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9. Good knife
Since both the Academy and the Information Bureau were located in the capital, Galahad mostly stayed there.
The capital was extremely clean. The floor was paved with smooth stones, and there was a sewer system so there was no sewage.
People were walking around in suits that looked like crows, and the smell of perfume filled your nostrils.
It was thanks to the magicians hired by the imperial family rather than the guys washing well.
In comparison, the North was terrible. I had heard it was bad, but when I actually got there, it wasn’t that bad.
The streets were covered with half-melted snow mixed with livestock waste, and the people were black and dry from not washing.
It was questionable whether the Black Death had spread only in the north.
“Are there people waiting over there?”
The place where the waiting people that Gilbutton brought lived was one level higher than that.
Most of the houses were collapsed, and among them there were also houses made of wood.
The limping man was crawling on the floor, and the one-handed man was looking at him and giggling.
“Yes, because all the useful ones are on the front lines.”
“So, only the losers who can’t go to the front line are waiting.”
“Similar.”
“It was just a quick fix.”
‘There was a reason why the Archduke set the condition that he be the one waiting.’
In other words, it meant, “Look for it yourself at the recycling center.”
As Galahad, in his neat coat, and the armed knight Gilverton walked together, eyes followed.
The men who cursed him as a cursed pillar quickly hid from Gilverton’s gaze.
“I’m pretty famous. I should practice signing.”
“Is it okay to listen to the sound of the pillar?”
“Good. Isn’t it every man’s dream to meet a capable and pretty woman and live comfortably?”
“Not me.”
“What is your dream?”
“I am······.”
Gilbutton, who was about to speak unconsciously, kept his mouth shut.
“Why are you stopping? There are two things that make people angry. Do you know which ones?”
“What is it?”
“A stupid wizard and a smart knight.”
“Enough with the stupid wizard, why do you make the smart knight angry?”
“If a knight is smart, his sword becomes slow. Your sword must be very fast.”
“······?”
Gilbutton pointed to one side. There was a cluster of huts. Huts, huts?
‘No different from an orc.’
I wondered how they survived in such a cold place, living in a hut.
Gilbert stopped in front of the shabbiest and most shabby of the huts.
A boy was sitting under four or five woven rags.
He was clearly a beggar, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, but he looked quite decent.
Even the mud on his face couldn’t hide the boy’s guilt.
He was a boy who looked like a nobleman, and his eyes were truly clear.
Gilbert pointed to the boy.
“Damian, you have uncanny sword skills.”
“Strange sword skills?”
“It’s not a swordsmanship, but the demons are incredibly good at catching people.”
“I don’t think it even has hair?”
“Does that matter?”
“Just kidding. You’re young and good at fighting, so why are you in the castle?”
“The platoon Damian was in was wiped out by the Demons. He is the only survivor.”
“If you’re a survivor of a platoon that was wiped out by the Demons, you should take better care of them. But what about the platoon······?”
“That happened about four times. Because of that, other platoons didn’t want to accept me, so I’m on standby for a while. I’ll probably be assigned to a scout soon.”
Gilbert muttered. The only survivor of a platoon that was wiped out four times.
“Is it possible that it was the boy’s doing?”
“None. We have completed a thorough investigation.”
Hmm-. Galahad let out a sigh. Since it was a front line, he would have investigated more closely.
However, the fact that no evidence was found meant that it was highly unlikely that it was the boy’s doing.
“I guess your skills are useful.”
“Yes, that’s for sure.”
Galahad turned to the boy, shaking off the tobacco. The boy was covered in bruises and scars. Some of them had not healed.
‘Are you being bullied? I don’t need a weakling···.’
Galahad clicked his tongue slightly.
The boy was looking up at the sky with his mouth wide open.
“Are you eating snow?”
“I’m thirsty.”
“I see. Is it drinkable?”
“It tastes like lemon today.”
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Galahad hid the tobacco behind him. The boy was still eating his eyes.
Galahad looked at Gilverton in a dazed manner. Gilverton shrugged.
Galahad clicked his tongue and sat down next to the boy. Only then did the boy look at Galahad.
There was not a single emotion in those eyes. They were familiar eyes.
He looked like the guy I saw at the intelligence agency. Was he a brother? No, he was black.
If anything, the boy’s eyes were still clear, unlike the man who was soaked in murderous intent.
The boy opened his mouth.
“You look so strange.”
Galahad raised the corners of his mouth at the unexpected evaluation.
“Damian, you look strange too. You have a guilty look on your face. Were your parents noble?”
“No, my mother is a pros**tute.”
For the first time, Galahad was speechless at the sudden introduction of his parents.
“You’re amazing. Not just anyone can be a pros**tute. You have to be attractive enough to pay money. So, what does your father do?”
“Well, one of four.”
“Schrödinger’s father.”
“Schrödinger?”
“It means mysterious.”
Damien muttered ‘Schrödinger’ several times. He seemed to like the meaning of the word.
