Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Hostage 2

“Do not move! If you move I will stab!”

The long and neatly shaped man shouted while bringing the cool sword to the small child’s neck.

How much he did not eat the skinny child shook precariously at that rough hand.

At the unexpected situation everyone stopped.

‘......?’

1st-class gourmet Harold blinked his eyes.

That is now—.

‘Threatening with his own colleague as a hostage?’

Harold who belatedly understood the situation squinted his eyes.

To see as acting the woman’s wailing clinging to the man’s leg was too deep.

The woman was pleading to the man while shedding tears with a bang bang. That could not be acting.

On top of that the neat smile of the guy who put the knife to the skinny child’s neck—.

It did not seem simple acting.

At that a question rose.

‘But why threatening with a colleague?’

At the stupid guy threatening with his own colleague Harold clicked his tongue.

“Stop.”

The demon race issued a low order.

The demon race’s face was slightly distorted.

“Stop?”

Harold asked back while adjusting the sword.

“Yes, stop! If you want to prevent a hole forming in this boy’s neck!”

The man shouted while shaking the boy. At that Harold’s brow furrowed.

“The child’s safety is the top priority.”

The demon race actually stepped back one step. All the demon races’ expressions were the same. As if tied as one.

“A good thought! I am very ruthless!”

The man excitedly shook the boy.

‘What on earth is this—.’

At the situation as if positions were reversed Harold fully furrowed his eyes.

‘This is why demon races......’

The demon race’s calculation was clear. There was not an inch of gap or worry, or room for compromise there.

The fact that the gourmets came by the request of those demon races was fact, but it was not simply because of that.

Their target was that guy called Galahad.

After the guy called Galahad came to the North, the North became chaotic.

At that there were quite a few who wanted the guy’s handling. The gourmets were also one of them.

Above all—.

‘It is Dawn’s request.’

Harold’s mouth dried tightly. The problem was receiving several requests.

To think the demon races would suddenly say they would step back.

‘If saying continue—.’

Harold examined the demon race.

Still an emotionless appearance.

The demon races obediently stepped back.

If the guys’ priority is that boy.

‘One has to fight even the demon race.’

It was clearly a perfect trap one could not escape.

To think of ruining that with a single number—.

‘An amazing guy.’

Harold admired softly at the guy laughing while putting the knife to the boy.

However—.

“Does it seem that guy will really stab? Humans are different from the demon race. Would one carelessly stab a young boy who is a colleague?”

Harold asked while pointing at the guy.

At that the demon race’s head turned.

The guy who received the gaze raised the corners of his mouth.

“What do you think?”

The guy turned the sword with a bing.

The sword drew a graceful line.

Originally it was clear one would not be able to stab the boy’s neck. Because it was a young and thin boy who is one’s own colleague.

However.

“Aa! No! Please!”

The woman pleading from the side and the man holding that woman with a sorrowful expression, and even the knight who turned his head as if unable to see—.

‘......Why does it seem he will stab?’

“The child’s safety is the top priority. There is no thought of taking risks.”

The demon race said firmly. Still expressionless.

Harold chewed his lips for a moment and nodded.

The matter would become complicated but.

‘For now, let’s clean the demon race.’

There was no need to face even the demon race.

Harold gestured to the gourmets. Annoyance rose full on the gourmets’ faces. There was nothing as humiliating as stepping back in front of meat.

Then.

“Eh? Those expressions are quite impure! This is a face of cleaning the obstructing demon races and looking for a suitable opportunity and ambushing! Because the request was ruined let’s also handle the boy! face.”

The guy started chattering bizarre sounds.

“And the gourmets absolutely do not give up the prey once marked. Isn’t it?”

The guy said as if knowing the gourmets.

At the leisurely voice not matching the situation Harold gulped saliva.

The demon races’ heads turned toward Harold.

“......Not so.”

“Hmm, look at those eyes trembling with a parr—. Humans when speaking lies the eye area trembles. You, are speaking a lie.”

