Translated by Wook
Edited by Wook
Rubid was looking up at the rift in the Doom Palace.
“You’ve done such a devilish thing.”
“That’s too much. I’m just a devil who is God’s servant.”
As Rubid muttered, Clavis, who was beside him, answered with a smile. At his nonsense, Rubid merely snorted.
Yesterday, the dukes took turns to guard the path to the Tomb. And the first order was the most well-prepared North.
Hence, the Northern Duke and his knights encamped in the Doom Palace and watched the crack.
In fact, the Northern Knights were very anxious because of this.
The impatient Rubid didn’t think he’d like such a sentry job like this. So many knights predicted that Rubid would play all sorts of games throughout his surveillance.
But surprisingly, he wasn’t annoyed or bored.
Rather, like a cat observing a fish in a fishbowl, he was obsessed with the shape of the fiery crack and was busy looking at it.
“Isn’t it pretty?”
Clavis asked, but Rubid didn’t answer, he merely stared at the crack.
“Can I tell you an interesting fact?”
Again, he was still the same.
However, it was the same for Clavis who was selfish, so he did not give in and continued,
“Time does not pass in the Tomb.”
“What?”
Rubid narrowed his brow at the unexpected words and looked back. Clavis smiled brightly at the interest he finally got.
“Do you need to be so surprised? It’s only natural that the world of the dead is different from ours.”
“So what you said is true?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
Clavis continued to speak and patted Rubid on the shoulder.
“Inside the crack, time is still. No, should I say it’s repeating? So, the time spent inside is not reflected in this world’s time. No matter how long a dream you have inside, it’s like it’s only one night when you open your eyes outside.”
Rubid frowned at the words he couldn’t believe easily, and looked at Clavis.
However, Clavis’ gaze was subtly deflected from him.
Clavis only pretended to see Rubid and made real eye contact with Marquis Ruber standing behind him.
“I’m serious, isn’t it so much fun?”
Those words were also directed to the Marquis, not Rubid.
The Marquis’ complexion hardened as this was the first time he heard about this.
‘Is it really true?’
He couldn’t believe it, but Clavis had no reason to lie. Now that the path to the Tomb has already been opened, even if he lied, he will soon be exposed.
The Marquis’ eyes flickered nervously.
‘Then, Rena…’
‘Does that mean that in the last 6 years, the time the child has spent may not be just 6 years?’
An unexpected proposition led to a dizzying hypothesis.
In the midst of this, Clavis was smiling at the Marquis.
As the Marquis struggled to swallow the awkward atmosphere, Rubid, who was pondering over Clavis’ words, muttered.
“But how did you find out?”
Clavis’ smile widened at the needlessly sharp question. There was Rena Ruber 6 years ago, and there were countless people before her, but he couldn’t say that here.
While he was looking for a word to use, an unexpected voice intervened.
“Now, that story will be shared with the East, right?”
Rubid’s face was distorted at the sound that came in as.
Lignan Aetherner and the Eastern Knights were rushing toward the Doom Palace.
“As expected, the main character is here.”
[Breaking the 4th wall all the while. I’m sure you guys know the saying, “Heroes/main characters arrive last”, right? They’re being sarcastic towards Lynn here, as they did in the past chapter too, I forgot which one.]
Unlike Rubid, who was agitated, Clavis welcomed him warmly.
But Lynn ignored the hospitality and coldness as he quietly walked to the crack.
“Stop.”
As the Eastern Duke approached, Rubid coldly blocked it.
“Where are you going, you cheeky bastard.”
“This is not the northern region.”
“Even if it’s not their territory, if a dog wanders around, one should chase it away.”
Lynn sighed at Rubid’s low-quality provocation. He then looked back at Clavis, as if he didn’t want to talk any more.
Clavis then intervened slowly.
“Ah, young Rubid. Don’t do that. The Eastern Duke has come under official schedule.”
“What?”
“He wants to take a look inside first.”
Rubid looked back and forth at Lynn and Clavis with a look of “What kind of nonsense are you talking about”.
“By himself?”
“Yes, because our Eastern Duke is diligent and competent.”
At Clavis’ favorable reception, Rubid’s expression turned cold.
‘Diligent? Competent? That bastard?’
Rubid bit his lip, then he suddenly spoke.
“I want to go too.”
At Rubid’s sudden declaration, Lynn looked at him as if he was looking at a fool in the world.
But, as always, Rubid was confident without any measures. And Lynn had no right to stop him.
