Instead of the knight’s sword embedding in his shoulder, he thrusts his own into the guy’s throat.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
No, it just grazed. Too shallow.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Tch, if it’s not instant death, it’s meaningless.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He immediately rolls on the ground.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“You rat!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
One knight catches up instantly and swings down.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He barely dodges, but another’s kick shakes his head.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Urk!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Holding onto consciousness, he quickly grabs the extended foot and pulls, toppling him.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Then, grabbing a rock, he smashes the guy’s helmet with all his might.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Clang-!
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Urgh!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
After a couple repeats, the struggling body goes limp.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Now, just one left—
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Slash-!
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A chilling sensation from behind makes him roll immediately.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
But he’s already cut.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A stinging pain rises from his arm.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“..Hoo.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
As he stands again, he staggers. Dizzy.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Damn, his condition is the worst.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Stop.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
At the low voice, the charging figures halt abruptly.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang doesn’t miss the moment.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He quickly reaches into a blood puddle by a nearby mercenary corpse.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Trying to activate blood magic, but it doesn’t work.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Blood sorcery, I see? Unfortunate, but it’s futile. For a while, only holy power will activate in this area.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
As expected.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A church relic? Or that monster knight’s ability?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Three church knights charged, and two are down…. Should I admire or lament?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Anyway.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He flips back his hood, and the blond holy knight approaches.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang senses it from the leaking pressure alone.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
I’m going to die.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
His whole body signals warning.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Huff, huff…. Hey, aren’t I too small fry for you to step in?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“You? You’re being too modest. If you handled sorcery or mana, you’d be far more dangerous.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Sudden surge of faith here, can’t you let me off?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Recruitment closed today.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
This blond knight is on a different level.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
‘Sword Master.’ A superhuman who has stepped beyond human limits.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Plus, overwhelming holy power befitting a church hero.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A monster that even other sword masters in the empire yield to.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Dangerous. Truly dangerous.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
I need to find a way….
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Just one question.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang’s eyes dart around.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
What he needs is time.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Obvious ploy, but… ask.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“What happens to Diana? She betrayed me, so do you guys give her a reward or something?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…Diana? Who’s that?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A reaction like he doesn’t even know who she is.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Seeing that, Riclang is certain: she was used too.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Ha, pathetic.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Yes, this damn world is always like that.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The weak are always robbed.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“But you know, you’ve done quite a few good deeds? Freeing slaves, sponsoring orphans—quite unexpected. Not very scourge-like.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“So, extra points?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“You harmed the Goddess’s knights, so purification is impossible now. Regrettable, but repent in death.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Death, death huh.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang doesn’t feel much resistance.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The day he lost his family and homeland, most of him died anyway.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
What’s left is just some remnant living on vengeance.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
And now, fear death?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Eh.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Ha! Want to kill me? Then come on!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He charges in an instant, his swung sword grazing the knight.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He expected the dodge anyway.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang immediately throws the rock in his other hand.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Aiming for the head.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Clang-!
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
But it’s blocked by the flat of the sword.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
As Riclang tries to swing again, a flash streaks by.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Aaaargh!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
His right arm is severed.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
From hand to elbow, still gripping the sword.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He reflexively punches, but it’s blocked by a palm.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Thud!
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A kick to the abdomen sends Riclang flying.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Your bones and muscles are unusually tough. Is this sorcery too? Feels like cutting a troll.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
…Cough, that’s a nice compliment, thanks.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“You’re welcome.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang’s brow narrows.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
That leisurely attitude has been pissing him off.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“You damn bastard!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He charges.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Just surrendering to rage.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A blood-soaked madman rushes at the white armor.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Hm, this is disappointing. Or did you last long?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He dodges lightly and stabs the madman’s back.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
It pierces, but tough as expected.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Urgh…..”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The red form collapses to the ground.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
It twitches a few times, then stills.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Like a dark red worm.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“A waste of talent. If you’d walked the Goddess’s path properly. Latum (praise)—Nikerba. As the Goddess wills.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…Gurgle. H-hey.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The fading life utters.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The noble knight is used to this.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“I’ll hear your last words.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…F…uck… you.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Too faint a mumble, so he leans in.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“What did you say?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…Go fuck yourself, you bastard.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Quite the mouth on you.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Consciousness… flickering… damn.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Heh, fair enough.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A strained chuckle.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The knight remains expressionless.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Your real name is ‘Ron Glenn Repent,’ right? Actually from a fairly renowned family in the north.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Ron Glenn Lepent. The Repent Duchy, Lepent family.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A name so nostalgic.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
And a vicious scar at the same time.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
How the hell did he find that out?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“You do background checks too?”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“It’s a hobby.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Crazy bastard.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He mutters that and chuckles strainedly again.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“You know? Northern mountain wine is best ice-cold. Ha, now I can drink to my heart’s content.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“I suppose so.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The ramblings of the dying.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The listener just nods.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Gurgle. Cough… Damn, again….”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Blood phlegm rises, blocking his throat.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Death begins.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…Hoo.”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The knight thinks death is equal for all.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Scourge or saint, who doesn’t have a wretched life? Each has their circumstances and reasons.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
That’s all.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
So he just listens quietly.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
He can do at least that for this scourge.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“M…om….”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A beloved face suddenly appears.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Come to greet him?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The knight looks into Riclang’s eyes and places the fallen red pendant in his hand.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“O Goddess, Lord of Life. Guide us in life and in the moment of death. I entrust this lamb embarking on a long journey to you. Please lightly punish worldly sins and grant grace so he doesn’t lose his way. Almighty Mother, clothe this poor soul in fine garments, and grant him warm wine. Thus…”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang’s light begins to fade.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The Scourge of the Empire is finally being cured.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The prayer continues.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A foul-smelling street.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Unusually, it was a sunny day.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
***
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Consciousness fades.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…clothe this poor soul in fine garments, and grant him warm wine. Thus…”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The hero reciting a prayer?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Ha, how flattering.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
The dying candle leaves a trace of regret.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
A life without regrets?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
No, a life full of regrets.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang lived a bastard’s life.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Now and in the past.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Arrogant, indulgent, truly foolish.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Blinded by jealousy, he couldn’t see his loved ones, and lost everything.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Then burned the rest of his life in vengeance.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Regret is always late, hence regret.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
What meaning now?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Finally, complete silence arrives.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
…Yes, time to rest.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
I’ve done enough.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
***
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…nim!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“…woke up!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
…Huh? What’s this sound?
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Young Master!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
“Brother, are you conscious!”
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
With the nostalgic voice, bright light pours in.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
As if awakening him.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Riclang.
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
No, Ron Glenn Lepent –
LoremIpsumDolorSitAmetConsecteturAdipisicingElit
Opens his eyes from a long sleep.
Please consider rating the translation quality of this Chapter so we can perform Quality Control
Ready to dive in!! another isekai trope !! 😭😭