“I came to pick you up.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, I heard you’re really good at swordsmanship.”
“Aha, I can do it.”
“What great confidence. The special forces unit opened today, so you should join.”
“I don’t like that.”
At the clean rejection, Galahad looked at Gilverton. Gilverton shrugged his shoulders. How annoying.
“Why?”
“If I go in, everyone will die. I think you’ll be sad if you die, because you seem like a good person.”
The voice was quite sharp. Galahad squinted his eyes.
“First of all, I’m not an uncle, I’m a brother. The guy over there is a man. Now, call me brother.”
“brother,”
Gilverton’s face crumpled as Galahad pointed at him and said, “Mister!”
“Second, I’m not a good person. I’m trying to be a good person, but it’s not easy. And third, did you kill your platoon members?”
“The demons killed him.”
“You’re a bad demon.”
“They are bad demons.”
Contrary to the content, Damien’s voice was truly indifferent.
“If you blame it on yourself, wouldn’t the demon tribe that lost the ball be upset?”
“That’s true too.”
“We communicate well.”
“But if I go in, we’ll all die.”
“Don’t worry about that. I have a pretty long lifespan.”
Damian looked Galahad up and down.
“You look weak?”
“What you see isn’t everything.”
The boy, who had been pondering for a moment, nodded.
“Okay. I didn’t really have anything to do.”
“Damian, from now on, you are a member of the special forces. This is the order of His Highness the Grand Duke-. Now, boy, get up.”
“Yes, bro.”
Damien stood up, his sword dragging on the floor.
Gilbert couldn’t understand the two having such a strange conversation and working together.
Unfortunately, the two did not seek Gilbert’s understanding.
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Since Damian seemed very hungry, Galahad took Damian to a tavern.
“Then I will bring the rest. Don’t cause trouble. This is a place where even the Archduke has given up because of the mercenary scum mixed in. If you die here, you won’t even find your body.”
Gilbert warned several times and then disappeared.
‘I can’t even find the body.’
Galahad rolled the sentence through his mouth.
“Do you usually get into a lot of accidents?”
“Criminals think the extraordinary actions of a genius are accidents.”
“aha.”
I patted Damien’s head as he nodded.
A man who appeared to be the owner of a bar spat. He had a rusted iron club on one arm. He looked like a Northern Captain Hook.
“Get out of here! I told you not to come back here again! You unlucky brat!”
“You have a bad reputation.”
“Iknow, right.”
“At your age, people will like you if you just say hello. Come on, try it.”
“hello.”
“You need to bow your head a little more.”
“hi···.”
“What the hell, what the hell is this idiot doing?”
Galahad clicked his tongue slightly at the harsh insult. The barman waved his iron club on his right. Was he threatening?
“My name is Galahad. Nice to meet you, my handsome one-armed friend.”
“Who’s your friend! What the f*ck-.”
Galahad placed his hand on the man’s club. As the man was about to curse, sparks flew from his mouth.
The man who had been mumbling staggered and leaned next to me.
“They said I can go in. Okay, let’s go in.”
“Did you kill him?”
“No, I just took a nap. I’m sure you’ll have really good dreams.”
Galahad stepped over the man’s bulging belly and entered the tavern.
The first thing that greeted them was the loud noise, lukewarm heat, and the dirty smell of sweat.
“Good.”
Men who were missing one eye or lacking something else were chattering noisily. Among them, wrinkled women burst into sharp laughter.
The floor was strewn with bones and broken glasses that had not been cleaned, and a strange singing sound was heard from somewhere.
As they entered, the noisy noise suddenly stopped. Everyone’s attention was focused.
The red-eyed men blew their noses. One of them fiddled with the sword tied to his waist.
“Do you feel like you’re hated just as much as I am?”
“It’s my fault.”
“No, it’s not your fault. I guarantee it.”
Galahad raised his hand and shouted.
“Hello, everyone! I am Galahad, the captain of the special forces! If you are in good health and confident in your skills, apply! I do not consider character!”
The already tense atmosphere became even more tense.
“The manners here are terrible. No one greets you.”
Damian waved his hand belatedly at Galahad’s grumbling.
Galahad chuckled and headed towards the table in the center. It was a beautiful table with sword marks here and there.
“Order whatever you want to eat.”
“Really?”
“I don’t lie.”
Damien’s eyes sparkled. He must have had a bad meal.
Galahad raised his hand to order. It was not a waiter who came to take his order, but a man who had been drinking at the next table.
He slammed his fist on the table! That must hurt. – Galahad muttered softly and raised his head.
The man raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at Galahad.
“f*ck, where the hell did you say you smelled like a f*cking demon? There’s a wizard kid there?”
The bearded man placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder and stared at Galahad.
‘That’s what he did.’
The size of the fist was similar to the bruise near Damian’s ribs. Galahad’s eyes sank.
“First of all, magic and demons are completely different. If you say something like that in the capital, you’ll be called an ignorant brat, so be careful.”
“······What ignorant brat?”
