The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

11. Those who enjoy the festival in the city [ 1 ]

11.

It didn’t take long for the various races gathered in the plaza to gather in one place as many different movements as there were, regardless of age. The scene where humans, elves, orcs, trolls, dwarves, and gnomes were all looking at one place was not that surprising to the saintess. It was similar to the gaze he always received in the cathedral.

However, looking at one place all at once was quite a surprise even for her. The place where she spends most of her time in her cathedral is a large, pure white room filled with her marble, and there is only her saintess, her two keepers, and one who wants to be healed by her. It was a space that was only allowed for the four of us.

So the saintess had no choice but to be admired by this huge crowd. The fact that she saw one of the five knights of the Central Continent as her real life, if not only that, was enough to make her admire her. Following one white horse, a total of thirty white horses followed in line with five. The sight of thirty-one white horses moving so orderly was truly spectacular, objectively.

The saintess couldn’t take her eyes off her. Her eyes widened to the limit, her figure wide open so that even if something went in her mouth, it was sure that anyone seeing her for the first time would realize what emotion she was expressing.

It was hard to keep an eye on Zerpied as well. Even Zerpied, who had seen numerous knights and pierced their necks, could not easily take his eyes off the knights’ armor.

The appearance itself was not so unique. It was typical Milanese armor, large and riveted from cooter and foldrun. What caught Zerpied’s attention was not the appearance, but the color scheme of the armor. The upper part of the body emitted a pure white color so strong that the sun’s rays did not dare to penetrate and bounced off. However, the lower part of the body was a dark brown color that could not be found at all pure white.

The moment he saw the contrasting color matching, Jer Pied nodded his head. The method of color matching was the same as the method of the crest engraved on the Parma of the guards who guided them today. After realizing this, the Death Knight quietly exclaimed inwardly. Naturally, he wasn’t impressed that the color scheme of the crest and armor were the same.

The armor was excellently tailored to Diervan’s situation. Due to the nature of the northern regions where there is a lot of snow, it was easy for the snow to freeze and accumulate on trees and rocks. Also, due to the geographical feature of being a plain, the land was full of rough soil. Rephadam forest, which is almost the only one in this area with abundant vegetation, was suitable for a coniferous forest, and one of its trunks far exceeded the height of the knights.

Armor had the function of camouflage as well as its original function of defense. In addition, the effect of proving that they belong to Diervan’s knights. It was a very reasonable method, Death Knight thought.

At that time, the foremost knight approaching the center of the plaza stopped his white horse.

Zerpied stared blankly at the leader of the Snow Knights. It wasn’t too hard for him to know that he was the general manager. Apart from being at the forefront, he was the only one wearing pure white armor and was the only one wearing a cellit, not a barbuta.

The face of the leader wearing even a beaver was not visible. Only the elegant curves of the Milanese armor made it clear that the leader was a woman.

When the leader, about three cubits away from the other white horses, stopped his horse, all the knights following him stopped their horses at the same time.

-Fuck!

It was impossible to hide the majesty of dozens of white horses striking the stone floor with their hooves. In line with that majestic sound, the leader of the Knights of Manseol raised the rapier he was wearing high into the sky. At the same time, dozens of knights drew their swords and stabbed them into the sky.

– Chiing!

That sharp blade cuts through sunlight. Under the sharp blade, sunlight trickled down from the pierced area, expressing surrender. The knights of Manseol took the evidence of surrender into their hearts and decorated themselves.

It was brilliant.

The Knights of Manseol, who revealed themselves with brilliance, all bowed their heads toward the crowd in the plaza. The knight commander was the only one who did not lower his head and carefully scanned the crowd. To Zerfied, who had only seen knights charging at him so far, that appearance was quite refreshing. He surveyed his knights, unable to hide his curiosity.

Perhaps it was only natural for him to make eye contact with the knight commander who was scanning the crowd. The knight commander was examining each and every one of the crowd. He immediately noticed the gaze, but the Templar Commander was finishing his inspection and was preparing to bow his head toward the crowd like the rest of the Templar.

It was only after the Knights of Snow showed solemn courtesy to the crowd that they began to go back the way they had come, clad in their original grandeur. Death Knight calmly followed the procession with his gaze. He could see the outline of a large building at the end of the road through which the Knights galloped. It must be the building where the knights stay, he guessed. When I finished guessing, I heard a whistle somewhere.