In the end, Lynn only sighed and got on his horse. Then, whether Rubid followed or not, he went through the path to the Tomb alone.
.
.
.
The feeling upon crossing the crack was more normal than he thought.
He only felt a slight temperature difference, like when one goes out on a cloudy day.
As they crossed the rift, wide plains and hills opened up. But there was nothing pleasant there.
The sky was fiery red and the earth was black without a single grass. It was a landscape that could make one crazy if they kept looking at it.
‘It stings.’
In addition, the exposed skin was slightly sore.
‘Could it be poison?’
Lynn looked at the ring he was wearing, just in case.
Fortunately, the silver ring was still clear.
[Silver turns black upon contact with poison. I don’t know if this is common knowledge so I write it here, just in case.]
The black ground was muddy like a shallow swamp, but there didn’t seem to be a big problem to ride horses.
After a short inspection around the area, Lynn quickly drove his horse to the plains.
Fortunately, there were no dead on the way.
Lynn climbed up the hill to see what was beyond. But then, he heard a pinging, eerie sound behind his back.
He realized the source of the voice and reflexively turned his body. Shortly after, an invisible attack brushed past his ear.
“Keuh!”
Lynn, who had turned quickly, slipped off the saddle. He was hanging upside down as he held the reins, with Rubid in his upside-down view.
Lynn tried to stabilize his position on the white horse, and clenched his jaw as he saw the cub with his rapier unsheathed. Apparently what had just passed over his head was the Northern Slash.
Rubid, who had attacked from behind, took advantage of Lynn’s fall from the saddle and rushed past him.
‘Is he really going to kill me?’
Lynn gritted his teeth and climbed back into the saddle. He then ran after Rubid, urging his horse.
Soon, the two climbed the highest hill along the plain path.
Rubid, who arrived one step earlier than Lynn, muttered lightly.
“There’s nothing here.”
“Stop joking around.”
“I’m talking to myself, you bastard!”
Rubid shouted out in a rage, but Lynn ignored it and looked at the scene in front of him.
‘What did he mean with nothing, does this bastard not have eyes?’
Over the hill, the vast land, rugged mountains, and dense forests, a formidable-looking fortress could be seen.
That was the castle of the king that they needed to conquer.
In any case…
‘Why does the castle look like that?’
Lynn looked at the castle with perplexity.
It was strange. Obviously, the castle still looks like a castle, but there were no basic things a castle should have had.
‘There’s no path at all…?’
There were no roads, no gates, and no waterways. The fortress had a strange shape like a half-melted candle, and only the walls were thick.
‘How does one live in a castle like that?’
Lynn wondered for a while, but suddenly realized.
The dead are not alive. Therefore, they do not sleep, eat, or need to farm. They simply swarm around and hunt for living things.
Since it was a castle of such beings, it was natural that there were no rational structures such as roads or gates. Rather, the existence of the king and the remainder of the castle has to be considered strange.
With that thought in mind, Lynn thought of another problem.
‘Why does that castle exist if it’s not a stronghold for survival?’
Then there was a roar from the other side of the castle.
A loud sound rang with countless echoes, and the dead poured out from the castle at once.
‘Why so sudden…!’
Lynn clenched his teeth and turned his horse’s head.
But even while his body was moving away, Lynn’s gaze stayed on the ugly towering castle and the endless crawling of the dead.
He thought as he engraved the scene into his mind.
‘The dead do not live in that castle. So, why does that castle exist?’
‘Could it be that the castle itself makes the dead?’
Lynn thought to himself and cursed his own ideas.
Unfortunately, his conjecture was very close to the truth.
***
Meanwhile, the situation of the South was quite different from that with the North and East.
The East and North were already scouting the Tomb, but for the South, the first meeting between the commander and the knights was barely taking place.
And it was in a very cold atmosphere.
“We cannot accept you as our commander.”
There was only one knight who said so, but it was not just an individual opinion.
The 80 or so knights standing next to him were sympathizing with his will in deep silence.
Rena blinked blankly in the face of countless rejections.
‘But, I have not said anything yet, though?’
Sir Lena hadn’t even said hello yet. She felt unfair as she hadn’t even opened her mouth.
Rena looked at them for a moment, then she smiled.
When she learned that the Southern Knights were masters from aristocratic families, Rena had compassion on them.
She regretted it.
No matter who sympathized with whom, in the end, she is the one who is rejected even by these chosen victims.
Rena wasn’t in a very pleasant mood, but she swallowed her self-pity and smiled softly before asking innocently,
“May I ask why?”
