How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Of course, the East didn’t have such tactics. It didn’t take long for Johan to realize that his opponent was strange.

It was impossible to miss the enemies wasting time getting in each other’s way instead of facing and blocking the charges.

“If you’re not going to fight, get out of here!”

Johan, who was starting to get annoyed, shouted in Eastern as he charged for the third time. Johan’s voice was clear even in the noisy situation where iron clashed against iron.

Then, people began to actually leave. Johan was taken aback by the sight of them turning their backs without hesitation and running away.

“What the. . .”

“My dear, an order! We must break through the encirclement!”

“I know.”

Right now, Johan’s objective was to save his trapped allies, not to chase after fleeing enemies.

Johan savagely bit into the enemies who had begun to collapse. The already perforated formation collapsed and shook every time Johan charged in. There should have been at least one soldier swinging a spear, but there was none.

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The fact that the right wing collapsed in an instant was difficult to accept, even for a seasoned warrior like Suhekhar. Initially, Suhekhar thought the orderly had brought him the wrong news.

“Was it a mistake because they got pushed back during the melee?”

“No! I saw it clearly with my own eyes.”

However, several more orderlies arrived with the same news. With each arrival, Suhekhar couldn’t just ignore it however terribly they looked.

Suhekhar quickly led a few guards and rushed to the hill. It was to see the battle situation with his own eyes.

“. . .!!!”

Suhekhar was shocked.

The right wing was devastated far worse than Suhekhar had thought. The well-organized formation was nowhere to be found. The sight of them fleeing in all directions with no apparent leader was like a flock of sheep running from a lion.

He had heard a lot about the Duke’s prowess in battle from those who survived the night raid, but seeing it for himself was on a whole other level compared to simply hearing about it.

Suhekhar burst into laughter as he watched three knights charging at him like madmen being taken down in one swing and falling from their horses. He realized anew that people really do laugh when they’re too shocked.

“H. . .Has he really made a deal with a demon?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. . .”

Still, Suhekhar was an outstanding commander. He tried his best to accept the situation and make a new plan.

With the right wing completely collapsed and his soldiers scattered, his flank was also in danger. The moment rumors spread that one side had retreated from the battlefield, even those who had been fighting well would become terrified. Conversely, if they were to be surrounded, they could end up in the worst possible situation.

“We must prepare to retreat.”

Suhekhar’s slaves bit their lips as if it was unfair. They didn’t think they would have to let the enemies go like this because of the incompetence of their allies after capturing them all.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. . .’

Even if they had set up wooden dummies, they would have lasted longer than this. The slaves were so resentful that tears welled up in their eyes. How could renowned chieftains and knights fight so poorly?

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Iselia looked at the fleeing enemies with eyes like a puppy, but Johan didn’t allow it.

“Gerdolf. Take the sub company and turn left to attack the remaining soldiers over there.”

In a fight between large armies, the battlefield would be large and people fought in a rather dispersed manner. It wasn’t uncommon for knights to leave the battlefield in pursuit of fleeing enemies during a battle.

In those days, the loots from fallen enemies became profit. With the commotion and excitement of the battlefield, from mercenaries to knights, they would blindly chase after the fleeing enemies.

Of course, Johan hated that very much. If the allies retreated and lost a battle that they had already won, where could they complain?

Therefore, Johan only began his pursuit after the cleanup of the battlefield was certain.

“Don’t chase too far. Chase them only to a certain extent.”

“We’ve done this more than once or twice, so don’t worry.”

The less fatigued ones with quick feet began their pursuit. Of course, Johan himself was among them.

Ulrike, who was wiping the blood off her face with a tired expression, looked at the sight in wonder.

“You plan to join the pursuit yourself?”

“It’s most reliable if I go myself. Do I have a reason to rest?”

Johan had taken the seat of a Duke, but he still took the lead to take care of as much as he could.

Of course, the others didn’t notice Johan’s thoughts. They only marveled at the fact that the Duke himself was joining the knights. In fact, Ulrike’s knights all lowered their heads with respect.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“No. . . I’d rather rest. Don’t misunderstand. It’s not like I’m rejecting your offer because I hate it. I don’t want to get in the way just because I’m tired.”

“I don’t think I misunderstood it. . . Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“?”

“There are our allies. Please comfort them.”

“No. . .”

Ulrike knitted her brows as she realized the situation belatedly after Johan’s words. She felt like she wanted to endure the fatigue and simply join the pursuit.

