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Chapter 81.2: East of Empire (5)
Strangely, I found myself thinking of the elf knights. They were annoying when we were together, but now that were apart, they somehow seem like decent fellows.
Actually, they might have been decent. If it were them, they would have insisted on one-on-one even in that situation.
A knight is supposed to be honorable, but. . .
If every knight were honorable, why would an honorable knight be praised?
Honor is not easy to uphold. Everyone says it must be maintained, but only a few can actually do so, and thats what makes it great.
The knights attacking me now were like that too.
Johan actually felt a sense of kinship with them.
Ah, these knight dastards here are human too! They act just like me in a pinch, despite what they say!
But then, Johans eyes met Achladdas.
Achladda didnt speak, but his proud eyes conveyed a strong message to Johan. It was a plea for help.
Getting involved now wouldnt result in a good relationship with the western knight dastards after its all over, but. . .
Johan decided. He would side with the centaur knights.
He didnt know which side would benefit more. It could even be a loss. But honestly. . .
He found the centaurs more likable than the knight dastards.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
!
Gasp!
As Johan charged forward, shouting in Eastern language that he would kill their parents and children and bury them together, Achladda stumbled and almost fell. It was truly a first-time experience.
What did he say?
A knight from the Empire speaking Eastern language. . .?
Those nearby who had fallen off their horses or were scattered laughed uproariously at the sudden use of Eastern language. Only the western knights were confused.
But Eastern language was just the beginning.
If you are a knight, fight one-on-one!
Shut. . .
Johan swung his sword at the helmet of the most unfortunate knight in front. Sparks flew as the knight rolled to the side.
Ah. . . Of course, indeed!
Sir Johan has taken down another one!
!
!
The excitement reached its peak.
Johan, entangled with the knights, took a few hits while charging in. He absorbed the impact on his back and shoulders, enduring it with his muscles.
He certainly reaped the rewards. Though the attacks were exchanged, Johan was the only one standing.
Damn it! Is Sir Knight even human?!
Look ahead, you fool!
Haha! Im watching!
Achladda cheered and swung his spear.
Johan had unseated all the other knights, but left the leader-like figure alone. It was Lucas of the Lachio family.
Even though Johan could have taken him down, he yielded to Achladda, prompting the audience to cry out, !
This honorable conduct, so different from the knights in the west who attacked in groups, set the crowd ablaze.
Johan shouted in Eastern tongue.
Do you wish for assistance from behind?
No, Im fine!
Achladda shouted back, sweating. He was tired from continuous combat, and Sir Lucas was no easy opponent. Lucass horse, particularly exhausted, was panting heavily.
Achladda, more aware of Lucass horse than Lucas himself. Although he might have been inferior to Lucas in pure weapon skill. . .
!
Instead of clashing swords, Achladda collided with Lucass horse. The horse neighed and toppled to the side.
Sorry, youre an honorable companion!
Achladda apologized to the horse in Eastern tongue and quickly pointed his sword at Sir Lucass throat. Lucas, trying to pick up his dropped weapon, resigned with a look of defeat.
. . .Ive lost.
Eastern knights still energetic enough to yell, raised their weapons high in the air. It was a clear victory.
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Chapter 81.2: East of Empire (5)
Strangely, I found myself thinking of the elf knights. They were annoying when we were together, but now that were apart, they somehow seem like decent fellows.
Actually, they might have been decent. If it were them, they would have insisted on one-on-one even in that situation.
A knight is supposed to be honorable, but. . .
If every knight were honorable, why would an honorable knight be praised?
Honor is not easy to uphold. Everyone says it must be maintained, but only a few can actually do so, and thats what makes it great.
The knights attacking me now were like that too.
Johan actually felt a sense of kinship with them.
Ah, these knight dastards here are human too! They act just like me in a pinch, despite what they say!
But then, Johans eyes met Achladdas.
Achladda didnt speak, but his proud eyes conveyed a strong message to Johan. It was a plea for help.
Getting involved now wouldnt result in a good relationship with the western knight dastards after its all over, but. . .
Johan decided. He would side with the centaur knights.
He didnt know which side would benefit more. It could even be a loss. But honestly. . .
He found the centaurs more likable than the knight dastards.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
!
Gasp!
As Johan charged forward, shouting in Eastern language that he would kill their parents and children and bury them together, Achladda stumbled and almost fell. It was truly a first-time experience.
What did he say?
A knight from the Empire speaking Eastern language. . .?
Those nearby who had fallen off their horses or were scattered laughed uproariously at the sudden use of Eastern language. Only the western knights were confused.
But Eastern language was just the beginning.
If you are a knight, fight one-on-one!
Shut. . .