At the continued guy’s urging the demon race who grew a mustache drew the sword.

The demon race’s sword aimed not at the guy but at the gourmet side.

“This bastard—.”

Harold spat a curse annoyingly.

Now one could not step back.

The demon race and gourmets tangled.

****

‘.....?’

Tom was hard to follow the situation at all.

Coming out to the raid, the demon races were surrounding and even bizarre ones appeared.

At the desperate crisis Galahad suddenly put the knife to Damien’s neck—.

The surrounding guys started fighting among themselves.

“That guy, the swordsmanship is considerable.”

“I see, it seems learned from a promising knight of the capital.”

Looking at that Gilbert and Galahad were conversing as if nothing.

“Damien! Damien!”

“Gwen, come to senses. You are also a mage now, if easily hit by mental interference what use.”

“Eh? Aat?!”

When Galahad flicked his finger, Gwen blinked her eyes. The tears that were flowing continuously at that eye area stopped. Soon a docile sign rose.

When receiving Damien Galahad slightly touched Gwen’s head, it seemed he did something then.

Shouts and screams burst from all around. The guys called gourmets faced the demon races with each different weapons.

“Fighting well.”

Galahad said in a leisurely voice as if not his own matter.

“Aura? Were the guys knights?”

The ones called gourmets were emitting each different auras. Gilbert asked while pointing at that.

“To speak accurately, knight failures.”

“......Failures?”

“In the capital they stamp knights. Defects occur in that process. Like that.”

At Galahad’s peaceful answer Gilbert’s brow furrowed. It seemed he felt insult at stamping knights.

“Can knights be stamped?”

“Farmed knights. Even if succeeding weaker than natural knights and cannot grow more. Still stronger than soldiers.”

“Where on earth do they use that kind of thing?”

“They use here and there.”

Then, a scream burst long. It was the usual mustache demon race.

The mustache demon race moved roughly exactly like a wolf in a flock of sheep. However the gourmets were not just hit either.

They pressed the mustache demon race from all around exactly like hunting a beast. Attack and defense continued consecutively.

The force was stronger for the demon race, but the number of gourmets was more. The balance due to that was quite appropriate.

“Everyone prepare.”

“Yes? What?”

“They will notice soon.”

“What.”

“That I am not that heartless.”

Galahad squinted his eyes.

Tom nodded and loosened his body. Gwen mumbled her mouth and chanted a formula. Gilbert exhaled breath long and adjusted the sword.

Then—.

Sssssssk.

“This.”

At the sharp sound Galahad flicked his finger.

Tung! The pointed arrow aiming at Damien was blocked by something and fell.

“Look at that! What hostage is a guy who blocks the arrow!!”

One of the gourmets shouted while shaking the crossbow.

At that the battle stopped.

Everyone’s gazes stuck on Galahad.

“You, deceived us.”

The mustache demon race said in an indifferent voice.

At that Galahad—.

“This, discovered. Come, receive. Gwen,”

Slightly threw Damien backward. Damien’s neck that was covered by the sword was clean. Not a single wound.

“Trivial play—.”

The mustache demon race squinted his eyes and aimed the sword.

“Do not scold me. You who try to compromise with the threatener are stupid.”

Galahad flicked his finger without hesitation.

At something that flew without sound one gourmet collapsed.

“This magic....... You......!”

The largest man among the gourmets shouted in astonishment.

“There, is the bald gourmet well? The tongue is pulled out so cannot feel the taste more though.”

Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth as if nothing.

“Come, let’s all join forces and protect Damien.”

At Galahad’s calm words.

“Explosive Fireball—!”

Gwen shouted larger than any time.

A huge fireball larger than usual flew quickly. The skinny gourmet tried to cut the fireball with a sword containing aura.

The fireball roughly burst. Fierce flames ate the surroundings in an instant.

“Kuaaak!”

The rough scream was the signal.

