How to Live as the Vampire Lord - Chapter 82
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Boom!
βUagh!β
The knight in the cylindrical armor was knocked back after being tackled by Eugene. He fell in the water without even getting a chance to swing his sword.
βSir Valzak!β The other knights shouted. They quickly unsheathed their own swords and shields after watching Valzak drop to the water.
Shiing!
The battle axe was a heavy weapon intended to be used with both hands. But Eugene held one in each hand and swung with a tremendous force.
Booom! Clang!
βArgh!β
A single blow was sufficient to completely shatter a shield and a knight was forced back with a broken arm. The knight standing next to him attempted to deflect Eugeneβs blow with his own sword, but failed and lost his blade in the face of the monstrous force. Yet after all these, Eugene did not stop.
He continued forward while rotating his body. Eugeneβs cloak fluttered in the wind as the sharp edges of the axes whistled eerily while cutting through the air. It was like the descent of a black tornado.
Shuuuack! Boom!
As one of Eugeneβs battle axes struck the thick chest plate of one of the knights, he let go of the handle.
βKuagh!β
Thanks to the thick armor, the blade did not penetrate the body, but the knight was flung back several meters after receiving a blow that contained unimaginable power.
Boom!
ββ¦!β
There was only one knight remaining. He stood with his jaws agape, remaining motionless with shock and fear. In just a few seconds, three knights had been defeated without even getting a chance to retaliate. Moreover, they had been propelled backward regardless of whether they had blocked the axes or not.
Eugene glanced at the remaining knight while loosely holding the remaining battle axe in his hand.
βHeup!β The knight gasped and flinched involuntarily.
βAre you coming?β Eugene said.
The knight shook his head madly.
βSir Valzak! Sir Valzak!β
βSir Valzak fell into the water!β
Soon, the people of the castle began rushing over.
βLetβs go,β Eugene muttered.
βYes, master!β Luke answered as Eugene once again climbed on Silionβs saddle. The two men started to leisurely cross the bridge.
ββ¦!β
Was it a hallucination? Eugene blinked hard several times and even rubbed his eyes before narrowing his eyes and staring with disbelief. Among a group of troops armed with chainmail, there were three knights with silver plate armors and blue surcoats. One of the knights was descending from a dazzling white horse, and his face was one that Eugene would never forget.
βJung Dirchtβ¦?β
The arrogant face of the holy knight fully occupied Eugeneβs line of sight. It was him, the one who had been responsible for Eugeneβs death in his previous life.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew down the river and over the bridge.
Eugeneβs eyes glowed a strong crimson as his black hair fluttered in the wind. The memories of his past life were running rampant in his head.
He could vividly recall the feeling of the silver sword digging into his flesh.
Eugeneβs breathing quickened as he recalled the holy knight mockingly laughing at him when he had been desperately crying out.
βShould I kill him?β
The unfathomable anger and killing intent imprinted on his soul began to surface, but Eugene quickly caught his breath and put his murderous will to rest.
Eugene had known that he would one day face the holy knight, but his emotions had almost gotten the best of him after seeing the knightβs face in person. Sadly, he could not kill Jung Dircht in Count Winslonβs castle.
Unlike in his previous life, Jung Dircht had no idea who Eugene was, and if he openly killed a young, acclaimed holy knight, he would face harsh backlash, especially since Jung Dircht was adored by the high-ranking members of the church.
But this didnβt mean that Eugene wouldnβt do anything. The fact remained that Dircht had killed him in his previous life. Eugene had no intentions of showing any mercy just because the two werenβt acquainted in this life. Eugene had no reason to do so. It didnβt matter if Jung Dirch would feel unjustified.
βI will definitely get the chance.β
Eugene wasnβt only stronger compared to his previous life.
Discipline and patience.
Having learned these two important virtues, Eugene managed to control his anger and turned back from the bridge.
βLetβs go back,β Eugene said.
The spirit of desire became furious and started running wild.
βKieeek!? Why arenβt you going into the castle!? Sir!? Sir!?β Although Mirian had traveled to many places after signing a contract with Eugene, it was the first time she had seen such a large, magnificent castle. She was strongly convinced that Eugene needed a castle just as big and magnificent as this when he became the demon king.