Just thinking about how shamelessly those who had underestimated their enemies and ended up surrounded would make excuses was already giving her a headache.

“Let’s go!”

At Johan’s shout, the warriors who had changed to new horses began their pursuit. The excited Iselia urged the Elven cavalry forward and rushed ahead. Ulrike shook her head as she watched the sight.

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“You’re running away quite well?”

“Well, looking at their orderly retreat, it seems like their commander is quite experienced.”

“Is that what you call people who run away without even fighting properly?”

“The fact that the commander is experienced and the fact that the subordinates are cowardly are separate matters. . .”

Johan knew from experience how difficult it was to command and control his vassals who brought their own subordinates.

There was nothing to be disappointed or disappointed about the nobles who had brought their own subordinates, so no matter how supreme the commander was, they sometimes ignored orders.

If he told them to wait, they would charge first because they didn’t want to share the credit with others. If he told them to charge, they would refuse because they didn’t want to be the first to get injured. If he told them not to chase and rest, they would chase on their own because they wanted to collect gold coins. . .

‘𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.’

Although things like that had decreased considerably since he became close with the feudal lords of the peninsula, he still felt furious thinking about it now.

“My dear. It seems like they’ve escaped into that forest.”

“How annoying. . .”

“Shall we go around it?”

“No. There’s no guarantee that we’ll be able to find other traces, so let’s just chase them. We can’t go back empty-handed after coming this far.”

There were forests in various parts of the dry land, but it was rare to see such a dense forest. Johan was intrigued by the dense forest.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?’

It would have been stranger not to feel magical power in a forest or a mountain. No matter where it was, the older and deeper it was, the more mysteries it held.

However, it was not common to find a supernatural being that maintained such a dense forest in this dry land.

“My dear. What are you thinking about?”

“The forest made me think of wizards. I was wondering if I brought them here.”

“It doesn’t seem like a good idea. . .”

Iselia didn’t think that wizards would enjoy riding horses at this fast pace for such a long distance.

If Johan told them to go, they wouldn’t be able to refuse because of the pride of a Duke, but they might end up groaning after it was over.

“. . .Is it that bad? Well. . . Even if it’s fine for Suetlg-nim, Caenerna and Jyanina are young.”

“Just because they’re young doesn’t mean they have good stamina, does it?”

To Iselia’s words, the centaur next to her nodded.

“That is true. Your Highness. Stamina is not something that comes just from innate bloodline and consistent effort. It’s like us.”

“O-Oh, I see. I feel sorry that I didn’t think of that.”

At Johan’s words, Iselia shook her head.

“No. You’re being considerate enough. However, if you’re going to worry about such a thing in the future. . . Hmm. How about improving the wizards’ stamina? Their hearts and lungs will become stronger if they go through the knight’s training even a little bit.”

“Will wizards like to do that?”

“Sometimes there are things they have to do even if they don’t like it, right?”

“. . .”

As expected of a knight, Iselia didn’t question such painful training. It would be shocking if the wizards heard that.

However, Johan agreed with Iselia’s words.

‘𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘨-𝘯𝘪𝘮, 𝘊𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭.’

He had a problem if they groaned so much after riding a horse for a few hours that Johan had to personally support them and take them to the tent. In fact, Suetlg had better stamina in that regard. He had a different level of experience as he had been in several wars.

While they were talking, the centaurs who had run ahead to find traces came back.

“We found it. It’s over here.”

“What? Did you shoot them with an arrow?”

“No.”

“But there’s blood?”

Johan was puzzled. Of course, it could have been a wound from the battlefield earlier. However, there was time in between. It would have been enough time to stop the bleeding while they were running away.

“Is that so? It’s a bit strange.”

The answer to that question came right away. As they followed the traces, they found a hastily made camp. Fallen soldiers were lying in the camp and groaning.

The centaurs whistled. The things they were carrying looked expensive at a glance. The experienced centaurs knew how much a gold necklace would sell for in the market just by looking at it.

“Your Highness. Can you ask if they want mercy?”

Seeing how serious the injuries looked, the centaur took out an arrow. Sometimes, putting an end to their lives was an act of mercy than letting them suffer from pain.

“No. Don’t shoot.”

“Yes. . .”

“This is strange. It doesn’t look like they were attacked by people.”

Johan was the first to feel a sense of incongruity. It was a sense of incongruity he felt as he had hunted the most monsters among the people here. The traces of the armor being torn apart and all that were not wounds that could be made by a human weapon.

“■. . . ■■. . .”

“What are you saying?”