“We can’t trust you.”
“Yes, because it’s still early. Trust builds gradually.”
When Rena smiled softly, the knights’ faces hardened.
Rena’s answer was overly principled and felt rather absurd.
Therefore, the knight frowned and rebutted,
“Establishing trust is something that requires minimal prospects.”
“Are you implying that I have no prospects?”
The knight tried euphemistically, but Rena did not notice the point. Because of this, the knight’s heart gradually became uncomfortable.
Whether she truly does not understand the situation or is just ignoring reality, she was acting just like a 7-year-old child, innocently holding the horse’s tail and hanging on.
The knight could not at all understand why such a woman was entrusted as the representative of the Southern Duke. He said so without hiding his animosity,
“In our opinion, yes, you have none. So, please step down.”
“But, this is the decision of the Southern Duke.”
When Rena mentioned the Southern Duke, the knight froze.
Seeing that, Rena asked again.
“Are you against the will of the Duke?”
“Surely not.”
“You’re not?”
“That’s why we’re asking you to resign yourself.”
At the knight’s cowardly reply, Rena nodded involuntarily.
The riddle has been solved. She didn’t know anything else, but she wondered how this could be done to the person the Southern Duke had set up himself.
‘They’re going to cover this all up and kick me out.’
‘But, wouldn’t the Southern Duke know about that sooner or later?’
Rena muttered to herself, recalling the names of those she had seen on the list.
As Rena recalled a 20-year-old young man who was recruited from a prestigious family, he realized that they were still immature young masters, and asked again,
“But I don’t get it. Why do you think I have no prospects?”
At the repeated question, the knight finally clenched his teeth and spoke directly.
“You’re of unknown origin and you’re too young.”
“Is that all?”
“And you’re a woman.”
“Do you think black cats are ominous?”
The knight’s eyebrow curved in a wave pattern at the sudden question. It was an expression that said, “What the hell are you on about?”
Thus, Rena kindly explained.
“It means you believe in superstition. Since I am a young woman of ambiguous origin, you seem to believe that I shouldn’t become the commander.”
The knight barely understood Rena’s words, so Rena smiled and continued,
“How about speaking more frankly? ‘In my preconceived notions, you look weak and incompetent. But the Southern Duke is terrifying, so I intend to bully you and drive you out.’”
Rena’s voice was still soft, so the knight realized the poignant ridicule of her words a bit late.
The knight got choked up by Rena’s harsh logic and asked back,
“If this is a preconceived notion, does that mean the reality is different?”
“If I said yes, can I become the commander?”
“Then prove it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why? Are you not confident?”
“Yes.”
At Rena’s resolute reply, the knights were once again puzzled.
Considering how cocky she was, she surrendered too quickly.
The knights thought that Rena had lowered her tail and gave a sullen expression. But Rena’s words weren’t over yet.
“The only way to prove my qualifications here is, at best, to knock you out, and what kind of proof is that? It will only hurt the Southern Knights like yesterday.”
Rena’s words were filled with no malice. Because of this, the anger of the knights also rose slowly.
The knights grind their teeth. There were also some who openly criticized Rena.
The scene seen at Doom Palace yesterday was a painful wound for them. They knew themselves how ugly they were, and they felt shame and hopelessness.
In fact, that was the reason why they wanted to change the commander. They’re not confident, they’re anxious, and they don’t think it’s going to be like this.
On the other hand, Rena swallowed a sigh as she watched the knights wriggling at her provocation.
‘What do we do with these kids?’
These young masters who do not even have the skills and manners, and even lose their discipline, proudly committing supremacy. If they go to the Tomb like this, they’ll be nothing but a corpse.
Rena thought the Southern Duke had given her a very difficult assignment.
It was time for her to sigh.
“I’m sure you’re good at teasing your tongue,” Someone muttered harshly.
Rena followed the voice and turned around to see a knight with a thick neck and extremely stout shoulders leaning towards her.
When Rena looked up, the knight mumbled.
“I like it, a good-tongued female commander.”
Some of the knights were embarrassed by the frivolous remarks and some were disgusted with it. But there were some who burst out laughing.
As if made up by the sound of laughter, the knight’s remarks became more low-key.
“I’m going to die anyway, so at the very least, I have to have that kind of pleasure, right?”
It was definitely a statement that crossed the line.
However, Rena did not panic and asked the knight,
“What’s this young master’s name?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Well, we’re about to do something, aren’t we?”