“Used well, a good sword.”

Galahad laughed and gently handed the sword.

“You protect Damien.”

Tom firmly nodded while grabbing the sword.

****

‘Noticed faster than expected.’

Galahad clicked his tongue while taking out the cigarette.

Not as much as expected, but while the guys fought among themselves that number decreased a bit.

Galahad made a plan again and turned the calculation.

He quickly finished the calculation and nodded.

“Sir Gilbert, capture that stylish mustache demon race. I will buy time.”

“Yes.”

At Gilbert’s short answer Galahad laughed and flicked his finger.

An ice awl was shot quickly.

Even though the dark night one would not see properly, one gourmet twisted the sword and blocked that. The skill was quite good.

Pashak! The gourmet who cut the ice awl raised the corners of his mouth. Clear mockery. At that Galahad also followed and laughed.

Then something stuck in the gourmet’s neck. Keok—. Making a breath choking sound the gourmet overturned backward. It was an ice awl.

Why—. Astonishment lingered in the gourmet’s eyes.

There are two hands—. Galahad shook the left hand and laughed.

Galahad deeply sucked the cigarette and looked around.

The guys who were fighting until just now whether they reconciled at some point, were naturally mixed and approaching.

“Truly guys without integrity.”

Galahad clicked his tongue softly and flicked his finger again.

The ice awl shot again—.

This guy swung the axe with aura short. It seemed guarding against the second ice awl. Certainly a guy with fast acquisition.

As expected—.

The axe with aura struck down the ice awl. However, because guarding against the second ice awl the loaded power was small.

Unfortunately this time it was one ice awl.

Instead that much thicker. The loaded power was also twice.

The axe was pushed as is and astonishment rose on the guy’s face. The ice awl that pushed the axe mixed with aura stuck in the guy’s stomach.

Keuk—. A low scream was all.

The knife wind scattered Galahad’s hair.

The pill of pain jumped fiercely.

Then, the gourmets formed a formation. One stood at the lead and two behind, next three formation.

It was a method where the one standing at the lead strikes first and those standing behind alternate and block the magic.

Originally it was a formation to face a group of mages.

It seemed assuming Galahad’s magic is fast.

‘Certainly quite.’

It was not for nothing called mage hunters.

Certainly if an ordinary mage, one would have experienced difficulty.

Unfortunately—.

Galahad was not an ordinary mage.

‘It will be fun.’

Galahad flicked his finger.

Sparks continuously bounced between the fingers.

Tadak, tadak—, with a light sound the spark instantly grew the size.

It was a moment. A stylish lightning flower bloomed.

“Where try splitting even lightning.”

Galahad muttered a joke and flicked his finger.

The stylish lightning flower fully bloomed riding Galahad’s finger.

Sparks stretched as if growing riding the dark night. Like the branches of a flower—.

Even looking at the approaching lightning flower the gourmets did not stop their steps.

The guy standing at the lead raised aura and bravely swung the sword.

At the fully bloomed lightning the guys’ faces looked yellow. What nested in that face was confidence.

The basis of confidence was the aura lingering on their swords.

Originally aura cut magic.

Because there was nothing belief could not cut.

However, now there were several problems.

First, the guys were not natural knights but farmed knights. Their belief was injected.

There was no way the root of injected belief would be deep.

Second, as said earlier Galahad was not an ordinary mage.

Thump!

‘Understood so calm a bit.’

He clicked his tongue at the urging pill of pain.

Then, the sword mixed with aura accurately cut the lightning. Joy rose on the guy’s face.

Amusingly.

“Full bloom.”

Galahad muttered softly.

The split lightning scattered as rough stems.

The branches of the lightning flower split into hundreds and unfolded.

The flashily fully bloomed lightning was despair.

The bunch of gourmets who were running vigorously stopped abruptly. Unresolved lightning roughly fluttered behind them.

The lightning fragments scattered riding the guys illuminated all around.