“They’re asking for water. Give them water.”

The centaur took out a leather water bottle and brought it to their lips. The fallen warrior sipped it while groaning.

“I’m. . . from the Igeolvar family. . .”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re rich? You want to pay the ransom? Yeah! Come on, hang in there. You can’t die!”

The centaurs, who didn’t understand the Eastern language, could miraculously guess by the smell. They held the warrior’s hand tightly and cheered him on. The warrior must have thought that his opponent was on the same side as he was in a state of confusion.

“Get out of the forest. . . quickly. . .”

“Why?”

“There’s. . . there’s. There’s something there. Did Suhekhar-nim escape?”

“Oh, dear.”

Johan was disappointed. From the way he spoke, it seemed like he was someone of high status who was with the enemy commander. He seemed to have been left here because he was injured, but what if he had come a little sooner?

“Be on guard. It seems that there’s a fierce monster in the forest.”

“Yes.”

The centaurs took action right away. It was the centaurs who hunted down and killed fierce monsters, moving between forests and plains with poisoned arrows. They weren’t afraid of Eastern monsters at this point.

“Hey. You need to tell me what it is, even for Suhekhar-nim’s sake. Come on, hang in there.”

Johan slapped the warrior on the cheek. It wasn’t a very nice thing to do to a dying person, but the warrior opened his mouth, surprisingly effectively.

“Malevolent spirit. . . a transparent malevolent spirit is chasing us. . .”

“Transparent?”

“Yeah. . .”

Johan’s face became stern. It wasn’t uncommon for spirits or malevolent spirits to appear in the forest, but it was a pain in the neck if they were transparent.

Should he just leave?

‘𝘕𝘰. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.’

“I can hear it. Your Highness.”

“Get ready. Shoot them as soon as I give the order.”

The centaurs held the bowstring tightly and waited for Johan’s order. They seemed ready to shoot without hesitation even if a dragon came out in front of them.

However, surprisingly, it was their brethren of the same faith who emerged from the bushes.

“Your Highness Duke Yeats??”

Biorarn looked at Johan with his eyes wide open, along with the monastic paladins. Iselia asked with a serious voice.

“It must be a malevolent spirit in disguise!”

“Hmm. . .”

“Your Highness! It’s not!”,

Of course, the East didn’t have such tactics. It didn’t take long for Johan to realize that his opponent was strange.

It was impossible to miss the enemies wasting time getting in each other’s way instead of facing and blocking the charges.

“If you’re not going to fight, get out of here!”

Johan, who was starting to get annoyed, shouted in Eastern as he charged for the third time. Johan’s voice was clear even in the noisy situation where iron clashed against iron.

Then, people began to actually leave. Johan was taken aback by the sight of them turning their backs without hesitation and running away.

“What the. . .”

“My dear, an order! We must break through the encirclement!”

“I know.”

Right now, Johan’s objective was to save his trapped allies, not to chase after fleeing enemies.

Johan savagely bit into the enemies who had begun to collapse. The already perforated formation collapsed and shook every time Johan charged in. There should have been at least one soldier swinging a spear, but there was none.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

The fact that the right wing collapsed in an instant was difficult to accept, even for a seasoned warrior like Suhekhar. Initially, Suhekhar thought the orderly had brought him the wrong news.

“Was it a mistake because they got pushed back during the melee?”

“No! I saw it clearly with my own eyes.”

However, several more orderlies arrived with the same news. With each arrival, Suhekhar couldn’t just ignore it however terribly they looked.

Suhekhar quickly led a few guards and rushed to the hill. It was to see the battle situation with his own eyes.

“. . .!!!”

Suhekhar was shocked.

The right wing was devastated far worse than Suhekhar had thought. The well-organized formation was nowhere to be found. The sight of them fleeing in all directions with no apparent leader was like a flock of sheep running from a lion.

He had heard a lot about the Duke’s prowess in battle from those who survived the night raid, but seeing it for himself was on a whole other level compared to simply hearing about it.

Suhekhar burst into laughter as he watched three knights charging at him like madmen being taken down in one swing and falling from their horses. He realized anew that people really do laugh when they’re too shocked.

“H. . .Has he really made a deal with a demon?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. . .”

Still, Suhekhar was an outstanding commander. He tried his best to accept the situation and make a new plan.

With the right wing completely collapsed and his soldiers scattered, his flank was also in danger. The moment rumors spread that one side had retreated from the battlefield, even those who had been fighting well would become terrified. Conversely, if they were to be surrounded, they could end up in the worst possible situation.