Rena smiled brightly at the knight’s question. She then added,
“I also have good hands and feet…”
Translated by Wook
Edited by Wook
Rubid was looking up at the rift in the Doom Palace.
“You’ve done such a devilish thing.”
“That’s too much. I’m just a devil who is God’s servant.”
As Rubid muttered, Clavis, who was beside him, answered with a smile. At his nonsense, Rubid merely snorted.
Yesterday, the dukes took turns to guard the path to the Tomb. And the first order was the most well-prepared North.
Hence, the Northern Duke and his knights encamped in the Doom Palace and watched the crack.
In fact, the Northern Knights were very anxious because of this.
The impatient Rubid didn’t think he’d like such a sentry job like this. So many knights predicted that Rubid would play all sorts of games throughout his surveillance.
But surprisingly, he wasn’t annoyed or bored.
Rather, like a cat observing a fish in a fishbowl, he was obsessed with the shape of the fiery crack and was busy looking at it.
“Isn’t it pretty?”
Clavis asked, but Rubid didn’t answer, he merely stared at the crack.
“Can I tell you an interesting fact?”
Again, he was still the same.
However, it was the same for Clavis who was selfish, so he did not give in and continued,
“Time does not pass in the Tomb.”
“What?”
Rubid narrowed his brow at the unexpected words and looked back. Clavis smiled brightly at the interest he finally got.
“Do you need to be so surprised? It’s only natural that the world of the dead is different from ours.”
“So what you said is true?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
Clavis continued to speak and patted Rubid on the shoulder.
“Inside the crack, time is still. No, should I say it’s repeating? So, the time spent inside is not reflected in this world’s time. No matter how long a dream you have inside, it’s like it’s only one night when you open your eyes outside.”
Rubid frowned at the words he couldn’t believe easily, and looked at Clavis.
However, Clavis’ gaze was subtly deflected from him.
Clavis only pretended to see Rubid and made real eye contact with Marquis Ruber standing behind him.
“I’m serious, isn’t it so much fun?”
Those words were also directed to the Marquis, not Rubid.
The Marquis’ complexion hardened as this was the first time he heard about this.
‘Is it really true?’
He couldn’t believe it, but Clavis had no reason to lie. Now that the path to the Tomb has already been opened, even if he lied, he will soon be exposed.
The Marquis’ eyes flickered nervously.
‘Then, Rena…’
‘Does that mean that in the last 6 years, the time the child has spent may not be just 6 years?’
An unexpected proposition led to a dizzying hypothesis.
In the midst of this, Clavis was smiling at the Marquis.
As the Marquis struggled to swallow the awkward atmosphere, Rubid, who was pondering over Clavis’ words, muttered.
“But how did you find out?”
Clavis’ smile widened at the needlessly sharp question. There was Rena Ruber 6 years ago, and there were countless people before her, but he couldn’t say that here.
While he was looking for a word to use, an unexpected voice intervened.
“Now, that story will be shared with the East, right?”
Rubid’s face was distorted at the sound that came in as.
Lignan Aetherner and the Eastern Knights were rushing toward the Doom Palace.
“As expected, the main character is here.”
[Breaking the 4th wall all the while. I’m sure you guys know the saying, “Heroes/main characters arrive last”, right? They’re being sarcastic towards Lynn here, as they did in the past chapter too, I forgot which one.]
Unlike Rubid, who was agitated, Clavis welcomed him warmly.
But Lynn ignored the hospitality and coldness as he quietly walked to the crack.
“Stop.”
As the Eastern Duke approached, Rubid coldly blocked it.
“Where are you going, you cheeky bastard.”
“This is not the northern region.”
“Even if it’s not their territory, if a dog wanders around, one should chase it away.”
Lynn sighed at Rubid’s low-quality provocation. He then looked back at Clavis, as if he didn’t want to talk any more.
Clavis then intervened slowly.
“Ah, young Rubid. Don’t do that. The Eastern Duke has come under official schedule.”
“What?”
“He wants to take a look inside first.”
Rubid looked back and forth at Lynn and Clavis with a look of “What kind of nonsense are you talking about”.
“By himself?”
“Yes, because our Eastern Duke is diligent and competent.”
At Clavis’ favorable reception, Rubid’s expression turned cold.
‘Diligent? Competent? That bastard?’
Rubid bit his lip, then he suddenly spoke.
“I want to go too.”
At Rubid’s sudden declaration, Lynn looked at him as if he was looking at a fool in the world.
But, as always, Rubid was confident without any measures. And Lynn had no right to stop him.
