I Became the Wrong Race

114 – Warlock and Black Knight (2)

Netel, the world of Grim Darker, is a cold dark fantasy world.

If we were to point out what is cold, it could be said to be the overall cynical attitude of those living in that world, the appropriate treatment of strangers, and the strength of those in power.

Among these, what I will now point out is the strength of the ruler.

First of all, I am not saying that power has become stronger.

To put it bluntly, it could be said that those who live in the world of Grim Darker are good at politics, but cannot tolerate a weak monarch.

To be precise, it could be said that a weak person cannot hold power.

And this power did not encompass all types of power.

It was just force.

Grim Darker’s world is a world where the weak cannot hold power. In other words, all beings who hold power are beings with power.

It is truly the world of human beings, the land of the second coming of the Heavenly Demon and a thousand blessings.

Is it possible for a powerful person with weak military power to survive in such a place?

The five archdukes come to mind as a representative example.

Originally called the Five Grand Dukes, they were powerful figures and nobles who were recognized everywhere until they were all murdered by homunculus assassins.

They were also worthy people.

Everyone is level 20, a solid combination of two wizards, a warrior, an assassin, and a hunter, and they also have the reputation and teamwork they have built up through a long period of adventuring together.

They were really strong. The opponent, the homunculus, was just too strong.

In this barbaric land, like in the modern times when I lived, there is no one who thinks, ‘There is no shame in losing to the strong.’

After them, the five archdukes who had newly taken power were under constant pressure, death threats, and murder attempts.

Through him, we were able to learn about the people’s love for force in the world of Grim Darker.

If Nara hits 3 to 2000, should I say that I feel like I could die today?

Even in a common village, the village chief was the strongest person in the village, and if the lord of a castle was weak, a stronger successor would cut his head and take his place.

The world was harsh.

Although it was less so in the New World, it was still the case in the Old World.

Cannibals are everywhere, and the house you go to rest is a monster that has been covered like a shell.

Adventurer, robber, and robber are the same thing.

Also, it is a place where stabbing an adventurer and paying compensation are the same thing.

It was inevitable.

In a land like this, a person representing a group must be level 20.

And if you were to pick the three strongest among them, the old man in front of you would definitely be on that list.

The Dragon King, the ruler of the Dragons and the greatest fighter on the continent.

The illegitimate son of a giant king and the greatest sword on the continent, Sword Saint.

Lastly, the leader of the Black Knights and dean of the Anti-Demon School, a survivor.

Walterok.

He was worthy of being one of the strongest on the continent.

Countless scratches and scars engraved on the armor.

I could understand its history just by looking at it.

Because it had been repaired several times to match, the black armor covered his body like a stained shadow.

If you look closely, you won’t know, but if you look at it from a step away, it was like that.

Moreover, even though he is not a giant, he has a magnificent physique that can be considered a giant.

And the quiet yet overwhelming atmosphere that matches it is impossible to ignore.

It was an aspect of being who had lived as a knight commander for 300 years among the black knights who were dying like mayflies.

So he was a survivor. Because he was a being that survived for 300 years in this turbulent land, Netel.

Surviving on this earth meant being strong.

Most of us, except a few, were wary of him.

My sister frowned while trying to change the color of her eyes next to me. The powerful anti-magic power emanating from his body was interfering with the use of magical power itself.

As if the melody was the same, she brought her hand near my estok and touched my body her with her her other hand her her her.

I knew what I was doing. It was like a part I saw in a game once.

Did they say that even my heartbeat can be tuned by the Dueling School, so that just my heartbeat can become a rhythm and create magic?

Since it was impossible to express magic externally anyway due to anti-magic power, even strengthening magic was closer to being placed on the body.

Lorian was different from those two, but he was still on guard.

I brought my hand to the beheading sword that was on my right waist and was fiddling with the hilt.

The blood magic-specific energy did not flow from her body, and the blood-red armor she usually wore did not cover her body.

Still, it was clear that he was on guard. He was glaring at Valteroch expressionlessly, without the fierce expression he used to make like a hero.

Among them, there were only three who were not on guard.

They know who Balterok is, but he is a mourner who believes that he and his knights will not attack them.

I know that Balterok will not attack me.

Lastly, Eshaterna is not very interested in the situation itself and she is just sleepy and tired.

My uncle and I are mourners so there is no anti-magic effect, so why is this crazy b*tch?

I glanced at Esha Terna, then saw her waving her hand and pointing ahead and looked ahead at the road.

Before I knew it, Walterok was one step closer.

“Boundary. It’s a good virtue.”

An intimidating feeling that goes well with a deep voice. The fishy smell of iron that catches you in a hurry.

He had the overall aura of a man made of steel.

However, the temperament in his voice was not that cold.

He was actually talking as if he was proud of us.

Although his gaze was not visible, his expression was clear.

He spoke even as Lorian answered his head questioningly.

“Do you know me?”

“I know. “If you’re going to impersonate someone, shouldn’t you know something to some extent?”

“That’s reasonable. “It looks like we came to the right place.”

The reason why I formed a relationship with the Black Knights was when I impersonated the Black Knights and defeated a warlock.

