Another World Warrior Who Uses a Shop

Banskell Einher – Awakening

Returning to Bimarn, Barnskell confirmed that Jun’s reasoning was almost correct, and smiled in satisfaction. For the ceremony the next day, they were controlling the gate, saying that suspicious movements could not be tolerated. Shortly after the party headed for the forest, an official letter came down from the lord’s instructions early in the morning. Funny enough, while saying that, Banskell and Yetir were let in. It was because the identity was certain. You can go in, but you can’t go out. It’s practically a prison.

Vanskell took Yetir and headed straight to the inner sanctuary. I told Yetir not to say anything and to stand behind him. That was all. He brought Yetir because having at least one attendant is better than not having one. And the reason I didn’t allow her to open her mouth was because the moment Yetir opened her mouth or acted, it backfired. The vulgarity of the backstreet’s vulgarity can be seen in every word he speaks.

“It is a half-skell of the Einher family.”

These were the words he said to the soldiers guarding the gate to the inner sanctuary. Originally impersonating a nobleman is the death penalty. Because of this, they would just let it go, but since they couldn’t let Banskell, who was short and poorly dressed, the soldiers demanded proof. It is impossible to be in the yard of exile. Banskell waited in front of the door after telling the lord. I had to stand and wait for an hour.

“Forgive me for being late. Please go in.”

The story of the servant from the lord’s mansion finally allowed him to enter. A servant. Banskell was inwardly helping himself with his situation. To say that he was not a butler but a servant to the second son of Einher, a famous family who had produced countless outstanding knights for hundreds of years.

And we were guided to the manor house. Yetir was not even allowed to enter. Vanskell sent Yetir back to his inn and entered the mansion alone. Originally, they should have waited in front of the mansion, but even if Banskell expected it to be fast, they would have to wait until tonight. There’s no way Yetir will quietly wait in front of the mansion. He’d be squatting in a corner, his legs shaking, fidgeting, and he’d be gone when the sun went down. If that’s the case, it’s better not to. At the point of passing resistance, Yetir’s work was virtually finished.

And Banskell was ushered into a small room. I could only laugh out loud. This is the servant’s room. Banskell, left alone there, was called to the lord long after the sun had set. I had to wait over 10 hours.

“Vanskell Einherra…”

The lord of Bimarn, Untayl Krakne Bimarn, who called Banskell into his office rather than the drawing room, stood by the window and looked out, repeating Vanskell’s name. He didn’t even look at Banskell in front of him.

‘To think that he would kill all the citizens of his territory and still remain a noble until the end.’

He made Banskell, who was no longer a nobleman and an insignificant commoner, wait in the servant’s room for a long time. They call me into the office and don’t even look at me. At the same time, he was never ignored or kicked out. It was desperate enough to want to capture even the exiled knight of Einher, but it was to make sure who had the upper hand. Truly aristocratic.

“Yeah, I remember. Isn’t it Einher’s premature baby? No, it’s not even Einher anymore.”

It is an anchovy that Banskell has lived with all his life. But Banskell sat there without even lifting an eye. All of those words must be intentional. As soon as he heard his name, he immediately remembered it. It was Einher’s ugliness that made a lot of noise in the social world.

“So, why did you come to see me?”

Untile said as he sat down at his desk with a leisurely pace. Then he poured the wine into a glass and held it up to the magic lamp, enjoying the color and texture.

“I want to participate in the battle tomorrow.”

Banskell opened his mouth. It was a calm, emotionless tone.

“ha ha ha.”

With a small smile, Untile tilted his wine glass, sniffed the scent, and put it in his mouth. After slowly enjoying the aroma and taste and swallowing, he set the glass down and buried himself deeply in the chair.

“Aren’t you planning to fight across the wall?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“The temple must have failed at the right time. Didn’t I tell you to abandon the city?”

Jun’s reasoning was almost right. It was just a small flaw that he hadn’t thought about the intervention of the temple.

“There’s no way the priests would have approved of this, and did they even kill them all?”

Untile raised his eyebrows. Even that expression must have been a calculated action.

“After being banished, you really became a commoner.”

It is a mockery of direct speech.

“The priests were well served in the temple.”