“We must prepare to retreat.”

Suhekhar’s slaves bit their lips as if it was unfair. They didn’t think they would have to let the enemies go like this because of the incompetence of their allies after capturing them all.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. . .’

Even if they had set up wooden dummies, they would have lasted longer than this. The slaves were so resentful that tears welled up in their eyes. How could renowned chieftains and knights fight so poorly?

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Iselia looked at the fleeing enemies with eyes like a puppy, but Johan didn’t allow it.

“Gerdolf. Take the sub company and turn left to attack the remaining soldiers over there.”

In a fight between large armies, the battlefield would be large and people fought in a rather dispersed manner. It wasn’t uncommon for knights to leave the battlefield in pursuit of fleeing enemies during a battle.

In those days, the loots from fallen enemies became profit. With the commotion and excitement of the battlefield, from mercenaries to knights, they would blindly chase after the fleeing enemies.

Of course, Johan hated that very much. If the allies retreated and lost a battle that they had already won, where could they complain?

Therefore, Johan only began his pursuit after the cleanup of the battlefield was certain.

“Don’t chase too far. Chase them only to a certain extent.”

“We’ve done this more than once or twice, so don’t worry.”

The less fatigued ones with quick feet began their pursuit. Of course, Johan himself was among them.

Ulrike, who was wiping the blood off her face with a tired expression, looked at the sight in wonder.

“You plan to join the pursuit yourself?”

“It’s most reliable if I go myself. Do I have a reason to rest?”

Johan had taken the seat of a Duke, but he still took the lead to take care of as much as he could.

Of course, the others didn’t notice Johan’s thoughts. They only marveled at the fact that the Duke himself was joining the knights. In fact, Ulrike’s knights all lowered their heads with respect.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“No. . . I’d rather rest. Don’t misunderstand. It’s not like I’m rejecting your offer because I hate it. I don’t want to get in the way just because I’m tired.”

“I don’t think I misunderstood it. . . Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“?”

“There are our allies. Please comfort them.”

“No. . .”

Ulrike knitted her brows as she realized the situation belatedly after Johan’s words. She felt like she wanted to endure the fatigue and simply join the pursuit.

Just thinking about how shamelessly those who had underestimated their enemies and ended up surrounded would make excuses was already giving her a headache.

“Let’s go!”

At Johan’s shout, the warriors who had changed to new horses began their pursuit. The excited Iselia urged the Elven cavalry forward and rushed ahead. Ulrike shook her head as she watched the sight.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

“You’re running away quite well?”

“Well, looking at their orderly retreat, it seems like their commander is quite experienced.”

“Is that what you call people who run away without even fighting properly?”

“The fact that the commander is experienced and the fact that the subordinates are cowardly are separate matters. . .”

Johan knew from experience how difficult it was to command and control his vassals who brought their own subordinates.

There was nothing to be disappointed or disappointed about the nobles who had brought their own subordinates, so no matter how supreme the commander was, they sometimes ignored orders.

If he told them to wait, they would charge first because they didn’t want to share the credit with others. If he told them to charge, they would refuse because they didn’t want to be the first to get injured. If he told them not to chase and rest, they would chase on their own because they wanted to collect gold coins. . .

‘𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.’

Although things like that had decreased considerably since he became close with the feudal lords of the peninsula, he still felt furious thinking about it now.

“My dear. It seems like they’ve escaped into that forest.”

“How annoying. . .”

“Shall we go around it?”

“No. There’s no guarantee that we’ll be able to find other traces, so let’s just chase them. We can’t go back empty-handed after coming this far.”

There were forests in various parts of the dry land, but it was rare to see such a dense forest. Johan was intrigued by the dense forest.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?’

It would have been stranger not to feel magical power in a forest or a mountain. No matter where it was, the older and deeper it was, the more mysteries it held.

However, it was not common to find a supernatural being that maintained such a dense forest in this dry land.

“My dear. What are you thinking about?”

“The forest made me think of wizards. I was wondering if I brought them here.”

“It doesn’t seem like a good idea. . .”

Iselia didn’t think that wizards would enjoy riding horses at this fast pace for such a long distance.

If Johan told them to go, they wouldn’t be able to refuse because of the pride of a Duke, but they might end up groaning after it was over.

“. . .Is it that bad? Well. . . Even if it’s fine for Suetlg-nim, Caenerna and Jyanina are young.”

“Just because they’re young doesn’t mean they have good stamina, does it?”

