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52. Hostage 2
“Don’t move! If you move, I’ll stab you!”
A tall, neatly built man shouted as he held a cool sword to the neck of a small child.
The skinny child, who had not eaten much, was shaking dangerously under those rough hands.
Everyone stopped in their tracks at the sudden situation.
‘……?’
First-class gourmet Harold blinked.
So now-.
‘Are you threatening to take your own colleagues hostage?’
Harold frowned as he realized the situation belatedly.
The sobbing of the woman hanging on the man’s leg was too much to watch as a performance.
The woman was crying and pleading with the man. It couldn’t be an act.
And there was that neat smile of the guy who put a knife to that skinny kid’s neck.
It didn’t seem like simple acting.
I had doubts about it.
‘But why are you threatening me as a colleague?’
Harold clicked his tongue at the idiot who threatened his own colleague.
“Stop.”
The demon gave a soft command.
The demon’s face was slightly distorted.
“Stop?”
Harold asked, adjusting his grip on his sword.
“Yeah, stop it! If you want to stop this boy from having a hole in his throat!”
The man shook the boy and shouted. Harold’s brow furrowed at that.
“The child’s safety is our top priority.”
The demons actually took a step back. All of the demons had the same expression. As if they were tied together.
“Good idea! I am very ruthless!”
The man shook the boy excitedly.
‘What the heck is this-.’
Harold’s eyes widened as the two sides seemed to have switched positions.
‘That’s why the demons……’
The Majok’s calculations were clear. There was no room for any loopholes, hesitation, or compromise.
It is true that the gourmets came at the request of those demons, but it was not simply because of that.
Their target was that guy named Galahad.
Since the man named Galahad came to the North, the North has been in chaos.
There were quite a few people who wanted to deal with him. Gourmets were one of them.
More than anything-.
‘It’s a request from Dawn.’
Harold’s mouth was dry. The problem was that he had received multiple requests.
Who would have thought that the demons would suddenly retreat?
‘If you continue-.’
Harold examined the demons.
He still looked emotionless.
The demons retreated obediently.
If their priority is that boy.
‘I guess I’ll have to fight the demons too.’
It was clearly a perfect trap from which there was no escape.
To ruin him with just one move-.
‘What a great guy.’
Harold felt a small exclamation of admiration at the man who was smiling while pointing a knife at the boy.
but-.
“Do you really think he’d stab you? Humans are different from demons. Would he stab a young boy, his comrade, so carelessly?”
Harold pointed at the bastard and asked.
The demon’s head turned to him.
The guy who got the attention raised the corners of his mouth.
“What do you think?”
The bastard swung his sword around.
The sword drew graceful lines.
It was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to stab the boy’s neck, since he was a young, skinny boy who was his colleague.
but.
“Ahh! No! Please!”
A woman pleading beside her, a man holding her with a sorrowful expression, and even a knight turning his head as if he couldn’t see her.
‘……Why does it feel like I’m going to get stabbed?’
“The child’s safety is our top priority. We will not take any risks.”
The demon spoke firmly. His expression was still blank.
Harold chewed his lips for a moment, then nodded.
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Things are going to get complicated though.
‘First, let’s get rid of the demons.’
There was no need to deal with the demons.
Harold gestured to the gourmets. The gourmets’ faces turned irritated. There was nothing more humiliating than backing away from a piece of meat.
at that time.
“Huh? Their expressions are quite impure! Let’s clear out the troublesome demons and then attack them when the time is right! It’s like they’re saying, “Since you ruined the request, let’s take care of the boy too!”
The guy started talking weird.
“And gourmets never give up on their prey once they’ve set their sights on it, right?”
He spoke as if he knew gourmets.
Harold gulped at the leisurely voice that did not suit the situation.
The demons’ heads turned towards Harold.
“……That’s not true.”
“Well, look at those eyes twitching. When people lie, their eyes twitch. You’re lying.”
At the insistence of the man who continued, the mustachioed demon drew his sword.
It was aimed at the gourmets, not the black ones of the Demon Tribe.