Banskell made a smile on his expressionless face and said.

“The person who will die tomorrow cares about everything.”

Untile looked at Banskell with a now expressionless face.

“bouncer.”

“joy.”

Untile also quit acting. They already know each other’s hand well. Even so, it is a nobleman to write numbers with a smile, but they are driven to the edge of a cliff.

“Give me knighthood and armor.”

“If it’s worth it.”

Huong…

The wind blew in the office with the windows closed. A few papers fluttered and flew lightly to the floor. It is the power of mana.

“Sorry.”

Untile muttered. I didn’t say that Banskell’s power was lacking. No, it’s full of cars. It was because he was well aware of what a great achievement it was to know how to release mana to the outside even though he hadn’t turned 30 yet. What he regrets is Banskell’s immature body. The fact that Banskell’s mother was poisoned during pregnancy and gave birth to a premature baby is a huge scandal that everyone in the social world of the Southern Kingdom was not aware of.

Even in the social world, the word Einher’s premature baby was all that was evaluated. It was not even worth evaluating because he was short in a family that had risen high as a knight. Even though he was pushed out of the succession race, he was able to survive because Einher’s savvy heir did not pose any threat and mercy was bestowed upon him.

with my daughter

Untile pulled the string beside the desk, and a bell rang outside the door. Immediately the door opened and a middle-aged man in a black suit entered. Untile took up his pen and scribbled on fine paper without looking up.

“Guide Einher’s Vanskell to the armory. Give him whatever he wants.”

Then he stamped the paper and held it out. The middle-aged man politely received it and passed it on to Banskell. A document appointing him as a knight. Originally, the knight ordination ceremony was held grandly in a solemn scene with everyone’s blessings. However, Banskell rolled up the document and left the door without any complaints. Neither Vanskell nor Untile said goodbye.

Moving to the arsenal, Van Skell carefully inspected the armor and weapons. It is not just a place where weapons used by soldiers are stored. A family arsenal containing weapons for nobles and knights. Each piece of armor and weapon was enchanted, and aside from magic, there was nothing that was not outstanding.

Banskell looked at the armor and eventually had no choice but to call a servant.

“Take this and this and this and this and take it all apart.”

Because there was no armor that fit the body. The armor of knights and nobles is all custom-made, and the ones here are worn by someone else. Born as a premature baby, there was no armor that fit the short Banskell, so he had to disassemble the armor to find parts that fit his body and fit them together. Some of the armor Van Skell chose was shorter or thinner than the others.

While the servants were disassembling the armor, Banskell looked around the sword. Although he had no choice but to use a one-handed sword, he honed his family’s swordsmanship to death. I worked harder because I was an immature child. He had Mujae and had a good affinity for mana, so his achievement was quick, but his family’s sword method was to wield a long and heavy longsword. Einher’s lineage is something that can be easily identified even among the tallest knights with a head that sticks out. The sword he handled naturally became longer and heavier.

sereung.

Vanskell picked up a sword and drew it. It might be a one-handed sword for a tall knight, but it’s perfect for a long sword against a half-skell. The hand of the knight who was using it was very large, and the length of the handle was generous, so it was good to hold the Banskell with both hands. The handle was a bit thick and uncomfortable, but there is no better weapon than this.

Poof! Whirik! Hiss!

Banskell took up his stance and swung his sword at once. The sword swung like a storm in his hand. All movements are connected in an exciting way without any interruption. With each movement, the grip was delicately changed and the feet moved swiftly. Even though it was the power that emanated from his body without using mana, the sense of intimidation and anticipation was frightening.

The servants who were disassembling the armor also looked at it in awe. Although they were well-educated, the high school Einher’s swordsmanship was terrifying.

chuck!

The moment Van Skell’s sword entered the coward, the servants who came to their senses came to their senses and disassembled the armor. Van Skell disassembled and carefully inspected the well-arranged armor against his body. Thanks to that, I was able to fit it without being uncomfortable, although it didn’t fit my body. Of course, you can’t wear it right away. Because it is a part of different armor, the technicians in Bimarnga will look after it until tomorrow morning.

“I will send someone tomorrow morning.”