In the end, Lynn only sighed and got on his horse. Then, whether Rubid followed or not, he went through the path to the Tomb alone.
.
.
.
The feeling upon crossing the crack was more normal than he thought.
He only felt a slight temperature difference, like when one goes out on a cloudy day.
As they crossed the rift, wide plains and hills opened up. But there was nothing pleasant there.
The sky was fiery red and the earth was black without a single grass. It was a landscape that could make one crazy if they kept looking at it.
‘It stings.’
In addition, the exposed skin was slightly sore.
‘Could it be poison?’
Lynn looked at the ring he was wearing, just in case.
Fortunately, the silver ring was still clear.
[Silver turns black upon contact with poison. I don’t know if this is common knowledge so I write it here, just in case.]
The black ground was muddy like a shallow swamp, but there didn’t seem to be a big problem to ride horses.
After a short inspection around the area, Lynn quickly drove his horse to the plains.
Fortunately, there were no dead on the way.
Lynn climbed up the hill to see what was beyond. But then, he heard a pinging, eerie sound behind his back.
He realized the source of the voice and reflexively turned his body. Shortly after, an invisible attack brushed past his ear.
“Keuh!”
Lynn, who had turned quickly, slipped off the saddle. He was hanging upside down as he held the reins, with Rubid in his upside-down view.
Lynn tried to stabilize his position on the white horse, and clenched his jaw as he saw the cub with his rapier unsheathed. Apparently what had just passed over his head was the Northern Slash.
Rubid, who had attacked from behind, took advantage of Lynn’s fall from the saddle and rushed past him.
‘Is he really going to kill me?’
Lynn gritted his teeth and climbed back into the saddle. He then ran after Rubid, urging his horse.
Soon, the two climbed the highest hill along the plain path.
Rubid, who arrived one step earlier than Lynn, muttered lightly.
“There’s nothing here.”
“Stop joking around.”
“I’m talking to myself, you bastard!”
Rubid shouted out in a rage, but Lynn ignored it and looked at the scene in front of him.
‘What did he mean with nothing, does this bastard not have eyes?’
Over the hill, the vast land, rugged mountains, and dense forests, a formidable-looking fortress could be seen.
That was the castle of the king that they needed to conquer.
In any case…
‘Why does the castle look like that?’
Lynn looked at the castle with perplexity.
It was strange. Obviously, the castle still looks like a castle, but there were no basic things a castle should have had.
‘There’s no path at all…?’
There were no roads, no gates, and no waterways. The fortress had a strange shape like a half-melted candle, and only the walls were thick.
‘How does one live in a castle like that?’
Lynn wondered for a while, but suddenly realized.
The dead are not alive. Therefore, they do not sleep, eat, or need to farm. They simply swarm around and hunt for living things.
Since it was a castle of such beings, it was natural that there were no rational structures such as roads or gates. Rather, the existence of the king and the remainder of the castle has to be considered strange.
With that thought in mind, Lynn thought of another problem.
‘Why does that castle exist if it’s not a stronghold for survival?’
Then there was a roar from the other side of the castle.
A loud sound rang with countless echoes, and the dead poured out from the castle at once.
‘Why so sudden…!’
Lynn clenched his teeth and turned his horse’s head.
But even while his body was moving away, Lynn’s gaze stayed on the ugly towering castle and the endless crawling of the dead.
He thought as he engraved the scene into his mind.
‘The dead do not live in that castle. So, why does that castle exist?’
‘Could it be that the castle itself makes the dead?’
Lynn thought to himself and cursed his own ideas.
Unfortunately, his conjecture was very close to the truth.
***
Meanwhile, the situation of the South was quite different from that with the North and East.
The East and North were already scouting the Tomb, but for the South, the first meeting between the commander and the knights was barely taking place.
And it was in a very cold atmosphere.
“We cannot accept you as our commander.”
There was only one knight who said so, but it was not just an individual opinion.
The 80 or so knights standing next to him were sympathizing with his will in deep silence.
Rena blinked blankly in the face of countless rejections.
‘But, I have not said anything yet, though?’
Sir Lena hadn’t even said hello yet. She felt unfair as she hadn’t even opened her mouth.
Rena looked at them for a moment, then she smiled.
When she learned that the Southern Knights were masters from aristocratic families, Rena had compassion on them.
She regretted it.
No matter who sympathized with whom, in the end, she is the one who is rejected even by these chosen victims.
Rena wasn’t in a very pleasant mood, but she swallowed her self-pity and smiled softly before asking innocently,
“May I ask why?”
