Galahad knocked out the tobacco.

If there is a being with such intention-.

‘You must be feeling quite hot by now.’

I could guarantee it. There was no one in Damien’s life who was as kind and warm as Gwen.

Gwen took such great care of Damian that she even gave him her own food. It was to the point where I wondered if he was Gwen’s child.

There was also Tom and the curt Gilbert.

There has never been a better time to bring about despair that would crush Damien.

“How dare you brat-. I won’t let those bastards off easy.”

At that moment, Gilburton clenched his teeth. His face was filled with anger. He was truly simple.

Galahad clicked his tongue slightly and habitually sprayed mana.

yet-.

“Oh, I guess you’re upset by what I said.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Those damn guys.”

Galahad rose from his seat. The cold wind blew his hair roughly. Galahad pounded the chariot with his fist.

Boom bang!

“Everyone, get up! We have guests!”

The carriage door opened and Tom came out.

“Another monster!”

Tom’s eyes were a little dim, as if he hadn’t slept yet. There was also a trace of saliva on the corner of his mouth. He was holding a crossbow in his hand.

“this time-.”

Galahad narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers.

The bright fire rose upward like a firecracker. The fire rose high and burst into the air with a small sound.

The deep darkness retreated into the bright light.

Then what you see is.

“You’re a demon. You’re dressed very nicely.”

They were pale men dressed like nobles.

The lights were startling, but their faces were indifferent. As if they had no emotions.

“this-!”

Gilbert pulled hard on the reins. The horses bucked and twisted. The snow below them splashed fiercely.

The carriage, which had been swaying for a moment, came to a precarious stop. It was an amazing feat.

“Knight- Gilbutton-!”

Boom! Gilbert drew his sword. Blue aura poured out without reserve. Darkness fled away. Gilbert’s distorted face was illuminated by the blue light.

The demons who saw him squinted their eyes. They looked like nobles facing an ignorant person.

A demon who pretends to be a noble.

“This is interesting.”

Galahad muttered, biting into his mouth a cigarette.

“There are eight demons! Is this the time to say that it’s interesting?”

“You’re a demon imitating a noble, aren’t you interesting?”

A look of embarrassment appeared on Gilbert’s face.

At that, Galahad clicked his tongue slightly.

How could it not be interesting when the demons are waiting in formal attire?

“There are eight demons. Even the lower ranks are dangerous.”

“Sir Gilbert, you have a habit of making obvious statements seem like they are something very special.”

Galahad looked around at the demons, pointing out Gilbert.

It wasn’t the Dark Magic Society. The Dark Magic Society wouldn’t have the luxury of messing with Galahad right now.

It was unlikely that I would accidentally encounter such a well-dressed demon outside of the Demon Realm. It was clear that they had approached me with intent.

It could be that he was after Galahad. He’s been making a lot of noise since he came to the North.

However, they did not attack right away.

If you were targeting Galahad, it would have been more efficient to attack the carriage.

The reason why he revealed himself instead of making an ambush is-.

‘It must be because of Damien.’

It seemed like they cared a lot about Damien.

‘It turned out that the Demon Clan was involved.’

Knock knock, Galahad collected his thoughts as he shook off the cigarette.

At that moment, the carriage door was about to open. Galahad forcefully closed the door.

“evil!”

There was a sound of something crashing and Gwen’s short scream.

“Ouch! I hit my head!”

“I see, is Damien okay?”

“Huh? Oh, I fell into a deep sleep.”

“I see, don’t come out yet.”

Galahad pushed the door open again.

Boom, the door slammed shut.

“What are you doing?”

When I turned my head to answer Gilbutton’s question, I saw a demon walking out alone, turning his sword.

With a long, sharp sword and neat uniform, he looked like a typical central knight.

“It’s the etiquette of a knight who learned it poorly.”

“Do the capital guys draw their swords so noisily?”

“That’s cool in the capital.”

“What a truly useless charm.”

“For those who already have it, the useless and annoying things are considered high-class. Oh, Sir Gilverton, I wonder if that demon wants to mix swords with you?”

Gilbutton’s eyes widened at the sight of the sword pointed at him.

“I’ll punish the demons who dare to imitate knights!”

How dare a demon imitate a knight. I was filled with anger.

