The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

18. Asmodian, Drow

18.

Escelia felt her body freeze as she watched the escort knight rush towards her.

She suddenly changed her direction and charged herself with her Partisan, the Zer Pied was nothing short of terrifying. The fearsome rush of Partisans stopped right in front of her.

Her overwhelming shock made her barely able to let out a scream, and it was Dirk’s blade coldly clinging to the nape of her neck. The saintess, unable to completely recover from her momentary shock, realized after a while that the blade of Zerpe Ed was pointing at her back, not her.

Zer Pied slowly raised the blade of her spear to the sky.

“A wise choice.”

A slow, hoarse voice flowed from behind Esilia. The saintess lifted her head and glanced behind her. A slender man was aiming a dirk from behind her. Dark black skin. The saintess immediately knew who the man was. There is only one race on the whole continent that has dark skin.

It was

Evil, DrowDrow.

The draw man swallowed slowly. In this cold forest, he must have felt sweaty. He didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if he had taken Dirk slowly to the woman in front of him just a little longer. He gestured behind him, trying to calm the goose bumps running through his body.

Following his gestures, the hidden drows appeared. Consisting of four men and four women, they all had tense expressions on their faces. They slowly began to surround Zerfied.

Zerpied didn’t even look at the eight drows surrounding him. His eyes were fixed only on the man aiming a dagger at Esilia. Zerfied studied the man carefully. He soon understood why he hadn’t noticed the man’s presence.

“A priest of Horpa, the god of courage.”

That was also a fairly high-ranking priest. He stared at the man’s stigmatized wrist. As if proving that he was a high-ranking priest, a fairly bright light shimmered in the stigma, although not as bright as the saintess. Hearing the saintess’ words, she immediately moved her surprised gaze to the man’s wrist. Seeing the stigma on her wrist, Escelia bit her lower lip. A man’s voice continued behind the saintess.

“Oh, you recognize it at once? Have you sold some theology? I thought you wouldn’t know this because you’re a nobleman in iron clothes.”

The man’s tone seemed relaxed, but he was slightly trembling. At the man’s words, Ecilia muttered quietly.

“…… I heard that the demons are proud of their own strength, but they seem to be strong even in such a cowardly surprise attack, right? Especially if the god of courage you believe in knows about it. What an extraordinary way to prove your bravery with a surprise attack.”

There was a hint of anger in her voice. It was her voice filled with the wrath of her saintess, which she had never heard before, so Zer Pied swallowed her surprise and had to speak to her.

“Do not provoke.”

Immediately the man agreed with Zerfied’s words.

“Right, lady. I hope you don’t forget what kind of situation the lady is in right now.”

“Huh… !”

Cilia hurriedly swallowed her breath as Dirk’s blade drew closer. The demon man laughed and stopped the blade at close range.

“I’m sorry, but there is a bit of a gap in what the lady said. As the lady said, I follow the god of courage. If I were a horpa, I wouldn’t like an idiot who doesn’t know the difference between courage and resilience and runs at a monster.”

“… Monster?”

Zerpied muttered questionably.

“Then you are a monster, so what? Killing a group of ten Briccolakas at once, or blasting the heads of three Wendigos in a row with your shield is a monster or what do you call it?”

The man stuck out his tongue as if it were ridiculous.

“Did you spy on us?”

She couldn’t understand how that was possible, even though she was always on the lookout for Zer Pied. But she immediately realized that it was a pointless question. She is a high-ranking priest whom she did not recognize until she got close to the saintess. It was natural that she couldn’t perceive them since she watched them from a farther distance.

The draw man shrugged his shoulders.

“If you throw away your spear and shield, I will tell you.”

Zerpied sighed. His sigh was accompanied by a wild stamp of his foot, and he was drowned out by the terrifying sound that shook the forest. Beyond where they are, a group of black Saikoo kick off the branches of a pine tree and fly up in surprise. Unlike the crows, the faces of the nine demons, who had to be heard in close proximity, hardened.

Zerpied nervously put the kite shield and partizan to the ground. Her movements were full of anger, just like the saintess’s. That anger was against Zerfied himself. He shouldn’t have done that.

He couldn’t afford to float around stupidly lost in his old memories. The most important thing is the current contract, but he was instantly absorbed in facing old memories for a moment. He was angry at his stupidity.

The Drow man who saw him lowering his shield and spear to the ground beckoned to his comrades who surrounded the Death Knight. The four pairs of men and women picked up their shields and spears with nervous faces. The Death Knight’s gaze was still fixed on the man behind Esilia. The motionless gaze made the drow man feel as if his body gave him goosebumps again.

“Good job, knight. Were you wondering if we were spying on you? I’ll tell you as we go.”