“We can’t trust you.”
“Yes, because it’s still early. Trust builds gradually.”
When Rena smiled softly, the knights’ faces hardened.
Rena’s answer was overly principled and felt rather absurd.
Therefore, the knight frowned and rebutted,
“Establishing trust is something that requires minimal prospects.”
“Are you implying that I have no prospects?”
The knight tried euphemistically, but Rena did not notice the point. Because of this, the knight’s heart gradually became uncomfortable.
Whether she truly does not understand the situation or is just ignoring reality, she was acting just like a 7-year-old child, innocently holding the horse’s tail and hanging on.
The knight could not at all understand why such a woman was entrusted as the representative of the Southern Duke. He said so without hiding his animosity,
“In our opinion, yes, you have none. So, please step down.”
“But, this is the decision of the Southern Duke.”
When Rena mentioned the Southern Duke, the knight froze.
Seeing that, Rena asked again.
“Are you against the will of the Duke?”
“Surely not.”
“You’re not?”
“That’s why we’re asking you to resign yourself.”
At the knight’s cowardly reply, Rena nodded involuntarily.
The riddle has been solved. She didn’t know anything else, but she wondered how this could be done to the person the Southern Duke had set up himself.
‘They’re going to cover this all up and kick me out.’
‘But, wouldn’t the Southern Duke know about that sooner or later?’
Rena muttered to herself, recalling the names of those she had seen on the list.
As Rena recalled a 20-year-old young man who was recruited from a prestigious family, he realized that they were still immature young masters, and asked again,
“But I don’t get it. Why do you think I have no prospects?”
At the repeated question, the knight finally clenched his teeth and spoke directly.
“You’re of unknown origin and you’re too young.”
“Is that all?”
“And you’re a woman.”
“Do you think black cats are ominous?”
The knight’s eyebrow curved in a wave pattern at the sudden question. It was an expression that said, “What the hell are you on about?”
Thus, Rena kindly explained.
“It means you believe in superstition. Since I am a young woman of ambiguous origin, you seem to believe that I shouldn’t become the commander.”
The knight barely understood Rena’s words, so Rena smiled and continued,
“How about speaking more frankly? ‘In my preconceived notions, you look weak and incompetent. But the Southern Duke is terrifying, so I intend to bully you and drive you out.’”
Rena’s voice was still soft, so the knight realized the poignant ridicule of her words a bit late.
The knight got choked up by Rena’s harsh logic and asked back,
“If this is a preconceived notion, does that mean the reality is different?”
“If I said yes, can I become the commander?”
“Then prove it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why? Are you not confident?”
“Yes.”
At Rena’s resolute reply, the knights were once again puzzled.
Considering how cocky she was, she surrendered too quickly.
The knights thought that Rena had lowered her tail and gave a sullen expression. But Rena’s words weren’t over yet.
“The only way to prove my qualifications here is, at best, to knock you out, and what kind of proof is that? It will only hurt the Southern Knights like yesterday.”
Rena’s words were filled with no malice. Because of this, the anger of the knights also rose slowly.
The knights grind their teeth. There were also some who openly criticized Rena.
The scene seen at Doom Palace yesterday was a painful wound for them. They knew themselves how ugly they were, and they felt shame and hopelessness.
In fact, that was the reason why they wanted to change the commander. They’re not confident, they’re anxious, and they don’t think it’s going to be like this.
On the other hand, Rena swallowed a sigh as she watched the knights wriggling at her provocation.
‘What do we do with these kids?’
These young masters who do not even have the skills and manners, and even lose their discipline, proudly committing supremacy. If they go to the Tomb like this, they’ll be nothing but a corpse.
Rena thought the Southern Duke had given her a very difficult assignment.
It was time for her to sigh.
“I’m sure you’re good at teasing your tongue,” Someone muttered harshly.
Rena followed the voice and turned around to see a knight with a thick neck and extremely stout shoulders leaning towards her.
When Rena looked up, the knight mumbled.
“I like it, a good-tongued female commander.”
Some of the knights were embarrassed by the frivolous remarks and some were disgusted with it. But there were some who burst out laughing.
As if made up by the sound of laughter, the knight’s remarks became more low-key.
“I’m going to die anyway, so at the very least, I have to have that kind of pleasure, right?”
It was definitely a statement that crossed the line.
However, Rena did not panic and asked the knight,
“What’s this young master’s name?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Well, we’re about to do something, aren’t we?”
Rena smiled brightly at the knight’s question. She then added,
“I also have good hands and feet…”