“You might hear something like that. Are you perhaps ignorant?”
The man shook his head unconsciously.
“That’s why I’m saying to be careful not to be misunderstood.”
The man’s face was distorted. Yellow fluid flowed from his empty eye sockets.
Perhaps sensing something in Galahad’s relaxed attitude, he glanced at Damian.
‘Why do these guys ignore the wizard?’
Galahad was genuinely curious.
At that moment, the man who had been hesitating for a moment turned his gaze to Damien. It seemed like his original business was to do that.
“If you have money to come to the bar, give it to me, you son of a bitch.”
“I do not have money.”
“I don’t have money?
“Damian owes you money?”
When Galahad raised his right hand and asked, the man snapped his teeth.
“It’s not your job, is it?”
“Now that you’re my agent, it’s my job too.”
“Then will you pay me back?”
“It’s not that close yet.”
“f*ck! Then shut up! Before I break that table top!”
“Whoa-. Calm down. Who knows. I’ll pay you back?”
“So you’re going to pay me back?”
“Well, I’ll give it a try.”
The man’s face crumpled even more. His jaundiced eyes wandered for a moment. At that moment, the men behind him got up from their seats and came over to me.
The man’s shoulders rose again. He was a simpleton.
“The platoon member this kid killed was my friend. A very close friend-.”
“Aha, I see. So you lent me the money?”
“Why would you lend money to a bastard who preys on his men?”
“Then why are you asking me to bring money?”
“Because that kid killed a platoon member!”
“Did you kill a member of your platoon?”
“No. I don’t want to take credit for something.”
“That’s right. Stealing is wrong.”
“What the hell are you doing? This f*cking kid-.”
“Please wait a moment.”
Galahad took out a silver coin from his inner pocket and placed it on the table. The man’s mouth closed. The men exchanged quick glances.
The tavern became so quiet that you couldn’t even hear a sound. Then, there was the sound of the door locking. This is a den of thieves, Galahad clicked his tongue softly.
“Is the dead platoon member your family member?”
“They were colleagues who were like family.”
The man nodded and answered. A sharp sound, as if something was being taken out, was heard from the side.
“So you’re not family? Then why are you taking the money?”
“Well, we were very close colleagues-.”
“Well, no matter how strange the imperial law is, there is no way for an inheritance to be passed on to a comrade.”
“What the f*ck is the law-.”
A torrent of harsh insults poured out. A hot atmosphere was felt. Even a middle-aged woman was standing there holding a kitchen knife.
‘What an uncivilized place.’
Galahad clicked his tongue slightly and looked at Damian.
“Come to think of it, it’s partly your fault that your platoon mate died.”
“I said no.”
“Your platoon mate died because you were weak. If you were strong, would your platoon mate have died?”
“That’s true too.”
Galahad stared at Damian. Damian’s focus became clear.
At that moment, a loud noise was heard from behind. The sound of swords being drawn, the sound of excited breathing – it was the song of people who did not know the subject.
“Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is not to make the same mistakes again.”
“okay.”
Damien nodded.
“Okay, I’m in danger. Save me, Damian.”
Galahad let out a small scream. The men who had been drawing their swords stopped in their tracks at the strange action.
“Yes! Hyung!”
Damian answered briskly and drew his sword.
Damien’s sword was in bad shape. It was rusty in places, and there were unpolished bloodstains here and there. It was a stinky sword that could give you tetanus if you just brushed against it.
A silver line was drawn in the air. The line was very clean.
The man with his arm cut off fell down screaming. The red blood spurted out and soaked Damian. Damian opened his mouth wide. As if he was eating snow-.
“iced coffee!”
Damien let out an excited sigh.
‘You’re a butcher.’
Damien rolled forward.
The way he held the sword was very unique. He held it in a reverse manner, as if he had never held a sword before. His movements were more like those of a street swindler than a swordsman.
It was rough and disorganized, but strangely enough, it was sharper than any knight Galahad had ever seen.
The boy’s talent was not swordsmanship, but killing.
“Kill him! Kill him! You unlucky bastard!”
“Get behind!”
The bar quickly became a mess. Damien moved smoothly between the random attacks.
It was a movement closer to a feat than swordsmanship.
‘Your sword skills are quite strange.’
When the year was halfway through-.
Damien was the only one standing in the bar. Galahad was sitting.
“Welcome to the Special Forces Unit.”
Damian nodded at Galahad’s congratulations. The excitement on Damian’s face quickly cooled.
‘Are you a natural born killer?’
You got a nice knife.
Galahad flicked the finished tobacco on the floor.
At that moment, the door opened violently. Captain Hook, as usual, came in, swearing.
“You despicable wizard! What the hell! How dare you let your guard down-?!”
Captain Hook, who had been cursing curiously, trailed off at the reddened bar. Fear appeared on his face.
Captain Hook hesitated for a moment, then looked around and tried to sneak out again-.
“Please take my order.”
Galahad raised his right hand.
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