At Galahad’s urging, Gilverton got out of the carriage. The thick snow soaked his boots.

The demon was really standing in the center like a knight, waiting for Gilbutton.

Gilbert spat at the disgusting sight and readjusted his sword.

“Belle Antoine of the Proxel family.”

“This is f*cking sick-.”

Gilbert’s eyes widened as he saw the demon introduce himself while taking a pose.

“This is Sir Gilbert of House Galahad!”

“Why am I of House Galahad!”

Gilbert shouted and readied his sword.

Galahad narrowed his eyes at Gilverton and the demon who was aiming his sword.

‘You seem like a noble. Are there nobles among the Demons?’

It was an interesting fact.

‘Well, there is a king of the demon tribe, so there must be nobles too.’

At that moment, the demon raised his sword diagonally and lowered his head.

Funnily enough, the guy was doing a pretty good job of imitating the etiquette of a capital knight.

Gilbert then immediately swung his sword full of aura.

“As expected, you’re ignorant.”

Galahad exclaimed in admiration.

The opposing demon made a small face and took the sword.

Gilbert’s sword and the Demon’s sword clashed.

I don’t know for sure, but my opponent was a low-level demon.

Galahad expected Gilverton to win outright.

but-.

For the first time in a long time, Galahad’s prediction was wrong.

The demon received Gilbert’s aura with his sword.

If you receive an aura with a sword that has no aura, it should be cut down, but the demon tribe held on.

‘It doesn’t seem like a famous sword that can receive an aura-.’

At that moment, a ripple appeared around the Demon’s sword.

‘That’s power.’

Even after checking on him, doubts remained.

The opponent was a low-level demon. No matter how powerful he was, there was no way a low-level demon could easily receive Gilverton’s aura.

The contest continued. Galahad observed the gnome and the demons behind him.

When swords clash-.

The eyebrows of the demon behind him furrowed.

‘Oh, I see.’

Galahad waved his hand in small admiration.

The mana spread out like a net and swept between the demons and the sword-wielding demons.

A thick concentration of mana was flowing between the demons.

As if connected by an invisible thread.

‘Are you giving me strength?’

If he receives the power of other demons, it would be explained that the lower-level demons can deal with Gilbutton.

They pretend it’s a fair one-on-one fight, and then they do something behind the scenes.

‘You really seem like a nobleman.’

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

Only then did I understand why eight demons had appeared.

They seem to have investigated the special forces themselves. It must be a strategy to deal with Gilbert.

I guess the calculation is that if they deal with Gilbutton, the rest can be dealt with by the wizard and Tom.

‘Still arrogant.’

Galahad clicked his tongue slightly.

At that moment, Gilverton’s sword bounced backwards. Gilverton’s face was distorted.

Gilbutton seemed to not understand why his sword was being pushed.

However, there was one thing they missed.

Black wasn’t just all there was to it.

like now-.

Gilbert’s sword slid across his opponent’s sword, causing his center of gravity to waver for a moment.

It was a split second, but Gilbert didn’t miss it.

The demon’s face rose into the air. Gilverton took a deep breath and retrieved his sword.

‘What amazing swordsmanship.’

Galahad was purely amazed.

As expected, Gilbert was a great knight.

The demons’ gaze followed the demon’s head as it rose. Soon, the demon’s head rolled on the floor. Its white eyes turned red.

Gilbert readied his sword and looked out for the demons.

Clap clap! The demons gave a light round of applause.

Their plans were blocked, yet they were so relaxed.

Galahad habitually sprinkled mana.

Galahad’s face hardened at the return result.

‘It wasn’t arrogance.’

Galahad clicked his tongue.

****

“Sir Gilbert.”

Gilverton returned to Galahad without letting his guard down.

‘He was clearly a low-ranking person, but how could he have this much power-.’

Gilbutton clenched and unclenched his numb hand.

The opponent was clearly a low-level demon. But the sword was heavy. If the bastard’s swordsmanship had been a little sharper, Gilbutton would have been pushed back.

Gilverton, who returned to Galahad, suddenly felt something strange.

Galahad, who would have originally teased Gilverton, saying, “Sir Gilverton, are you really going to lose to a low-level demon?” was quiet.

Gilverton turned his gaze to Galahad and squinted.