–

It was a deep forest casting a thick shadow, but if anyone saw them, they would have had no choice but to pay attention. Leading them through the forest in single file was a drow man and a tiny human woman walking together.

Because of the nature of the draw, he has dark skin, so the combination with a woman with pure white skin was embarrassing. Not only because of their skin color, but also because of the significant difference in body size between the two. The biggest reason, of course, was that the man was pointing a dagger at the woman.

A man wearing armor was walking in the middle of the procession. In front of and behind him were both male and female drow. He was the one who drew the most attention even though he was located in the middle of the procession. Even if you bring the tallest among the people in front and behind, you will only be able to place it near his chest.

Every time he opened his mouth, everyone in the drow except for the man in front stiffened up. It even looked pathetic. Especially since all of those draws had strong, muscular bodies.

“It seems like a lot of time has passed for walking, but he’s going to take us somewhere. No, why did you surprise us in the first place? And it looks like you still haven’t heard the answer to the question from our first meeting.”

“Be patient a little longer, we are almost there. You’ll find out when you arrive. And, damn it. Yes i watched I watched it two days ago. You’re probably the only ones walking so openly in Rephaim Forest.

When Wendigos attack, you have to hide or lure them in and attack them. . The smell of blood makes me twitch even more, but don’t they just swipe away…. What kind of simple, ignorant methods are there?”

The leading drow man thought of the scene where Zer Peed shattered the head of a charging Wendigo with a single blow, then smelled the blood and dealt with the two Wendigo heads in the same way casually. And hit her in disgust. Unlike his appearance in , His tone was quite relaxed. Maybe it’s because he’s confident that he’s holding hostages.

Essilia, in her hostage position, glared at the drow man, but her eyes soon caught on astonishment. He was not empty when he said that he was almost there, as the man said. The forest that had been casting deep shadows came to an end as if the curtains were being lifted, as if the illusions that had covered the vision were receding. Like a lie

And lies are there to hide something. Soon, what the forest had been hiding revealed itself.

It was an ancient relief carved out of grandeur. The rough and delicately carved reliefs by the unfathomable depth of time kept intact the touch of time that touched them in each and every scratch.

It was a gigantic temple that contained an amount of time that I dare not count. The temple stood as if leaning against a sheer cliff. It really looked like a relief carved into a cliff.

Cilia still couldn’t stop the surprise in her eyes. It was the first time she saw that it was a temple, and she was not surprised. She was a saint, and she was more familiar with things related to theology than anyone else. The reason she was surprised was that the temple had never been seen before. And at Zerpied’s words that followed, the saintess should have felt even deeper surprise.

“It’s a demon shrine.”

“What? Do you know this too? Amazing Mugol knows this too. Even if she studied theology, it would be difficult for her to know this.”

The man holding Celia hostage expressed surprise. It was similar to what he said in , But there was no sarcasm in his words now, unlike then. It was pure surprise. Similar emotions passed across the faces of the other demons.

Seeing the temple getting closer, Esilia could tell that they were trying to enter the temple. Before entering for the first time, her body tensed up.

Most races do not believe in demons because unlike the holy spirits, their nature is geared towards destruction. In order to preserve my body, I need the power to heal, not the power to destroy.

Because of that, those who believe in them are limited. Drow who seek strength, and few of other races follow them. This is the reason why Drow are often called demons rather than the original race name.

Because believers are limited, incoming information is also limited. Ecilia thought it was a rumor, but it was hard to keep the rumors about her demonic human sacrifices, which she had heard as a child, from being combined with her own rich imagination.

The interior of the temple is simple, unlike its huge scale. Except for the large mural in the center and a simple foundation placed under it, the interior was so close to a common space that one would mistakenly believe it was a common space.

Cilia passed by a mural depicting a tall, muscular man with one arm on fire and followed her demons through the door prepared in the corner. Upon entering the door, a wall of rugged rocks appeared, not a straight wall of a temple. She knew that she had entered the interior of the cliff.

Torches were mounted on both walls and shimmering. Eccilia felt a growing tension spread through her body. Perhaps because of the tension, she felt that she had been listening for quite a long time.

It was an instant that the interior expanded. They were located in a cavity larger than the temple. The cavity was circular, and the edges were divided into steps like stairs. There were dozens of demons standing on each floor. A considerable number of demons, totaling approximately hundreds of people, were only watching them.

In the center of the cavity, there was a chair placed on a high platform like a throne. Leaning against the long backrest, a demonic woman stared at them as if glaring at them. The demon woman, with her wavy long hair, muttered in a languid voice, brushing her lips once with her tongue.

“Hello? A girl you’re seeing for the first time? And… Come on. Zerpied Lim Sedbaigal. You fucking bastard.”