How to Live as a Knight After the Ending

Chapter 80: The Ghost’s Identity (1)

Osian’s timing with the sword was perfect.

The sword itself bursts into pure white flames, losing the advantage of surprise, but more than making up for its lack of power.

The sword filled with starlight swung out to cut down the ghost.

-Kaang!

The ghost spun 180 degrees and the blue scythe it swung blocked the Starlight Sword.

“Blocked?”

It was unheard of that a Starlight Sword with this much power could be blocked like this.

What was even more surprising was the speed of the ghost’s reaction.

It had only seen the pure white light behind it and knew that it was going to attack.

The scythe it swung at the same time was precise enough to block the Starlight Sword.

A glint of recognition flashed in Osian’s eyes.

-Kaang!

With a forceful push, the scythe and the starlight sword fell apart.

The attention of the ghost that Elise had attracted was now fully focused on Osian.

‘It instinctively senses the strongest opponent.’

At this point, only a head-to-head battle remained.

At that moment, Muerte, who was following behind Osian, saw the ghost’s appearance and screamed.

[Kaaaaaah! It’s a ghost!]

“…….”

Is that what you say?

Osian desperately resisted the urge to question her.

He had a strong intuition that the moment he took his eyes off the ghost in front of him, it would pounce but Muerte’s presence had an unexpected advantage.

For a moment, the ghost’s attention was on Muerte, not Osian.

‘Now.’

Osian grabbed his starlight sword and lunged at the ghost while the ghost lunged at him too but it was the ghost that attacked first.

The scythe it wielded had a much longer range than Osian’s sword.

With a flick of its arms, the ghost swung its scythe.

The scythe’s trajectory traced a ghastly blue path, and the air froze and frosted in its wake.

In response, Osian swung his starlight sword.

The blazing starlight spat out heat, colliding with the frost and sending out a dazzling flash of light.

-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sparks flew in the air, blending blue and white.

The battle between the two was dense, refusing to allow even a single breath in the middle.

Osian continued to advance, trying to get close to the ghost.

Although the scythe had a wide and long range, it would be at a relative disadvantage if Osian got close.

The ghost, however, seemed to be fully aware of this and would not allow Osian to approach.

Rather, if it felt he got too close, it would spin its scythe in place, scattering frost in all directions, blocking Osian’s approach.

A pale blue light and a brilliant white light lit up the darkness.

It was hard to take your eyes off them as they collided and mingled, leaving trails like paint in the air.

‘This is annoying.’

Osian narrowed his eyes.

The ghost was a very skilled fighter.

It didn’t just wield its scythe menacingly, each strike was sharp and well executed.

Even more disturbing was the fact that its attacks were becoming more and more sophisticated as they exchanged blows.

It was almost as if he was learning.

In fact, his attacks, which had felt a bit monotonous, were now incorporating fakes.

Instead of just utilizing the blade of the scythe in his hand, he was using the other end of the long handle to wield it like a baton.

‘This is a real ghost?’

It looked more like it was fighting a human.

At the same time, he felt a sense of familiarity.

It’s definitely an unfamiliar type of monster, but he felt like he met and fought it before.

Meanwhile, the coldness emitted by the ghost became even more intense.

Frost began to form on the mansion’s red carpet, centered around him.

-Tsk. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

The walls, ceiling, and floor slowly began to freeze.

The chill spread like a plague, reaching Osian’s feet before stopping.

The cloak of the night sky, Nebula Silk, was now draped over his shoulders.

The power of the cloak blocked the ghost’s chill and pushed it away.

As they continued their confrontation, the wizards stood at the ready, energizing and preparing their magic.

When the ghost saw them, it immediately fled beyond the broken wall.

The wizards were stunned by the sudden departure of the creature they had fought so fiercely against.

Inwardly, Osian was puzzled.

‘The ghost ran away?’

Perhaps it decided the odds were stacked against it but he hadn’t expected a ghost to flee so soon after being disadvantaged.

After leaving the mansion, the ghost moved into the distance and disappeared into the forest while the people could only watch.

*

Once the ghost was gone, the lights returned to the mansion as if the power that had gone out was restored.

However, the commotion that had occurred during the darkness had left the people gathered in the hall exhausted.

As much as they wanted to close their eyes and get some well-deserved rest, they couldn’t afford it.

First, there were casualties.

Two mutants from the organization [Supreme], hired by the second daughter, Mercy, were killed.

Both of them were of the Physical Enhancement class, and one was decapitated by a ghost, and the other was frozen to death and shattered into pieces.

‘If they’re mutants with physical enhancement, they must also be resistant to cold.’

Depending on their rank, they must have been of a certain class to be in the organization.

The cold emitted by the ghosts was intense, as their flesh, which could still move in the freezing cold, was frozen and shattered into pieces like a three-dimensional puzzle.

Naturally, the mood of the [Supreme] Mutants, who had lost a valuable power source and ally, was depressed.

The same was true of the mages.