βOr we can take it away by force! Kekeke!β
She had been having such exciting, insidious imaginations after seeing the castle, but what was happening?
βLetβs gooo. Pwease? Hmm? Donβt you have to take the recommendation and meet the count?β Mirian begged.
ββ¦β
However, Eugene remained silent as he crossed the bridge back to the village.
βIβ¦ Kiek!β Mirian started to beg again, then she suddenly squeaked with trembling wings. Eugeneβs eyes were gleaming coldly, and his lips were tightly closed.
βThis is a very serious situation! I need to stay quiet at times like these.β
The spirit had gained the ability the gauge Eugeneβs condition after several incidents, which involved her getting battered after failing to acknowledge the atmosphere. She quietly folded her wings and entered the leather pocket voluntarily.
βMaster. With all due respect, could I ask you a question?β Luke said carefully.
βAll right,β Eugene answered.
βThe articles who were at the castle gate earlier. I donβt know if I am mistaken, but the symbol on their surcoatsβ¦β Luke said.
βYou werenβt mistaken. They were indeed holy knights.β Eugene answered.
βAh. I see.β Luke nodded. He had also seen paladins, who were associated with various monasteries, but this was the first time he actually witnessed holy knights, those who were known as the Constellation of Blood (Pentagonal Start). They represented the central churchβs force.
Even others who walked the path of the blade could feel the difference and distance between themselves and the holy knights.
Moreover, as a man born in Brantia, Luke hated the holy knights.
βAs expected, master is a man of true faith. Iβm certain that he felt disgusted by those holy knights β those mindless pawns for the rotten cardinals and the bishops who declare their faiths only on the surface.β
The cardinals and bishops of the continentβs church declared the lords of Brantia as pagans, which resulted in an invasion that turned Luke into a slave. As such, since those bishops and cardinals caused Luke to be enslaved, his loyalty toward Eugene grew more intense as a result of their conversation, albeit for slightly wrong reasons. Eugeneβs reaction to seeing Jung Dircht also led to an unexpected chain of reactions from others.
***
βEugene? Have you heard of it?β
βNever. Is it a family based in one of those shabby villages?β
βThe name sounds like it should be based off the empire.β
Knights conversed with each other while wiping off their sweat. They had just finished their training.
βSo, one died and two were defeated? Who died?β
βIt was Sir Valzak, master.β
βAnd who was that? Ah, the country boy with the beer barrel for armor?β
Hahahaha!
The knights burst into laughter while recalling Valzalkβs cylindrical armor. However, the only witness of the confrontation, an aide, could not join in.
βSir Valzak flew about five meters into the air and drowned in the river.β The aide reported solemnly.
β…β
The sounds of the laughter immediately trailed off. The knight had been blown away several meters even though he had been equipped in heavy armor?
βThere were three more, sirs, and one of them suffered a broken arm and his shield was smashed. One of the others had the blade of his longsword broken into two and an axe was embedded into his chest. The impact also cracked his ribs.β The aide continued.
βHmm. It seems he possesses formidable strength, but itβs not very difficult to deal with one or two country bumpkin knights, is it?β One of the knights muttered.
βThatβs right. They were loitering around the bridge because there werenβt any spots in the castle anyway. They were merely free knights who were dime for a dozen. They were even worse than some of the mercenary captains out there.β Another knight responded.
Although they were slightly surprised, the knights appeared quite calm and leisurely.
βSirs. Sir Eugene dealt with all three knights simultaneously,β the aide carefully said.
ββ¦!β
The knights flinched. Even though all of them were quite confident in their skills, dealing with three knights simultaneously was not an easy task by any means.
βHow long did it take? He must have traded more than ten blows with each knight, right?β
βThe knight named Eugene must have suffered quite a few injuries as well.β
βHe may have the skills, but he is quite narrow-minded and short-tempered. To think he would let himself become injured with only two days left until the competition.β
The knights responded.
βIt took less than 10 seconds,β the aide said.
βWhat!? Is that true?β The knights took on shocked expressions after hearing the response.
βYes, itβs true. Sir Eugene wasnβt injured at all. There wasnβt even a single scratch on his armor,β the aide continued.
ββ¦β
A heavy silence befell the knights.