Johan swung his sword at the helmet of the most unfortunate knight in front. Sparks flew as the knight rolled to the side.
Ah. . . Of course, indeed!
Sir Johan has taken down another one!
!
!
The excitement reached its peak.
Johan, entangled with the knights, took a few hits while charging in. He absorbed the impact on his back and shoulders, enduring it with his muscles.
He certainly reaped the rewards. Though the attacks were exchanged, Johan was the only one standing.
Damn it! Is Sir Knight even human?!
Look ahead, you fool!
Haha! Im watching!
Achladda cheered and swung his spear.
Johan had unseated all the other knights, but left the leader-like figure alone. It was Lucas of the Lachio family.
Even though Johan could have taken him down, he yielded to Achladda, prompting the audience to cry out, !
This honorable conduct, so different from the knights in the west who attacked in groups, set the crowd ablaze.
Johan shouted in Eastern tongue.
Do you wish for assistance from behind?
No, Im fine!
Achladda shouted back, sweating. He was tired from continuous combat, and Sir Lucas was no easy opponent. Lucass horse, particularly exhausted, was panting heavily.
Achladda, more aware of Lucass horse than Lucas himself. Although he might have been inferior to Lucas in pure weapon skill. . .
!
Instead of clashing swords, Achladda collided with Lucass horse. The horse neighed and toppled to the side.
Sorry, youre an honorable companion!
Achladda apologized to the horse in Eastern tongue and quickly pointed his sword at Sir Lucass throat. Lucas, trying to pick up his dropped weapon, resigned with a look of defeat.
. . .Ive lost.
Eastern knights still energetic enough to yell, raised their weapons high in the air. It was a clear victory.
Chapter 81.2: East of Empire 5Strangely, I found myself thinking of the elf knights. They were annoying when we were together, but now that were apart, they somehow seem like decent fellows.Actually, they might have been decent. If it were them, they would have insisted on one-on-one even in that situation.A knight is supposed to be honorable, but. . .If every knight were honorable, why would an honorable knight be praised?Honor is not easy to uphold. Everyone says it must be maintained, but only a few can actually do so, and thats what makes it great.The knights attacking me now were like that too. Johan actually felt a sense of kinship with them.Ah, these knight dastards here are human too! They act just like me in a pinch, despite what they say!But then, Johans eyes met Achladdas.Achladda didnt speak, but his proud eyes conveyed a strong message to Johan. It was a plea for help.Getting involved now wouldnt result in a good relationship with the western knight dastards after its all over, but. . .Johan decided. He would side with the centaur knights.He didnt know which side would benefit more. It could even be a loss. But honestly. . .He found the centaurs more likable than the knight dastards.The source of this content novelbin!Gasp!As Johan charged forward, shouting in Eastern language that he would kill their parents and children and bury them together, Achladda stumbled and almost fell. It was truly a first-time experience.What did he say?A knight from the Empire speaking Eastern language. . .?Those nearby who had fallen off their horses or were scattered laughed uproariously at the sudden use of Eastern language. Only the western knights were confused.But Eastern language was just the beginning.If you are a knight, fight one-on-one!Shut. . .Johan swung his sword at the helmet of the most unfortunate knight in front. Sparks flew as the knight rolled to the side.Ah. . . Of course, indeed!Sir Johan has taken down another one!!!The excitement reached its peak.Johan, entangled with the knights, took a few hits while charging in. He absorbed the impact on his back and shoulders, enduring it with his muscles.He certainly reaped the rewards. Though the attacks were exchanged, Johan was the only one standing.Damn it! Is Sir Knight even human?!Look ahead, you fool!Haha! Im watching!Achladda cheered and swung his spear.Johan had unseated all the other knights, but left the leader-like figure alone. It was Lucas of the Lachio family.Even though Johan could have taken him down, he yielded to Achladda, prompting the audience to cry out, !This honorable conduct, so different from the knights in the west who attacked in groups, set the crowd ablaze.Johan shouted in Eastern tongue.Do you wish for assistance from behind?No, Im fine!Achladda shouted back, sweating. He was tired from continuous combat, and Sir Lucas was no easy opponent. Lucass horse, particularly exhausted, was panting heavily.Achladda, more aware of Lucass horse than Lucas himself. Although he might have been inferior to Lucas in pure weapon skill. . .!Instead of clashing swords, Achladda collided with Lucass horse. The horse neighed and toppled to the side.Sorry, youre an honorable companion!Achladda apologized to the horse in Eastern tongue and quickly pointed his sword at Sir Lucass throat. Lucas, trying to pick up his dropped weapon, resigned with a look of defeat.. . .Ive lost.Eastern knights still energetic enough to yell, raised their weapons high in the air. It was a clear victory.
