How to Live as a Knight After the Ending

Chapter 148: Chivalry (2)

A knight on horseback was riding through the pouring rain.

The combination was like something out of a dream, and the mobsters guarding the gates didn’t realize it was real for a moment.

If the horse had been a normal horse, they would have been less surprised.

The horse that was now galloping in front of them had an unusual appearance.

First of all, its body was translucent.

It was more of a work of art, like a collection of blue and whitish smoke, with constellations inside.

As the horse galloped, a faint stream of stardust dissolved into a mist of water in the air.

The saddle burned like a pure white flame.

And on top of it, a knight in armor made of starlight.

If that wasn’t the stuff of dreams, they didn’t know what is.

Meanwhile, the sound of pounding hooves echoed closer and closer, rapidly closing the distance.

The water at the horse’s feet splashed wildly as it ran.

The North Blinders mobsters guarding the main gate realized what was happening.

“Holy shit, what the hell is that?”

“Get your shit together! Stop him!”

The trigger was pulled, and the muzzles burst into flames.

It’s a Tommy Gun that can instantly turn an opponent into a beehive. If more than 10 people unleash it at once, even a knight would fall down.

But the mafia’s shallow tricks had no effect against a true knight.

-Whoooooo!

The knight on horseback held out his left arm, and a shield formed above him.

The wind whipped up the shield and the pouring rain was swept into it, twisting it in strange ways.

It was like watching a whirlpool.

The shield of wind formed from the front of the horse was pushing back the rain in a spiral and the flying bullets were also swept up, twisted and deflected.

That wasn’t all.

The horse’s blue eyes glowed even more fiercely as it accelerated into a gallop.

The saddle blazed with sparks of starlight, and a white stream of air trailed behind him like a meteor.

The mobsters guarding the main gate could not stop the knight.

“Activate the gate’s defenses!”

A circle of magic floated above the iron gates.

This was why even tanks couldn’t penetrate the entrance to North Blinders.

The magic circle was engraved with “kinetic magic,” which offsets the impact and returns some of it.

To charge at it is to commit suicide.

The mafias were convinced that the knight would crash into the circle and be crushed to pieces.

The look in their eyes was enough for Ossian to feel it.

‘I see. That was what they believed in.’

It was that magic circle that had caused Balud and his men to balk at the idea of breaking through the main gate in the first place.

It was a modern-day city gate, carved into the facade in preparation for an attack and Osian would have to break through it single-handedly.

‘I can do it.’

I could feel the galloping horse’s breath on my skin.

I wonder if this is what it’s like to be one with a horse.

I can see what he wants, what he’s trying to do. And at the same time, it naturally matched what I envisioned.

The horse and the knight both thought the same thing at the same time.

They could break down the gates in front of them.

They will go and break through because that’s what knights do.

“Let’s go.”

-Heeeee!

Osian and his horse’s bodies were enveloped in a pure white light.

In that instant, Osian became a star racing across the ground.

[Shooting Star]

The downpour of rain vanished in a flash of light and so did the water on the ground.

As if the ocean was splitting, the water was being pushed from side to side, creating a huge splash.

“Uh, what?”

“Wait……!”

And then a meteor crashed into the front door.

There was a flash, a burst of light, and a huge shockwave.

The standing water on the floor surged in concentric waves, as did the rain falling from the sky.

Mafiosi standing near the entrance were sent flying, unable to withstand the impact.

After rolling several times in the mud, they finally regained their footing and their mouths dropped open when they saw the state of the gate.

The front gate, which they believed could block any attack, had been smashed.

It hadn’t been breached by an enemy from within, nor had the opposition done anything tricky.

The gate had collapsed through sheer force.

Through the gaping hole, a knight on horseback could be seen riding away in the direction of the manor.

“Uh, hurry up and report inside…….”

The mafioso pulled a beacon from his waistband and tried to make contact, but couldn’t.

By now, his wrist had been slit.

“Huh?”

The mafia’s gaze fell to the hatchet on the floor.

He realized in hindsight that the axe had come like a boomerang and slashed his wrist.

Who the hell did that?

His trembling eyes turned to the mist from which the knight had just emerged.

A whistling sound echoed from within it, and another hatchet flew out and slammed into his forehead.

One by one, black figures emerged from the mist, revealing the white-clad members of the Balud family.

The mobsters guarding the entrance froze, unable to do anything but stare at the northerners, full of anger.

“All of them.”

And at the head of the line was Balud, with red glowing tattoos on his arms.

His eyes glowed with blood, even without his usual rimless glasses.

“Wipe them out.”

-Waaaah!

The enraged warriors shouted.

*

Osian rode across the wide courtyard of the North Blinders’ main camp.

Even after breaking down the main gate, the horse did not get tired. Rather, it was more energetic than ever.

‘I never thought I’d find a warhorse here.’

Open-world RPGs are big, and the fields are huge.

Even if your character is running nonstop, it takes a lot of time just to get to another location.

That’s why, after the initial area, each class is given a [mount] as a skill.

Osian’s steed was no different.

[Stellar Warhorse]

A unique mount given to each profession and a strong ally for players who explore the vast world together.

“Companion. Partner.”

The Stellar Warhorse roared in response to Osian’s words.

Osian stared at the mansion in the distance.

Inside, there were mafiosi guarding the mansion, and as soon as they saw him, they opened fire.

-Tut-tut-tut-tut!

Bullets rained down but Osian rode through the hail of bullets with his white steed.

There was no need to use the dash skill, because their bullets couldn’t even scratch the Starlight Armor and the horse.

The drivers of the vehicles at the entrance revved their engines and jerked their steering wheels.

A large jeep with bulletproof armor aimed for Osian.