“이 개새끼가-.”
Harold swore angrily.
There was no turning back now.
Demons and gourmets are intertwined.
****
‘…..?’
Tom had a hard time keeping up with the situation.
When I went out to raid, I was surrounded by demons and even strange people showed up.
In a desperate situation, Galahad suddenly put his sword to Damian’s neck.
The besiegers began to fight among themselves.
“That guy is quite skilled at swordsmanship.”
“I see, it seems you learned it from a promising knight in the capital.”
Gilverton and Galahad were talking nonchalantly while looking at him.
“Damian! Damian!”
“Gwen, come to your senses. You’re a wizard now, and you’re not so susceptible to mind control.”
“Huh? Aah?!”
As Galahad snapped his fingers, Gwen blinked. The tears that had been flowing down her eyes stopped. Soon, a gentle expression came over her face.
When Galahad received Damian, he touched Gwen’s head slightly, and it seemed like he did something.
Shouts and screams erupted from all directions. The gourmets fought the demons with different weapons.
“You fight well.”
Galahad spoke in a relaxed voice, as if it were none of his business.
“Oh? Were they knights?”
Those who were called gourmets were emitting different auras. Gilverton pointed to them and asked.
“To be precise, they are a series of failed articles.”
“……clinker?”
“They print articles in the capital. There are defects in the process. Like this.”
Gilverton’s brow furrowed at Galahad’s calm answer. He seemed to feel insulted at having to print out the article.
“Can the article be taken out?”
“It’s a form knight. Even if it succeeds, it’s weaker than a natural knight and can’t grow any further. But it’s still stronger than a soldier.”
“Where on earth would you use something like that?”
“They write here and there.”
At that moment, a long scream erupted. It was the usual mustachioed demon.
The mustachioed demons moved roughly like wolves among sheep. However, the gourmets were not easily taken advantage of.
They pressed the mustachioed demons from all sides as if they were hunting wild beasts. The attacks and defenses continued one after another.
The Demons were stronger in terms of force, but they had more Gourmets. The resulting balance was quite appropriate.
“Everyone, get ready.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“You’ll notice it soon.”
“What?”
“I’m saying I’m not that cruel.”
Galahad frowned.
Tom nodded and relaxed. Gwen murmured the spell, her mouth agape. Gilverton let out a long breath and readjusted his grip on his sword.
at that time-.
Swish.
“this.”
At the sharp sound, Galahad snapped his fingers.
Boom! The sharp arrow aimed at Damien was blocked by something and fell down.
“Look at that! What kind of hostage is that guy blocking the arrows!!”
One of the gourmets shouted, waving his crossbow.
The fighting stopped there.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Galahad.
“You fooled us.”
The mustachioed demon spoke in an indifferent voice.
To him Galahad-.
“Oh, I got caught. Here, take it. Gwen.”
I threw Damien back slightly. Damien’s neck, which had been covered by the sword, was clean. There was not a single wound.
“A joke that’s not worth playing-.”
The mustachioed demon squinted and aimed his sword.
“Don’t beat me up. You’re the ones who are foolish enough to compromise with the blackmailer.”
Galahad snapped his fingers without hesitation.
A gourmet fell to the ground as something flew by without a sound.
“This magic is……. you……!”
The largest of the gourmets cried out in horror.
“Hey, how’s the bald gourmet doing? He must have lost his tongue and can’t taste anything.”
Galahad put the tobacco in his mouth without any hesitation.
“Okay, let’s all join forces and protect Damian.”
At Galahad’s calm words.
“Crater of explosion-!”
Gwen screamed louder than ever.
A larger than usual fireball flew by quickly. A skinny gourmet tried to cut the fireball with the sword he was holding.
The fireball exploded violently. The fierce flames engulfed the surrounding area in an instant.
“Kwaaaaak!”
A loud scream was the signal.
“Well written, it’s a good sword.”
Galahad smiled and gently handed me the sword.
“You protect Damian.”
Tom nodded firmly, taking hold of his sword.