They must have heard about me through rumors, and have been keeping an eye on me since then.

In the end, I found out that I was not the Black Knight, but the divinity I gained stimulated powerful people across the continent.

They came to this distant new continent to meet me.

So, naturally, there was a question that came to mind.

Why did you come to me?

“I guess you didn’t come to kill me.”

“Why do you think that?”

“If that were the case, the first thing to do would have been to use Shadow Cradle’s descent function.”

The Cradle of Shadows is both a fortress and a siege weapon.

The mere existence of that gigantic fortress hinders the magic of all beings within its radius, and its enormous mass becomes a weapon in itself.

If you are going to attack, it is normal to start by pressing down.

Instead of doing that, the intention was pretty obvious just because they walked right in front of us.

Walterok had no intention of attacking.

If there had been, he would have descended from the air and performed a lance charge, no, a lance drop, rather than walking through the air.

I was convinced when I glanced at the lance hanging behind his back.

The power of lance charging requires acceleration.

There is no acceleration, no distance to accelerate. But that doesn’t mean this black knight gets weaker.

I felt at ease.

When I hinted at that, he let out a short laugh.

“Do you know us well?”

“I thought I could trust you no matter how the situation unfolded.”

“There is too much trust. We too are just humans. There can be as many traitors as there are.”

Although he speaks like a scolding old man, he seems quite satisfied. Well, 300 years is not a short time.

If a knight commander has been around for 300 years, the group is already the same as the individual’s identity.

There is hardly anyone who does not feel happy when praised. I took my eyes off the lance that had been the final item in many of my builds.

“But I think it will be easier to talk if you trust me. “Could you please guide me to the advance team?”

Walterok said that, and I laughed.

“No.”

“… Hmm?”

Walterok looks at me curiously. I smiled at him and said.

“It’s not here.”

It’s not like you’re driving in a car and you stop to say hello, but you stop here and ask, ‘How can I guide you?

I didn’t really say that.

*

[Name: Llewelyn]

[Race: Immortal]

[Occupation: Warrior – Mourner 10]

[Reputation: New Star]

[Strength: 24(+7)][Dexterity: 22(+6)][Health: 22(+6)]

[Magic Power: □][Inspiration: □][Charm: □]

[Play time: 9,764 hours]

The location of the dungeon was unknown, but the movement itself did not take long.

There is a black knight who knows how to ‘sky walk’, so all you have to do is climb high and ask where the nearby mountain is.

So when we returned to the pantheon, only four hours had passed.

To be exact, it’s been 4 hours since I was kidnapped and my sister blew up the dungeon with a nuclear explosion.

Anyway, if you count from the time I left, not a long time has passed.

I was in front of the Black Knight Castle, located at the entrance to the pantheon, next to the cave where monsters like my mother’s limbs originally flowed.

“I meet the owner of the cradle.”

Mr. Irenicus bows on one knee. He and his colleagues bowed their heads without hesitation to the knight commander who was much larger than them.

“This mission was also a great achievement, thank you.”

“No. “I just did what I had to do.”

“I will take over now, so please come back and rest and do maintenance.”

“All right. “Then, Lord Llewelyn, I’ll see you later.”

The Dark Knights had a friendly atmosphere. Is it because the only people in the world that can be called allies are each other?

They exchanged greetings in a truly ‘family-like company’ atmosphere and returned to the castle.

As far as I know, that kind of atmosphere wasn’t created with the intention of creating it.

It is truly created by the strength of the group and the members who treat each other like family.

I raised my evaluation of the Dark Knights a little.

They were even quite thorough.

Shadow Cradle alone is a fairly strong fortress, but right after the Cradle landed, they cleared out the surrounding forest and built a fence around it.

In that respect, the Black Knight, who could walk and run in the sky and apply anti-magic power to influence the world, was an excellent workforce.

Only an hour had passed since we landed, and there were already fences and a solid defense line in place around the cradle.

I watched them ticking by and then saw Walterok standing next to me.

“How about we get to the point now?”

A huge knight who is much taller than me and you have to tilt your head to see his face.

He was standing side by side in front of the cradle, on top of a wooden fence that had just been completed.

Although he was an inorganic being who showed no expression and whose emotions could not be read, I knew that he was quite friendly towards me and my forces.

If you think about it, it was a strange thing.

Even though what I did under false pretense was favorable, this series of actions was extremely friendly.

If the Anti-Demon School had been a frivolous place where the leader of a new force traveled across the continent for good deeds, it would have been destroyed and disappeared long ago.

I thought there was a reason why they came to the New World and met me.

For example.

[Reputation: New Star]

[New Star / Comprehensive

-The divinity and qualifications you have earned are not something the average person can recognize. But the flame and light you lit that day touched everyone’s hearts and ignited their ambitions. It wouldn’t be strange if there were people who were inspired by that flame and came to visit!]

A new star with a new overall reputation.

Especially the part about divinity and qualification written in it.

I paid attention there. I didn’t know that among the powerful on the entire continent, the first to recognize the light would be the Dark Knights.

I looked up at Walterok and said.

“Didn’t you come because of my divinity?”

Walterok quietly nodded.

Under the pressure of a mountain moving, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.