Chapter 8: Master Craftsman

The clash lasted only a moment, and the leader of the bandits dodged the first shot, but failed to dodge the second. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The cyan knight's horse fell in a pool of blood, and with the momentum, the battle axe cut off a horse's leg, if it weren't for Sein on the horse jumping off the horse in time, I'm afraid, even he wouldn't just fall dizzy.

"But, damn it"

Standing up staggeringly, there was a subtle feeling on his forehead, and when he touched it with his hand, it was bright red.

"It's embarrassing..."

Sein muttered, then looked up.

――Right in front of him, the picture seems to freeze frame.

The red knight's spear pierced the bandit's chest, and the muscular and fierce man still looked incredulous, staring at the barrel of the gun that pierced his heart.

His tomahawk hadn't been able to put away yet, and that was what happened to him if he was too arrogant to defeat Sein.

"Ha !!"

The horse continued forward, and the spear flipped a hundred and eighty degrees before being drawn, bringing up the corpse and blood.

Before the pillar of blood that flew high hit the ground, the bandit had been dragged down by the force, and then struggled for the last two times, and then never moved again.

Won.

Sein couldn't help but laugh.

Although the process was not satisfactory, it seems that the results are still good.

But when he turned around and saw again the war horse that could no longer accompany him in battle, his face was gloomy again.

“・・・”

It's too reckless.

The price of immaturity is the death of a partner.

Walking over, he gently covered the eyes of the war horse. There is no room for regret.

Regret makes the mood sour, and death makes people more clear about themselves.

The bandits collapsed faster than expected, but in a few moments they were already scattered.

“・・・”

Kent stood by with a cold face but didn't say anything, and after a while, Lynn and Rod also came over.

"Do you regret it?"

As a result, the first to start was the knight with whom Sain was least familiar.

Appeared beside Miss Lin before they did, the tough guy who couldn't be described.

A fight just now doesn't seem to even make him tired.

Obviously wearing a heavy armor, but for him, it was probably as light as a swordsman's suit?

Sein did not answer.

Rod glanced at Sain and said nothing more, he walked over to himself, then lowered his head and looked at the horse.

"It's not dead, though it won't live"

“・・・”

Rod glanced at Sain again.

"Won't you give it a ride?"

There was no answer, only the raised sword, which fell without hesitation.

The blade slit the horse's throat, and blood splattered out, and the hot horse's blood splattered Sein's face.

Tears mixed with bright red, drawing strange lines on the face.

"Let's keep going"

Rodra raised the green knight, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

Although he lost his memory, Rod still remembers that it was not the first time he had seen such a scene.

And... What is this?

The knight's gaze looked into the distance, as if he could see the vague fantasy and return to the distant past.

- The lonely knight stood on the top of the hill, unaccompanied, and said goodbye to his comrades with his own hands.

It was a desperate posture that could not get anything, but it did not waver for half a point.

Hands covered in steel armor dug open the ground, and the black earth, mixed with blood and rain, was dug up little by little, turning into a wet tomb.

This is definitely not a suitable place for a grave, and no one knows what will happen after this.

However, the war is not over yet, and I don't even know if I can continue to win, and I don't even know when I will die.

There is no chance to bring the corpses back to their homeland, because until then, they will decompose.

The icy liquid had long since lost its temperature, seeping into the chain mail, and it was bitterly cold.

Precious body temperatures are taken away, but people are helpless.

There the knight could only continue digging the tomb, alone.

This is the only part of the battlefield that is human. People who fight each other are the last humanity.

So, when did it happen?

The knight who walked forward thought silently, unable to get an answer. So, he stopped his thoughts, turned his head, and looked at the girl who had redeemed him on the same rainy night.

"Lynn," his expression was so serious that the girl was a little stunned.

"What's wrong?" it was more serious than ever.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome" Although I don't know why I thanked her, Lin still agreed.

Perhaps, she also understood, at this moment, the knight needed not understanding, but support.

The figure that is stronger than anyone else, but the back is hollower than anyone else.

If the shadow is the reflection of a person's accumulated history as they grow up, then the current knight is the one who has lost his shadow.

Even though it is powerful, it is just an illusory glimpse...

If you forget all the reasons why you are strong, what is the use of being able to fight the whole world with one person?

It's just a matter of trouble.

The knight turned around and continued walking.

Lynn trotted after her, then, Kent, and then, Sain.

The four of them walked together slowly, shortening the distance.

The green knight opened his mouth several times, then closed his mouth, and wanted to say something, but as if he cared about it, he did not say it after all.

Finally, the knight noticed this, so he took the initiative to ask.

"What's wrong?"

He wants to help everyone, at least, only the people around him.

Without sacrificing anyone, he wants to do everything he can, if he can.

The idea of being more arrogant than the savior is supported by absolute goodwill.

Should it be ridiculed? Is it arrogance?

I don't know, but the knight always thinks there's nothing wrong with that.

Believe in yourself, believe in your own morality, and go on like this, one day, you will get the end that you are satisfied with, right?

Being able to hold on to this path to death is your own victory, right?

"Hmm, I want to learn a sword from you, can't you?"

Sain's gaze was a little evasive, probably he knew he had asked something stupid, right?

Kent was a little embarrassed, but before he could speak, the knight nodded.

"Nothing can't be done"

"Huh?"

The three traveling companions widened their eyes. But the knight didn't seem to be a big deal.

"So, let's start tomorrow"

For him, it's really, not really, not a problem.

"It's just that my swordsmanship is not very easy to learn."

When he said this, Sein's face was full of excitement, and he didn't realize why...

Today's knights don't know much about modesty.

And when he is like this, he is not very studious.

Well, there really is something going on...