****
‘You noticed surprisingly quickly.’
Galahad clicked his tongue as he took out the tobacco.
Although not as much as expected, their numbers have decreased somewhat as they have been fighting each other.
Galahad began to plan and calculate again.
He quickly finished calculating and nodded.
“Sir Gilbert, capture that handsome moustache-bearing demon. I’ll buy you some time.”
“yes.”
At Gilbert’s curt answer, Galahad smiled and snapped his fingers.
The ice pick was fired quickly.
Even though it was dark and hard to see, one of the gourmets drew his sword and stopped him. He was quite skilled.
Crunch! The gourmet who had cut the ice pick raised the corners of his mouth. It was a clear sneer. Galahad laughed along with him.
At that moment, something lodged itself in the gourmet’s neck. Whoosh-. The gourmet fell backwards with a gasping sound. It was an ice pick.
Why?-. The gourmet’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
You have two hands, Galahad said, smiling as he waved his left hand.
Galahad took a deep drag on his cigarette and looked around.
The guys who had been fighting until just now had reconciled, and were now naturally approaching each other, mingling.
“They are truly unprincipled men.”
Galahad clicked his tongue slightly and snapped his fingers again.
Another ice pick shooting out-.
This one swung his axe briefly, as if he was wary of the second ice pick. He was definitely a quick learner.
As expected-.
The axe he had been swinging at struck the ice pick. However, the force he applied was weak as he was wary of the second ice pick.
Unfortunately, this time it was just an ice pick.
Instead, it was that thick. The power it carried was also twice as much.
The axe was pushed back, and a look of shock appeared on the bastard’s face. The ice pick that had pushed away the axe mixed with the aura lodged itself in the bastard’s stomach.
Kruk-. A soft scream was all that was heard.
The cold wind blew Galahad’s hair.
The egg of pain beat violently.
At that time, the gourmets formed a large group. One in front, two behind, and then three.
The method was for the person in front to strike first, and then the people behind them to take turns blocking the magic.
It was originally a large formation to deal with groups of wizards.
It seemed as if Galahad’s magic was supposed to be fast.
‘That’s definitely a good thing.’
It wasn’t called the wizard hunter for nothing.
Certainly, if it were a normal wizard, it would have been difficult.
Unfortunately-.
Galahad was no ordinary wizard.
‘That sounds fun.’
Galahad snapped his fingers.
Sparks flew continuously between his fingers.
Crack, crack, the spark grew in size in an instant with a cheerful sound.
It was a fleeting moment. A beautiful lightning flower bloomed.
“Let the lightning strike.”
Galahad muttered a joke and snapped his fingers.
A beautiful lightning flower bloomed on Galahad’s finger.
Sparks spread out like branches of flowers, growing through the dark night.
The gourmets did not stop walking even after seeing the approaching lightning flower.
The one in the lead raised his aura and swung his sword bravely.
The faces of the men looked yellow in the full-blown lightning. What was on those faces was confidence.
The basis of their confidence was the aura that lingered on their swords.
Originally, Auror divided magic.
Because there is nothing that belief cannot cut.
However, there were a few problems at the time.
First, they were cultured knights, not wild knights. Their beliefs were indoctrinated.
The roots of the instilled beliefs could not have been deep.
Second, as I said before, Galahad was no ordinary wizard.
Thump!
‘Okay, calm down.’
I clicked my tongue at the egg of urging pain.
At that moment, the sword mixed with Aura cut through the lightning precisely. A look of joy appeared on the bastard’s face.
Funny enough.
“Full bloom.”
Galahad muttered softly.
The split lightning struck in rough streaks.
The branches of the lightning flower spread out, branching out into hundreds of pieces.
The lightning that bloomed brilliantly was despair.
The group of gourmets who had been running briskly suddenly stopped. Behind them, the unresolved lightning flashed wildly.
The lightning shards scattered as they rode illuminated the surrounding area.
A look of astonishment appeared on the gourmets’ faces.
In silence-.
“Whew- That’s refreshing.”
