I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages.

The ghosts had a bizarre appearance.

Ghosts without legs floated in the air with torn internal organs, and ghosts with half their faces blown off screamed with their eyes instead of mouths.

A gruesome sight indeed.

‘So that’s why this dungeon is called the Tomb of the Skilled.’

Their identities were the spirits of those who confidently sought out the dungeon with their skills but ended up dead.

If they died here, they would become gray ghosts and never be able to leave this mansion.

“Rally on me!”

“Undead!”

The trainee knights drew their swords as one.

By Windsor standards, they were beginners, but from an average perspective, they were also well-trained experts with quick reactions.

“Keep your distance!”

“I’ll break through! Everyone rush in and enter the rooms-!”

But they were still far off.

‘They keep breaking the rules.’

[Second. Do not make loud noises! Noise pollution lowers the surrounding land value!]

The consequences of violating the rules came immediately.

“Urk.”

Those who had screamed collapsed at the same time, clutching their throats.

Sisilia’s eyes sank deeply.

“W-what the hell is this…!”

Someone swung their sword, but physical force wouldn’t work on ghost types. It passed through empty air.

“S-Sisilia…”

A trainee knight consumed by fear grabbed Sisilia’s ankle.

“S-save me! Save me! The test has gone on long enough…! P-please!”

“I’m the youngest of the Heinz family! I-if you just spare me, I will give you ample compensation!”

This happened just 3 minutes into the dungeon.

There were knights completely forgetting the rules, screaming, and swinging their swords recklessly in the air where it had no effect.

“Ha.”

Sisilia was about to get slightly annoyed, but she didn’t forget her role.

“I will not interfere. Even if you become ghosts of this place and wander forever. Don’t tell me you didn’t even resolve yourself for death when coming to a dungeon?”

However, unlike herself, who played the role of ‘pretty girl instructor who was a bit strict,’ the results were quite disappointing.

‘Lack of judgment.’

‘Lack of insight.’

‘Lack of basic skills.’

Skills that only elicited sighs.

As Marcus said, the skills of the current trainees were terrible.

‘But at this rate, there’s no point in training.’

Any more than this would be abuse, not training.

Sisilia didn’t have the hobby of tormenting innocent people.

She quickly came to a conclusion.

‘I should end it here.’

The moment she drew her sword to announce the end of the training—

“Don’t scream.”

With a flash of light, a charging ghost vanished.

Sisilia looked at the knight right next to her. It was the cute girl she had noticed earlier, Beatrice.

“Also, blessings seem to work. Everyone, wrap your swords with blessings. The efficiency drops, but that’s the best way.”

Her sword shone like a firefly. It was a rare ‘light’ blessing.

‘Wow. Rare.’

Sisilia blinked and sheathed her sword as if nothing had happened.

Beatrice bravely fought the ghosts.

But her trembling hands proved it. She was afraid too. She was enduring and fighting.

‘…Admirable and pretty.’

She seemed worth watching.

**

Kekeke!

“Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

Leading from the very front, Liharton constantly spat out curses as if to shake off his fear.

Come with us! Be with us!

Those damn ghosts even spoke. It was an eerie voice mixed with male and female voices.

The urge to tear off his ears right now came to him.

‘But, I can’t back down.’

Liharton calmed his mind, sensing the presence walking silently right behind him.

The top of this class, Beatrice Schwarzfeder.

The female knight, a full head shorter than him, was also moving forward without giving up.

How could he, a man, collapse while she pushed forward?

Liharton gripped his sword tightly and infused it with a blessing.

“We cleared the staircase. Can you cover us, Betty?”

“…Yeah.”

She answered briefly and took a step forward.

She hid her body by the railing on the 2nd floor and peeked slightly towards the corridor.

Hello?

A ghost politely greeted her.

Its mouth was torn up to its ears, and it had no lower body.

Beatrice almost screamed.

‘Scary.’

In fact, she was trembling with fear more than anyone here.

She wanted to run away if she could.

But she had a reason she couldn’t do that.

“…”

Beatrice looked back.