To Iselia’s words, the centaur next to her nodded.

“That is true. Your Highness. Stamina is not something that comes just from innate bloodline and consistent effort. It’s like us.”

“O-Oh, I see. I feel sorry that I didn’t think of that.”

At Johan’s words, Iselia shook her head.

“No. You’re being considerate enough. However, if you’re going to worry about such a thing in the future. . . Hmm. How about improving the wizards’ stamina? Their hearts and lungs will become stronger if they go through the knight’s training even a little bit.”

“Will wizards like to do that?”

“Sometimes there are things they have to do even if they don’t like it, right?”

“. . .”

As expected of a knight, Iselia didn’t question such painful training. It would be shocking if the wizards heard that.

However, Johan agreed with Iselia’s words.

‘𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘨-𝘯𝘪𝘮, 𝘊𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭.’

He had a problem if they groaned so much after riding a horse for a few hours that Johan had to personally support them and take them to the tent. In fact, Suetlg had better stamina in that regard. He had a different level of experience as he had been in several wars.

While they were talking, the centaurs who had run ahead to find traces came back.

“We found it. It’s over here.”

“What? Did you shoot them with an arrow?”

“No.”

“But there’s blood?”

Johan was puzzled. Of course, it could have been a wound from the battlefield earlier. However, there was time in between. It would have been enough time to stop the bleeding while they were running away.

“Is that so? It’s a bit strange.”

The answer to that question came right away. As they followed the traces, they found a hastily made camp. Fallen soldiers were lying in the camp and groaning.

The centaurs whistled. The things they were carrying looked expensive at a glance. The experienced centaurs knew how much a gold necklace would sell for in the market just by looking at it.

“Your Highness. Can you ask if they want mercy?”

Seeing how serious the injuries looked, the centaur took out an arrow. Sometimes, putting an end to their lives was an act of mercy than letting them suffer from pain.

“No. Don’t shoot.”

“Yes. . .”

“This is strange. It doesn’t look like they were attacked by people.”

Johan was the first to feel a sense of incongruity. It was a sense of incongruity he felt as he had hunted the most monsters among the people here. The traces of the armor being torn apart and all that were not wounds that could be made by a human weapon.

“■. . . ■■. . .”

“What are you saying?”

“They’re asking for water. Give them water.”

The centaur took out a leather water bottle and brought it to their lips. The fallen warrior sipped it while groaning.

“I’m. . . from the Igeolvar family. . .”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re rich? You want to pay the ransom? Yeah! Come on, hang in there. You can’t die!”

The centaurs, who didn’t understand the Eastern language, could miraculously guess by the smell. They held the warrior’s hand tightly and cheered him on. The warrior must have thought that his opponent was on the same side as he was in a state of confusion.

“Get out of the forest. . . quickly. . .”

“Why?”

“There’s. . . there’s. There’s something there. Did Suhekhar-nim escape?”

“Oh, dear.”

Johan was disappointed. From the way he spoke, it seemed like he was someone of high status who was with the enemy commander. He seemed to have been left here because he was injured, but what if he had come a little sooner?

“Be on guard. It seems that there’s a fierce monster in the forest.”

“Yes.”

The centaurs took action right away. It was the centaurs who hunted down and killed fierce monsters, moving between forests and plains with poisoned arrows. They weren’t afraid of Eastern monsters at this point.

“Hey. You need to tell me what it is, even for Suhekhar-nim’s sake. Come on, hang in there.”

Johan slapped the warrior on the cheek. It wasn’t a very nice thing to do to a dying person, but the warrior opened his mouth, surprisingly effectively.

“Malevolent spirit. . . a transparent malevolent spirit is chasing us. . .”

“Transparent?”

“Yeah. . .”

Johan’s face became stern. It wasn’t uncommon for spirits or malevolent spirits to appear in the forest, but it was a pain in the neck if they were transparent.

Should he just leave?

‘𝘕𝘰. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.’

“I can hear it. Your Highness.”

“Get ready. Shoot them as soon as I give the order.”

The centaurs held the bowstring tightly and waited for Johan’s order. They seemed ready to shoot without hesitation even if a dragon came out in front of them.

However, surprisingly, it was their brethren of the same faith who emerged from the bushes.

“Your Highness Duke Yeats??”

Biorarn looked at Johan with his eyes wide open, along with the monastic paladins. Iselia asked with a serious voice.

“It must be a malevolent spirit in disguise!”

“Hmm. . .”

“Your Highness! It’s not!”