NOVEL WEB C106
“......”
This silent, uncomfortable awkward moment ends when I turned the corner that I could see in front of me.
I will guide her to the main street, and after that, I don't care if she goes into the back alley again, if she gets killed by the guy who just shot an arrow at us, or if she gets kidnapped by some weirdo who says he's chasing her.
I will be a target of detection as long as I have the Monocle on, but I won't help her.
Besides,
“It looks like the saintly lady is picking us up just down the road.”
“...... guards, I presume?”
There are a few Royal Guards and Royal Knights with different armor standing on the main street where we will be heading in the detection.
The movement shows that they are packed with several guards and there are even a few onlookers.
It is clear that if I take this saint Luria with me in this situation, it will be troublesome, but it will be even more troublesome if we part ways here and Luria, when asked about the situation, utters something strange.
"Maybe they'll get mad at me. ......”
No, she's being unreasonably upset with the guards, so on the contrary, make her angry at them for not causing trouble.
Heck, what was the reason she was crying there in the first place?
Even though she can be changed if she has enough skills, Luria, who can become a saint, is one of the most valuable forces in the battle, and her guards must be very skilled.
It is hard to believe that Luria would be walking around alone, so let's eliminate the theory that she was acting alone and deviate from her escorts to the extent of being chased by strange people?
If a skilled guard were to make a decision to let the saint escape, the guard would surely be dead.
"Let us send the holy knights of our church into the capital to search for her with all our might!"
"That is impossible.
It is a condition for Church officials to enter the capital that only those of you who are initially registered are allowed to enter."
"Then you don't care what happens to the saint?"
I have never been in a yelling fight with the guards like this.
'They said that the security was good, but was it a lie, the kingdom's specialty? I don't think so, but that wasn't the king's instruction, was it?!"
"If you continue, I will have you arrested for treason."
"You think you're the only ones who can get caught?"
You can't protect one person, and you're a holy knight?
Don't be so lenient, lass, or I'll kill you."
A sword could be pulled out of that place at any moment.
"Holy knight!"
Oh, .......”
One of the holy knights noticed Luria and called out loudly, and perhaps startled by the sound of her loud voice, Luria hid behind me.
"You are Khalil Dikaman!
What are you trying to do to our saint!"
What is the point of having an assigned guard who can't keep his cool in an emergency?
I was the one who should have prevented him from pointing his sword at me, who had protected Luria, who was hiding behind me.
"Hah .......”
The sword held by the Holy Knight of the Church is blessed.
The blessing is called an enchantment, and it permanently imparts magical power using a rare material.
The church touts the blessing as a divine power, but God has nothing to do with it, as the church has a monopoly on the art of enchantment.
Although at first glance it may seem that there are only advantages, there are also some disadvantages.
The disadvantages are that the durability value is lowered and that enchanted weapons can be destroyed if a large amount of magic power is poured into them.
The strength of the enchanted weapon will be much higher if it is made by the best engineers, using the highest quality materials.
Oh well,
Pakin.
"Nah!"
Such equipment would only be given to those in a position as high as that of the Pope's guards. A saint, but a heavyweight of one faction's bodyguard, can easily be broken if I grip it with my hand and put magic power into a single point.
“Seize him!”
““Ha!””
Well, I thought I would stop one of the Holy Knights from being bound, but the rest of the Holy Knights just stood there stunned, as if it was more shocking to have a blessed weapon broken.
"Um, um, ...... that...”
“Are you all right, Master Dicaman?
'No problem, maybe that sword was a flimsy thing."
"Ahhh ......”
After leaving Luria, who is a bit of an irritating fly on the wall and keeps uttering words that sound like squeaks, the guards and I discuss how to deal with the holy knight.
"It doesn't matter, it's how you manage it."
"It will be hard.”
The church garbage who are guests of the king.
It would be troublesome to capture them all, but considering the impression the king's subjects have of the country, it would be dangerous to eliminate the church immediately.
"Only those who point their swords at me should be captured and put on trial."
'Yes, at once, my lord."
It's a necessary step, but it's the best and most stable.
If it had been just me, the guards, and the church officials, I would have left without even arresting him.
“Are you the devil, destroying with your own bare hands the armor blessed by God,......?
In a sense, it could be said that it was thanks to the holy knight who was shivering there who made a loud noise and made onlookers.
"Yes, I believe there's a fainted coach and a fainting guru in this street, and I want you to find them and heal them."
Leave it to me, please.
And, Lord Dicaman, do you need a carriage to take you home?"
"No need."
I can finally go home. I have to rest as soon as possible because tomorrow I have to go to the academy.
"Excuse me, master Khalil!”
I casually started to walk away when Luria stopped me.
Oh, no! You can't talk to Lord Dicaman, a nobleman, even though ...”
It's okay, it's okay.
I stop the guards and urge Luria to continue.
"What is it that has caused this ......?”
'......."
Why, it's not hard to figure out, just look at it. Perhaps there is something she truly wants to hear, but doesn't know how to say it or ask it.
Saint Lulia, try to figure it out for yourself.
You can't do it all, but think about why your own guards attacked me.”
“Think ......?
But you know, Khalil-san..."
"Don't get carried away.'
"Oh my God, ......!"
The encounter between the saint and me, which would never have happened, ended in the worst possible parting of ways, with the irritated me leaving the terrified saint behind.