The whistling sound did not come from only one place. Feverish whistles and low shouts of words erupted from all over the crowd. The raging feelings that had been tied under the rope of courtesy were finally beginning to show themselves.

The little ones did more than that. When the knights announced their return, they had to hold their parents’ hands tightly and wiggle their toes and fingers to suppress their emotions. When the knights, who should be polite, disappeared, they walked around the square as if they had waited and played pretending to be knights. .

The children’s pure way of expression was not inferior to orcs and trolls, who are known for expressing their emotions directly. In addition, Celia represents the emotions of the children, befitting her epithet of a saint of innocence, and she is proudly occupying a part of the Knights imitation game.

Seeing where he got it from, holding a twig in his hand and stretching it like a rapier, Death Knight let out a deep sigh, realizing that he had not been able to protect Lady’s spirit from the clutches of the Five Knights of the Central Continent, who had now disappeared from sight. Had to be swallowed

Fortunately, it would be that Zittenleef and Fei, who were by his side, also lost their minds at the hands of the Manseol Knights.

Unexpectedly, it was Zitten Reef who recovered his mind first. Faydo was still staring at the place where the knights had disappeared with eyes full of emotion, like a troll who values force like an orc.

“… Uh? Miss Gemini, where have you been? Weren’t you here a while ago?”

Zerpied replied, trying to look as far into the square as possible.

“…… I heard that you are coming after looking around the plaza for a while.”

–

“This is the inn you will be staying in.”

Faydo handed over the key and said to Zerfied. Zerfied calmly accepted the key.

“I chose this inn as a relatively affordable ryokan. It will be fine for a few days stay. Then… Enjoy the festivities until your permit is issued. If it is issued, I will come back to let you know.”

“Can we participate in the festival too?”

“Of course, Miss Gemini.”

Faydo smiled softly, revealing his sharp teeth.

“If you just enjoy it.”

The last words he said in a whisper were definitely not about the saintess. Instead of speaking, Zerfied gave a light bow. The trolls and elves also responded with smiling nods. Ecilia eagerly waved at them, as if she hadn’t heard the last polite warning.

When Zerfied turned his head, the saintess was no longer attracted to the knights, but to a very neat three-story oak wooden inn. The Death Knight vowed to rescue her spirit this time.

“Huh! It’s so comfortable….”

The saintess threw her body onto her cozy bed, blinked her eyes as if she was about to fall asleep, then jumped up and shouted at Zer Pied.

“No! Now is not the time to sleep! Driver, let’s go see our festival!”

Zerpied, who was standing by the window looking at the city view, gave a momentary look of bewilderment, then immediately withdrew his gaze.

“… How about taking a break Until she came to The Ervan, she pushed herself pretty hard.”

“No, it’s a festival! Festival! How can I rest!”

Death Knight finally had to let her saintess wake up to her current reality. He wondered if something had gone wrong.

“… Ecilia, we are being pursued. I don’t have time to watch the festival leisurely. We must quickly get the supplies we need and move on to our next destination.”

At those words, the saintess almost had a tear-stained expression on her face.

“Ha, but there are no religious facilities here….”

As her saintess said, Ervan could not find any religious facilities. Due to the geographical feature of being the northernmost point, and the frequent appearance of dangerous creatures, the Knights of Manseol have established themselves as a strong ruling power, and now Diervan is the only city where religious facilities cannot enter. For this reason, you can find more councilors than priests in Diervan.

But Zerfied decided that it was not a reason to enjoy the festival. Because it was a pursuit team, it wasn’t impossible to come. He tried to shake his head slowly. Seeing the movement, the saintess’ words continued quickly.

“That, and! We don’t even have permits, so we can’t even go out of town! I can’t even go out, so what can I do if I don’t enjoy the festival… Mmm, I’ll look around a little bit in my spare time while buying things…. Yes… ?”

… It was a reasonable thing to say. As long as they can’t go outside the city, there’s nothing allowed for them other than the current festival. Zer Pied had to give his nod in the end, albeit reluctantly. Since the Death Knight met her saintess, she could see her most delighted expression.

And not long after visiting the festival, the saintess had to make an expression that was exactly the opposite of the inside of her inn.