After a while, one of the knights said to the aide with a stiff expression. βSo, where is this Sir Eugene now? The outer castle? The annex? Not the main castle, right?β
βNo way! How could that be? Iβve never even heard of his family before.β
Many of the knights entering Winslon Castle were taken in on a first-come, first-served basis, but the knight without any connections took their residence in the outer castle. Those gathered here, in the annex, were quite famous in their respective regions or were knights serving lords with titles.
Those who could stay in the main castle were knights who were also real nobles. Those residing in the main castle were quite diverse in nature as well. Most of them were titled nobles, and there were even rumors that holy knights were participating as well.
βI should build up a relationship with him once he arrives at the annex.β
βGood idea. Everyone will be competing with each other in the swordsmanship and the jousting competitions, but it will be better to have even one additional strong knight in the mock battle.β
βWhat if those from Antinori snatch him away first? Where did you say Sir Eugene came from?β
The knights started to ask a variety of questions. The aide took on an awkward expression and answered with an expression of disbelief, βWellβ¦ He simplyβ¦returned.β
βWhat?β They responded.
βIβm not entirely certain, but it appeared as if he was returning to the campground outside the castle walls where the free knights were assigned.β The aide said.
A surprising rumor began to spread throughout the castle β that a knight strong enough to cause a huge commotion did not enter the castle but instead chose to reside outside the walls.
Naturally, it also entered the ears of Count Winslon, the owner of the castle.
***
Eugene set up a temporary residence in a remote place located outside the castle walls in the campground. It was a place established by the free knights who came to participate in the knight competition.
He set up a tent with the leather he purchased from the village, and he placed a chair and two small beds inside. It was quite decent in Eugeneβs eyes. But since he couldnβt leave Silion, a pedigree horse, unattended, he brought Silion and Lukeβs horse into the tent as well.
βI feel sorry about that time as well.β
Neigh!
Silion whined as if pleased with Eugeneβs touch.
βHowever, thereβs nothing I can do about it if we encounter a similar situation.β
βYes, good boy.β
Eugene laughed coldly, recalling the time when he used Silion as bait to lure the griffons. He felt as if Silion had trembled momentarily, but he brushed it off as an illusion.
βKieeeβ¦ You should have headed into the castle and disregarded those holy knights. It doesnβt make sense for your precious self to stay in such a shabby place. This is absurd,β Mirian said.
Something seemed rather strange about the greedy spiritβs expression, but Eugene completely ignored her. In the first place, Eugene didnβt like being served by maids and servants in a spacious, large space. As such, he didnβt feel inconvenienced at all.
In addition, Luke was quick-witted and did his best to make Eugeneβs stay much more comfortable.
βHmm. Should I take Luke as an aide?β
Eugene contemplated the thought. There was no law that stated that a knight could only take in a single aide. However, unlike Felid, Luke would be accompanying him for a long time. Eugeneβs identity as a vampire could be exposed if he made Luke an official aide.
βThen I would have to kill him.β
Although Luke was quite useful, he was different from Galfredik or Romari. It was still early to entrust him with the truth, and as such, killing him would be the best choice if he were to ever find out the truth.
However, Eugene didnβt want to kill Luke. It was because he was quite fond of the slave.
βIβll have to wait and see.β
Suddenly, the outside became rather noisy.
βI will check it out, master,β Luke said before hurriedly exiting the tent. A shortsword was hanging from his belt. In less than ten seconds, Luke came rushing back in and spoke. βMaster, I think you should come out.β
βHmm? What is it?β Eugene answered.
βYou have a guest. Itβsβ¦β Luke answered with urgency. It was rather uncommon for Luke to become flustered. As such, Eugene frowned before exiting the tent.
βIsnβt that Count Winslonβs knight?β
βThatβs true. But why is he here? Did he come to see that man?β
βI caught a glimpse of him earlier. His armor and equipment looked very expensive. But other than that, he didnβt look all that special.β
Eugene stood still and gazed at a knight slowly walking towards him while listening to the murmurs of the free knights. The newcomer had his helmet pressed down low.
Upon recognizing the identity of the approaching knight, Eugeneβs eyes filled with astonishment. The knight took off his helmet and spoke with a smile after seeing Eugeneβs expression. βYou have very good eyes, Sir Eugene.β
The knight spoke with a refreshing smile. It was the guard that Eugene met early at the gate, Lanslo Drak.