If they couldn’t stop him with bullets, they would ram him.

At the sight of it, a hint of displeasure flickered in the pupils of the Stellar Warhorse’s eyes.

People in this world no longer rode horses. For them, cars were horses.

Iron horses.

What a strange word.

“Push.”

Osian’s words were answered by the steed’s neigh.

He didn’t even bother to draw his Starlight Sword as the steed slammed its head into the bumper of the approaching jeep.

The bonnet of the jeep buckled and the rear wheels lifted.

The body remained upright, and the mafioso behind the wheel squinted.

“Uh, huh?”

It was a jeep with a special alloy on the bumper and bonnet.

It could crash through most walls, if not tanks, and was durable enough to be used as a barricade to stop bullets but one such vehicle was hit by a steed’s head and flipped backwards.

The upright jeep flipped over and fell to the ground.

The steed threw itself off to the side as if laughing at the disbelieving driver.

The steed’s blue gaze turned straight ahead where one jeep after another, each covered in bulletproof armor to survive the mafia’s war, were coming.

“If one doesn’t work, use several!”

“He’s alone!”

The vehicles rushed through the rain.

The warhorse paused in its tracks and glared at the vehicles with displeasure.

Osian stroked its mane as he took the reins.

“You think you can do it?”

-Purr!

The steed answered confidently.

“Then show me.”

That you-no, we-are different.

Osian sheathed his sword at his waist, then his shield and gripped the reins of his saddle with both hands.

‘You let go of your weapon! Have you lost your mind?’

The driver of the first car to charge forward dismissed Osian’s behavior as arrogance.

‘He believes in the power that horse just showed us, and he thinks we don’t know it!’

He knew that horse was strong enough to smash a jeep from the front and didn’t have the foolish notion that just because he saw it, it would do the same.

Before the jeep could reach Osian, the driver jerked the wheel.

The jeep skidded off the road. The centrifugal force of the vehicle’s rear end almost hit the horse.

At that moment, the warhorse, which had made a quick half turn, kicked its hind legs at the jeep.

-Thud!!!

The body of the car bent under the impact of the hoof. The jeep that was about to kick the warhorse skidded back the way it came.

“Don’t come back!”

“Holy shit!”

One of the cars behind collided with the skidding jeep, sending it bouncing like a bowling pin.

“What the hell!”

The following driver swerved sideways around the two tangled, upturned vehicles.

Just as he was about to take aim at the warhorse from the side, he saw through the rain-filled windshield the figure of a warhorse with its front legs raised.

“Huh?”

Boom!

The horse’s front hooves slammed down on the car’s bonnet.

The jeep spun around in midair on impact, leaping over the horse and crashing into the back of it.

The jeep behind him jerked the wheel and tried to flee in the other direction.

That’s not a horse. It’s a monster in horse form.

The steed showed no mercy to the fleeing jeep.

It continued to pound the ground and run through the rain until it caught up to the side of the jeep.

The driver looked at it in disbelief.

The raging steed slammed into the side of the vehicle. The heavy vehicle tumbled sideways as if kicked by a rock and crashed into a tree in the garden.

“Uh…….”

Was it because I saw all the jeeps I was confident in were crushed and collapsed?

The mafia guarding the inside of the building or near the entrance had shocked expressions on their faces.

Even Balud and his men, who had cleared the main entrance from behind and rushed inside, were momentarily distracted by the sight.

Osian was gently stroking the stallion’s mane as he congratulated him on a job well done.

‘Excellent.’

Balud admired inwardly.

Even in this torrential downpour, which threatened to wash him away if he didn’t keep his wits about him, Osian’s armored form was brilliant.

Like a star in a dark sky that never loses its brilliance.

‘How could this be?’

As surprised as he was when he said he’d smash the front door of the North Blinders, he was equally astonished at his ability to carry it out.

But what surprised Balud the most was Osian’s actions, the way he said he was going to do it and then did it without hesitation.

Everyone in this world has their own path and so it was with Balud’s path but it is very difficult to walk any path.

Even if it’s a path that’s been created, if you don’t stay on track, you’ll find yourself wandering off it.

It’s hard enough to do it alone, let alone having to lead someone along the way.

Balud has been living his life as best he can, tucking himself into his suit and making the best of each day.

Sometimes he’s even proud of himself for sticking it out.

But what is Osian?

He doesn’t walk the path that was made for him.

Although he lived in this world, he seemed to be a person who was different from the world.

He was, by definition, a pathfinder.

To some, that might seem like a great thing but it’s not that simple.

Following a path is daunting.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re going somewhere wrong, and you retrace your steps again and again.

Today was fine.

But tomorrow, maybe.

Will I get it right the next day?

Even the path doesn’t erase the doubt that it’s wrong.

‘That must be true.’

Osian pushes on as if this is the right path.

What is he seeing beyond?

How can he be so sure that his path is the right one?

He walks nonchalantly toward the unknown.

The fear is stifling, to the point where even Balud, who has never experienced it, can’t breathe.

‘Still.’

Balud tightens his grip on his axe.

‘We must follow.’

It is not for him to stand and watch and feel vaguely stifled.

Balud gritted his teeth and strode to stand beside Osian.

“You’re on time. I was just wondering where to go.”

“There’s a large courtyard at the back of the mansion. Most of the organization probably stays there.”

“That’s a long way around the mansion.”

“Yes. So we’ll just have to cut through it.”

“I see.”

Osian jumped off the Stellar Warhorse and landed on the ground.

The steed turned to dust and was summoned back, and Osian drew his sword and put on his shield again.

“Then let’s go.”

“I was going to do that even if you didn’t say so.”

Without a word, the two of them kicked the door of the mansion open, smashing it to pieces.