Astonishment rose on the gourmets’ faces.

In the silence—.

“Hu— refreshing.”

Galahad refreshingly brushed his hair.

Galahad’s eyes were chasing Gilbert.

No, accurately.

‘Mustache demon race.’

Examined the mustache demon race exchanging swords with Gilbert.

****

‘What—’

Mustache demon race, Bell Urtang squinted his eyes.

It was Gilbert who was Adrianne’s close aide. He knew it was a knight with excellent skill.

Because of that he prepared seven retainers.

If seven retainers, he calculated one could sufficiently face.

The situation flowed strangely, and five retainers remained.

Actually even five was sufficient.

From the beginning preparing seven was because of the figure called Galahad.

Yet.

‘Why is it not working?’

Bell Urtang muttered while pulling the sword.

Clearly even now Bell Urtang’s power was stronger than the guy’s aura.

Yet why.

“Knight Gilbert!!”

He could not understand if he himself was being pushed.

Bell Urtang’s authority was stronger than the guy’s aura. Along with that Bell Urtang’s swordsmanship was orthodox swordsmanship.

Naturally it was a match Bell Urtang had to win.

Yet the guy did not collapse at all.

The reason was.

‘The sword is faster than me.’

Gilbert’s sword was subtly faster. Bell Urtang could not understand that.

Why can the guy’s sword be faster than me.

Attack and defense continued quickly.

Soon.

Bell Urtang’s right arm soared into the air. Blood sprayed long. The sword rolled on the floor.

“Bland.”

Gilbert’s sword aimed at Urtang’s neck. Gilbert’s appearance was also not that good. Because of recklessly thrusting armor was cut here and there.

In contrast the eyes were still sharp.

“Why is your sword faster?”

At Urtang’s question Gilbert twisted the sword diagonally.

“You are a smart knight. So the sword is slow.”

Because smart the sword is slow?

Then the reason Gilbert’s sword is fast.....

“Is it that because you are stupid the sword is fast?”

“What? This damn guy.”

At Gilbert getting angry loudly Bell Urtang squinted his eyes.

Wasn’t it words the person himself said just now?

Then, a rough explosion occurred. Hot heat tickled Urtang’s cheek.

Turning his head the gourmets were seen stepping back. Between that Galahad with a messy appearance ran. The hair that was neatly brushed was fully disheveled.

“Sir Gilbert, will you lend that a bit for a moment? There is a place to use urgently.”

Galahad said while brushing his hair. Behind that the approaching gourmets and retainers were seen. It seemed reduced quite a bit, but still this side’s number was more.

The victory was on Urtang’s side.

“Yes, here it is.”

Gilbert handed Urtang. Urtang who was handled exactly like an object squinted his eyes.

Then, Galahad roughly grabbed Urtang’s neck.

How strong the power was breath was blocked— for a moment.

Galahad lifted Urtang high.

And.

“Come, since tried once I believe you will understand quickly. Come! If you move this person’s head will burst.”

Continued the usual polite threat.

At Urtang whose neck was grabbed and shaking the approaching ones stopped abruptly.

Among them several furrowed their eyes. Some adjusted their weapons.

“It is the craziness done earlier! Do not stop!”

“Ah, yes.”

At someone’s shout Galahad whispered softly and grabbed Urtang’s left shoulder.

When tapping the shoulder with a finger with a tok— —.

Rough flames blazed from Urtang’s left shoulder.

At the rough flames that pushed the darkness and the browned smell everyone’s movement stopped.

The fully burned left arm of Urtang fell as is in an instant.

In the heavy silence—.

“Ah, this time it is real.”

Galahad leisurely added the words.

‘What is this.’

Urtang squinted his eyes.

Then, Galahad pulled Urtang close.

Exactly as if observing, Galahad who pulled Urtang right in front—.

Asked while looking at Urtang with sunken eyes.

“Yes, does it still seem like a joke?”

There was not a little smile in that voice.