Galahad, who was always easygoing, now had a very stiff expression on his face.

Gilverton’s hair stood on end when he heard that Galahad was nervous.

“Is there a problem?”

Gilbert asked, adjusting his grip on his sword.

At that moment, a tall demon stepped forward among the demons. He was a demon who looked like a middle-aged man with a mustache.

“It looks like we’ve become more famous than we thought.”

“Huh? What does that mean?”

“Tom, can I have Damian?”

Galahad said, knocking on the carriage. Gilverton squinted at the unknown command.

“What the heck?”

“We’re surrounded.”

“There are seven left.”

At that moment, the tree next to me shook violently. Through it came men in luxurious attire.

Their clothes and weapons were all different. Some even showed off their flesh. They had one thing in common.

Having a fork and knife on your waist.

Are they all demons? Gilbutton bit his lip.

“Not the Demons. Tsk, these guys were here too.”

“……Do you know them?”

“They are a disgusting bunch of people who call themselves gourmets.”

Gourmet, Gilbert squinted his eyes at the unpleasant taste.

Those whom Galahad had called gourmets each held a well-maintained weapon. Gilverton instinctively felt that they were not easy.

It was a complete siege, with no boundaries.

Although the number increased, the silence remained the same.

The men didn’t say anything. They just relaxed and adjusted their weapons.

The situation was tough enough for the Demon Eight. But now they’re joining in.

Gilbert’s lips were parched.

“You’re all quiet. Oh, one side is thinking of cleaning up except Damien, and the gourmets don’t usually talk about meat. Hmm, I see.”

Galahad muttered to himself and pushed his bangs back. His usual composure was back on display.

Gilbert felt relieved and at the same time more anxious when he saw him.

“Okay, I’ve got a good plan.”

Galahad immediately climbed onto the chariot.

All eyes were fixed on Galahad.

Galahad greeted them leisurely, as if enjoying their gazes.

“I am Special Forces Captain Galahad. It’s nice to meet you. You’re all so reserved.”

Even though there was no answer, Galahad continued speaking nonchalantly.

“I guess I’ve become quite famous, to the point where a bunch of clumsy noblemen and disgusting gourmets have gathered together.”

Rather, Gilverton broke out in a cold sweat at the provocation of Galahad.

Still no answer. The mustachioed demon stepped forward. He was sharper than the other demons. Gilverton’s hands were sweaty.

It would have been discouraging to have received such a lack of response, but Galahad raised his voice instead.

“Well, you noble-imitating ones must have been scared of the special forces. So much so that you asked those disgusting gourmets for a deal. The deal is that you can eat all of them except Damien. Is that right? Oh, thank you. The gourmet over there nodded.”

The man pointed out shook his head twice in a hurry.

At that moment, Galahad kicked the chariot with his foot.

Tom took Damien out of the carriage. Galahad motioned to him.

‘…..Why Damian?’

Tom first handed Damian over to Galahad.

“Thank you, Tom.”

Galahad grabbed Damian by the collar and lifted him up, his hands rough as if he was carrying something.

“Oh, can I borrow your kendo? Thanks.”

Tom absentmindedly handed over the sword in response to the polite request.

“Good.”

Galahad nodded in satisfaction, holding Damien in one hand and his sword in the other.

At that, Gilbert and Tom opened their eyes wide.

At that moment, the gourmets started approaching, as if they were finishing their warm-up.

The mustachioed demon drew his sword. A colder air rose than before. Gilbutton’s hair stood on end.

At the clear threat, Gilverton swallowed dry saliva and glanced at Galahad.

If it’s Galahad.

At that moment, Galahad lifted up Damian.

It was amazing how such strength came from that skinny body.

Galahad waved Damian around as if showing off.

Damien, who was grabbed by the collar, dangled precariously.

The steps of the men who were approaching stopped due to the sudden action.

Galahad aimed his sword at Damian’s neck.

“Now, if you move, there’ll be a hole in this poor boy’s neck.”

The corners of his lips were raised.

There-.

“Ah… No! My child, please! I’ll do anything! Please spare Damien! No!! Tea… Rather me-! At least my child!”

As Gwen, terrified, cried and clung to him-.

A look of shock appeared on the demon’s face.

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