The mages, who had been proud of themselves, seemed to be somewhat shocked that their fire magic, which they had unleashed so many times, hadn’t worked on the ghost.

‘Well, at least it’s quieter now, so I’ll have less to worry about.’

It was something that didn’t concern him anyway.

Whether they bruised their pride or suffered grief, Osian didn’t care.

It was the other side that mattered.

“What’s that?”

Elise asked as she approached Osian.

Her voice was bland and unemotional, as if she was at ease after the battle she had fought.

Elise’s gaze fell on Muerte, who was floating somewhat beside Osian.

In fact, everyone in the room was eyeing her with a strange gaze.

Her appearance was intimidating, but what was even more mysterious was that she could speak.

[I have a name, Muerte!]

The skeleton’s jaws clicked and a high-pitched female voice rang out.

The expressions on the faces of the people around her turned even more rotten.

It was surprising to hear a skeleton speak, but the high-pitched, booming voice was quite disconcerting.

“Skeleton?”

Elise only stared at Muerte, her curiosity shining even stronger.

Elise is a black mage who specializes in [Command].

In her view, Muerte was a skeleton that could speak and had a mind, which is to say, a very good skeleton.

[Excuse me! I’m not a skeleton!]

She looked like the Grim Reaper as she flew through the air with her scythe.

It was fortunate that her robes were white; if they were black, they might have instinctively attacked.

“Oh.”

But Muerte’s insistence that she wasn’t a skeleton only served to pique Elise’s curiosity further.

Her expression changed to one of wanting to grab that thing and experiment on it right now.

[You know, you’re kind of scaring me with that look in your eyes.]

Eventually, Osian spoke up.

“Come to think of it, didn’t you say you were someone’s summon?”

[Yes, I did, or something like that.]

“Then where is the master who summoned you?”

[Well, ah, there he is!]

Muerte pointed a bony finger to one side.

There, staggering toward them, was a man with a brooding air.

He appeared to be in his mid-30s, with untrimmed dreadlocks and an unkempt beard.

He was wearing a black poncho that looked like rags.

He was the kind of bum you’d see on the street, but he didn’t have the vibe and the unpleasantness emanating from the man was reminiscent of death.

More warlock-like than warlocks, the man seemed to have been forged by the curse itself.

“He is…….”

Osian was a stranger to him, but the four-star mage was different and spoke first.

“Desperado, why are you here…….?”

“……who?”

The man called Desperado asked in a fierce voice.

“……I am Riccario, a four-star mage of the Salaman School. Haven’t you heard of me?”

“I’m not interested in mages.”

Riccario bit his lip, feeling his pride wounded.

“……Why are you here, anyway?”

“Because, well, I was asked to, but more than that, have you seen a strange skeleton here, one that’s loud and can fly?”

Desperado’s gaze snapped to Muerte.

“Ah. There she is.”

[Fernando!]

The sight of the skeletal woman flying toward him, scythe in hand, was the stuff of nightmares but Fernando’s reaction was tepid.

[What the hell were you doing, I was scared!]

Muerte grabbed Fernando by the scruff of the neck and shook him back and forth.

“Stop shaking. It hurts my head and you’re scarier.”

[Don’t be rude to a woman!]

Apparently, the man was the one who summoned Muerte.

‘Or a contractor? Whatever it is, he seems far from ordinary.’

Fernando’s fierce gaze turned to Osian.

His eyes were hollow, and they didn’t seem to belong to the living.

[Fernando! Let me introduce you! This is Osian, he’s a hired fixer, the same as Fernando, right?]

“A fixer?”

Fernando asked in disbelief.

It was the same for Osian.

“Are you a fixer?”

“Yeah. It’s just a side job.”

“I see.”

And that was the end of the conversation between the two reticent, wordless men.

[Oh my God, I’m breathless just looking at you! How can you be so speechless?]

Muerte’s frustration was palpable.

A frustrated skeleton woman in the middle of two men, it was a dizzying combination.

“Who are you hired by?”

“Delan Goldiron.”

“Oh, the third?”

“And you?”

“Dustin Kruger.”

“I see.”

Osian wondered why he hadn’t seen him before, but it turns out he was hired by the assistant.

“Can I leave that one alone?”

[That!]

Osian exclaimed.

“I sent her out for a walk, and all of a sudden, the mansion is in an uproar.”

“Something happened.”

“I see. Well, it doesn’t matter, my orders are to guard the entrance to the hospital room.”

This is the kind of nonchalance that shows no interest in anything other than the job at hand.

He was a man steeped in boredom itself.

“I don’t mind what you do as long as you don’t touch me, but you seem a little different.”

Fernando’s eyes shifted slightly as he looked at Osian.

His eyes were empty and emotionless, but there was a tiny hint of recognition in them.

“Since we’re the only fixers here, let me give you some advice.”

Fernando spoke in a voice so low that only Osian could hear it.

“You’d better be careful, especially if you’re helping the Third.”