With an emotionless air—

The Windsor knight showed no emotional disturbance even in this situation.

Sword Maiden Sisilia.

For some reason, the ghosts didn’t attack her.

No, rather, a group was sobbing in the corner with their hands on their heads.

Just because they met her eyes.

Shiver-

Goosebumps rose. Beatrice swallowed dryly while looking forward.

‘I-if I give up here, we’ll be annihilated not by the ghosts but by Miss Sisilia.’

Giving up is easy! Giving up is easy!

‘I want to do that too…!’

She wouldn’t have dreamed of becoming a Windsor knight if she knew it would be this harsh.

She just applied because she wanted to advance in the world!

She wanted to give up. She tried to throw everything away and run.

However, Beatrice was more afraid of Sisilia than the ghosts.

Wanna come together? Wanna come together?

A bizarre ghost with arms where its legs should be approached.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for arrogantly challenging Windsor. I’ll withdraw after this is over. I’ll go help my parents’ farm.’

Beatrice shouted with tears in her eyes.

“Sunshine”

A wave of light burst out. Liharton immediately went into the corridor and took care of three ghosts at once.

Exhaling the breath he had been holding for a moment, he nodded. At a quick pace, but without running, he headed towards the corridor.

Creak-!

They entered the rooms one by one. Then, the ghosts that should have been stopped by Beatrice’s Sunshine started moving again.

Sweating profusely, Liharton spoke urgently.

“Betty, one more time.”

“I’ve been doing it continuously… it’s not working. For some reason, they seem to have gotten stronger.”

“Damn it, is it because of the rules? Looks like they gradually get stronger the later it gets.”

Liharton hurriedly looked back and spoke.

“Everyone open the nearest room and go in. Don’t die.”

Liharton, who spoke urgently, stepped forward to break through. There were also a few trainee knights accompanying him.

Beatrice quietly moved to the side.

‘S-since he said to go in, it should be fine now, right?’

Gulp.

The door handle had never looked so sweet.

Would there be a bed inside, too? She was tired and wanted to quickly take off this uncomfortable armor and fall asleep.

However—

Sisilia was caught in Beatrice’s field of vision as she tried to turn the doorknob.

“Eek.”

Beatrice flinched and hiccuped. Their eyes met.

Thud-

Sisillia moved forward leisurely.

And the knights hurriedly tried to open the door and enter the nearest room.

Whoosh-!

“Ugh…”

The knight who tried to open the door first rolled on the floor, groaning in pain he couldn’t bear.

A sudden gust of wind had blown him away.

Creak-.

The door opens to an empty space.

The unconscious trainee knights floating behind Sisilia were thrown into the room.

Thud-

After two entered that way, the knights already in the room flew out.

“W-why…!”

“Freeloading is a crime.”

Beatrice, who was quick-witted even though she didn’t know what ‘freeloading’ meant, sensed it.

‘If you try to take the easy way, she’ll definitely make your future life very difficult…!’

Cruel!

A villainess with no blood or tears!

Beatrice, who couldn’t spit it out, followed Liharton’s back with quick steps, holding back tears.

-You know what? They say there are no sane people in the Windsor Knights. Especially the executives, every single one of them is crazy.

Suddenly, her colleague’s words come to mind.

Back then, she just thought they were trying to scare her.

Beatrice sincerely, truly, deeply apologized for doubting Liharton’s words.

“There’s only one room left now.”

“Let’s all three of us go in.”

Then, Beatrice hurriedly grabbed Liharton’s hand.

“No. Only two can go in.”

“No way. The room was big. Five would be plenty…”

“It’s Miss Sisilia’s order. If it’s not two, she’ll break your legs with wind and leave you.”

“What?!”

Liharton covered his mouth as he almost made a loud sound.

“Kyaak!”

Indeed, some were flying around here and there with unusual screams(?)

“Damn it, she’s as nasty as she is pretty.”

Liharton spoke with a face that wasn’t quite smiling.

“You two go in. I’ll break through the 3rd floor alone.”

Dessen frowned.