Leaving behind the middle-aged man who said so, Banskell left the mansion. I went straight to Yetir and asked him to move me to his lodgings, and I spent the rest of the money and ate my fill and went to sleep. The Yetir naturally behaved as if he were his servant, as he had been for a long time.

“Vanskell-sama, someone has arrived.”

Yetir knocked on Vanskell’s door as he woke up in the morning and regained his composure. A person sent from Bimarnga. The two went straight to the Bimarnga mansion. This time, Yetir was able to enter as well. In addition to the armor and sword, I was able to receive a horse. As for the armor, the technicians seemed to have put some effort into it, and the color and shape were also set to their own, which made Banskell smile, even though he was prepared to look like he picked one up in the second-hand market.

With the help of Bimarn’s servants, he wore armor. Originally, it was a servant’s job, but Yetir doesn’t know how to wear armor. As soon as he mounted his horse wearing shining magic armor, Banskell was clearly a knight. However, Banskell was not satisfied with his mind. All of this cannot be said to be one’s own until it survives here.

Shortly after, the ceremony began. Banskell’s seat was at the back of the knights. The other knights and soldiers glanced at him but said nothing. It was because the lord did it anyway. Yetir? I don’t care where the insignificant rat went.

And what happened next was as expected. The ceremony, which had been held with cheers from the citizens, was suddenly turned into a mess by a scout who rode a horse in front of the lord.

“Black goblins are coming from the forest! It is too many to count!”

The gates were immediately closed and the soldiers climbed onto the walls. The preparations were made in a sneaky way, so it was very quick. And the goblins came. There was confusion at first, but the atmosphere was not bad because it was well-prepared. However, as soon as they entered the street where the goblins could be seen, a commotion spread across the walls.

“What is that… Are you a goblin?”

A huge number of goblins. But what scares me more than that is the appearance of the goblins. His green skin has turned black, and he has grown taller, so his size is good. Even the running speed was not that of a goblin.

“Don’t be agitated! Are you planning to make a goblin or something like that rain dry!”

The knights shouted everywhere and managed the soldiers. Banskell was the same. The soldiers, who were dissatisfied with him as a knight they had never seen before, regained their senses when he shouted with mana and began to regroup.

As the black group approached, arrows rained down on command, and those in the lead fell, tangled up, fell, stepped on each other, and pushed each other. A bottleneck occurred on a plain with nothing. The magic fell on the abyss.

Roaring!

“Kyaaa!”

Several fireballs fell in the place where the goblins were gathered, and black smoke rose. Fire magic is the best for living creatures. It burns the lungs and cooks the eyeballs with great pain. Over a hundred goblins died or became incapacitated at once. Corpses and wounded goblins once again blocked the path of other goblins, slowing them down and concentrating in one place, and again the magic fell.

“Wow!”

The morale of the soldiers soared. Hundreds of goblins were burned to death before they even entered hand-to-hand combat. Outside the castle wall, black smoke and burns are thick, revealing the majesty of magic without fail. There are those who survived and stuck to the wall, but very few of them, and they struggled under the wall that was over 5m high.

“Hey, look at that guy!”

“Chuckling, look at how shiny the head is! Whoops!”

“Oh, I can’t get it right. Look at me, you sick bastard. Look at what your brother is doing.”

The soldiers were so excited that they were even making bets by throwing stones they had piled up to hit the goblins. All such soldiers were only guards or conscripts, and the privates and regulars of Bimarnga remained silent.

The knights grabbed them by the back of their necks, dragged them out, beat them, and yelled at them. Even so, there were always those who boasted that they had killed a hundred goblins.

“Uh-uh-uh!”

Then there was an asshole who fell outside the wall. His neck was broken and he died instantly, and the goblins attacked and devoured his corpse. Because of one asshole, the atmosphere immediately deteriorated.

“If you don’t want to die, keep your seat!”

Only then did the soldiers hold their ground. Still, there were a lot of guys itching to throw rocks while pouring out a bowl of swearing.

The magic stopped for a moment as the smoke obscured his vision. The battlefield was all about the uncontrollable hum and burning of soldiers, and the screams of goblins beyond.

“Have you done it?”