Galahad shook his head refreshingly.
Galahad’s eyes were following Gilverton.
No, not exactly.
‘Mustache Demon.’
I looked at the mustachioed demon who was sharing the sword with Gilbutton.
****
‘what-‘
The mustachioed demon, Belle Urtan, frowned.
It was Gilverton, who was Adrianna’s confidant. I knew he was a skilled knight.
That’s why I prepared seven gasoline tanks.
I calculated that if there were seven Gasols, they would be able to handle it.
Things are going strangely wrong, with five Gasols left.
Actually, five would have been enough.
The reason why seven were prepared in the first place was because of a person named Galahad.
however.
‘Why doesn’t it work?’
Belle Urtan muttered as he drew his sword.
Clearly, even now, Belle Urtan’s power was stronger than that bastard’s aura.
But why?
“Knight Gilbutton!!”
I couldn’t understand why I was being pushed.
Belle Urtan’s power was stronger than that bastard’s aura. Moreover, Belle Urtan’s swordsmanship was authentic swordsmanship.
It was a match that Belle Urtan had to win, of course.
But the guy just wouldn’t fall down.
The reason is that.
‘The sword is faster than me.’
Gilverton’s sword was subtly faster. Belle Urtan couldn’t understand him.
How can that bastard’s sword be faster than mine?
The battle continued quickly.
yet.
Belle Urtan’s right arm shot into the air. Blood sprayed in a long line. The sword rolled across the floor.
“It’s bland.”
Gilverton’s sword was aimed at Urtang’s neck. Gilverton’s appearance was not very good either. His armor was cut here and there because he had rushed in so recklessly.
In contrast, the eyes were still sharp.
“Why is your sword faster?”
Gilverton turned his sword diagonally in response to Urtang’s question.
“You are a smart knight. That’s why your sword is slow.”
Are you smart but your sword is slow?
So then, the reason Gilbert’s sword is fast is…..
“Are you saying that your sword is fast because you’re stupid?”
“What? This son of a bitch.”
Belle Urtang frowned at Gilbutton’s sudden anger.
Isn’t that what you just said?
At that moment, a violent explosion occurred. The hot heat tickled Urtang’s cheek.
I turned my head and saw the gourmets retreating. Between them, Galahad ran in, looking like a mess. His hair, which had been neatly combed, was now a mess.
“Sir Gilbert, may I borrow that for a moment? I have an urgent need for it.”
Galahad said, shaking his head. He saw the gourmets and the householders running behind him. They seemed to have thinned out considerably, but there were still more of them.
Seunggi was on Urtang’s side.
“Yes, here it is.”
Gilbert handed over the Urtang. Urtang, who was being treated like an object, squinted his eyes.
At that moment, Galahad roughly grabbed Urtan’s neck.
The force was so strong that it took my breath away for a moment.
Galahad held Urthang high.
and.
“Okay, now that you’ve tried it once, I believe you’ll understand it quickly. Now! If you move, Iza’s head will explode.”
He continued his polite threats.
Those who were approaching the shaking Urtang with its neck held stopped abruptly.
Some of them rolled their eyes. Some readjusted their weapons.
“You did that sh*t before! Don’t stop!”
“Oh yeah.”
At someone’s shout, Galahad whispered softly and grabbed Urthang’s left shoulder.
Let’s tap his shoulder with our fingers.
A wild flame burst out from Urtang’s left shoulder.
Everyone’s movements stopped as the flames were so strong that they pushed away the darkness, and the smell was so strong that it made everyone stop moving.
In an instant, Urtang’s left arm, which had been burning hard, fell off.
In the heavy silence-.
“Oh, this time it’s real.”
Galahad added leisurely.
‘What is this?’
Urtang squinted his eyes.
At that moment, Galahad pulled Urthang closer.
As if observing, Galahad pulled Urthang right in front of him.
He looked at Urtang with sunken eyes and asked.
“Yeah, does it still seem like a joke to you?”
There wasn’t even a hint of laughter in that voice.
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