“Why you? I’d rather…”

“Let me act cool for once.”

Dessen nodded with a chuckle.

“Let’s go in, Betty. You probably don’t want to sleep with a man, but forgive me.”

“U-uh-huh…”

What does that matter in a life-or-death situation?

Beatrice was just happy to escape this situation.

“…Sorry. Liharton.”

Click.

The door closed.

Unlike the commotion outside, the inside of the room was only silent.

But the joy was short-lived.

Beatrice saw it. Sisilia’s cold gaze before entering the room.

‘W-why?’

Clang—.

The sound of fighting could be heard right in front of the room. It was probably the sound of Liharton struggling.

Ghosts seemed to have flocked. Then, a fact suddenly came to mind.

‘I still have some mana left… B-but Dessen and Liharton probably don’t have much.’

The two broke through at the head. She was also relatively at the front, but only in a supporting role.

But would Sisilia even know the remaining mana? She had never even heard of such an ability…

‘Of course she knows!’

Beatrice’s lips trembled. At this rate?

She might be blown around by Sisilia’s wind, bumping into things here and there, and die a lonely death.

“I know what you’re thinking, but hold back. Liharton has already resolved to sacrifice…”

Beatrice immediately opened the door.

“What are you…”

“Shh.”

She grabbed the back of Liharton’s neck and threw him into the room, then stepped forward.

“Hmm.”

Just then, Sisilia was right in front. Beatrice almost collapsed on the spot.

She was touching her lips as if evaluating. Her long eyelashes slowly covered her eyes.

Nod.

“…!”

Fortunately, her judgment was correct. She would have flown through the sky if she had been even a little late just now.

However,

Like fish discovering bait, ghosts flocked in droves.

She came out of the room! She went out of the room! She came out of the room!

She broke the rules! We have to retaliate! We have to retaliate!

“Hieek…”

Beatrice’s hand trembled, and the light blessing on her sword flickered.

As the ghosts’ eerie wailing echoed in her ears, she reflexively closed her eyes.

‘I should have just stayed in the room…!’

A belated regret. Her face turned pale, and her hands and feet trembled.

Tears leaked out from the overwhelming fear.

Beatrice looked to the side, trembling. It was like instinct. In a situation she couldn’t handle with her own strength, the human instinct to find a stronger person to help.

“…”

Cold—

Sisilia’s expression was as cold as ice.

D-don’t hit me…

I was wrong! I was wrong!

Everyone’s going to die… Everyone’s going to die…

The ghosts also trembled at the faintly felt murderous intent.

But Beatrice didn’t care about the ghosts.

Sisilia’s cold, wavering pupils—

Seemed to be asking, ‘You challenged the Windsor Knights with just this level of resolve?’

‘I’d rather die to the ghosts. If I get on her bad side, my descendants for 3 generations will be wiped out.’

Terrified of the greater fear, Beatrice swung her sword.

“Lumen Strike”

“Holy Radiant Slash”

“Roar of Light—!”

She used every skill she had, practiced or not.

She went up to the 3rd floor in a state of being half out of her mind.

The dark corridor brightened due to Beatrice’s light swordsmanship.

Scary! Scary! Scary!

What is this? What is this?

Strange! The bell! It’s midnight! Too bright! Ahhh!

She was lucky.

The ghosts seemed to fear the light. It would have been nice if she had noticed sooner.

“Heok, huk-”

Ding—.

In time with the last bell sound, Beatrice succeeded in entering the room.

She sat down on the spot as soon as she entered the room.

“I-I did it.”

***

The courage to bravely lead from the front, overcoming fear.

The consideration to look after others despite being weak.

The tenacity to not give up until the end.

And the composure to occasionally glance at the supervisor, asking for praise.

‘Just perfect.’

Sisilia was satisfied.

However in the end, she did spread some killing intent to limit the ghosts’ movements—

Beatrice was able to clear the

Above all.

“Lewd.”

The soft newbie’s movements were too lewd.

‘A cute, strong, and kind newbie…’

Slurp. Sisilia wiped her drool with her sleeve.