The Guild Master of Demon Hunters that the Empire is Obsessed With

21 – Quite suspicious boss employee (6)

The outfit is too consistent for a group of robbers.

Those bandits look like beggars if they put their weapons down.

But whether it’s a group of robbers or not, I don’t mind eight people wearing black cloaks running this way.

Since we have a wagon and we can’t run any faster, we’re going to catch up sooner or later, so I’ll have to go out to meet them first.

“Celestine. Come forward and protect the wagon. I will find out what they are up to.”

“Leonard, be careful. That doesn’t look like an ordinary robber.”

Patrick said as he sat in the coachman’s seat and picked up the horses.

“Perhaps he was sent by a competitor of ours, with the purpose of sabotaging our superior’s establishment of a branch in the principality.”

It’s a common occurrence in the chaotic dark fantasy .

“Okay, Celestine. Take good care of the wagon.”

“Can you do it alone?”

“Eight people is no problem.”

I sent the carriage and Celestine, turned the horse and ran to the rear.

The riders continue to run this way in the same formation as before.

As I got a little closer to the riders, suddenly one of them pulled out a crossbow and aimed it at me.

Oh, attack.

If you reveal your intentions first like that, it’s comfortable for me.

I tilted my head slightly to avoid the flying Quarrel and sprayed my hand in my arms.

The two riders in the lead jumped backwards at the dagger that flew out of their hands.

The riders hurriedly turned the reins to avoid their comrades suddenly falling to the ground.

I jumped into the chaos and pulled out the Nightrend.

He cut off the side of the first guy he encountered and cut off the head of the rider who followed him, starting with his chin.

If a running horse falls over and falls off, death is almost certain.

The rider, driven to the ground with the horse, snapped his neck completely and died instantly.

“Never mind him! Chase the wagon!”

As the captain-looking fellow shouted, the riders passed me and started speeding toward the wagon.

I can’t do that! Unless you pay for my request!

I threw the noose of the tactical belt and pulled down the neck of the guy at the back of the ranks with all my might.

A terrible sound was heard as a horse trampled past the man who had fallen to the ground, breaking his bones.

Two on the dagger, two on the Nightrend, one on the lasso.

When there were only three of the eight remaining, they urged their words even more and cursed.

“Run fast! Just kill that bastard!”

As they gradually increased their distance, I groped around to see if there were more weapons I could throw at them.

I had about three daggers, but I think it would be difficult to match the backs of those who run in the same direction and are faster than me.

Then I’ll have to catch up while Celestine defends the wagon.

“Celestine! Put up a shield! Protect the wagon!”

As I screamed, Celestine, who was running alongside the wagon, turned around.

However, Celestine did not use her divine power and continued to run along with the carriage.

Why is that idiot doing that all of a sudden?!

Are you scared?

“Celestine!”

Then suddenly the horses running in front of me fell to the ground and the riders were thrown high into the sky.

“Secretary General! Run!”

Celestine shouted as she emitted golden divine power from both hands.

Looking ahead, in the middle of the road, there were long divine shields erected to the left and right, about as high as a person’s knee.

As soon as he hurriedly took the reins, the horse raised its front legs and jumped over the divine barrier.

I was wondering why you didn’t put up a shield, so you changed the form like that and made the horses trip?

That Celestine… I do a little more than I thought… ?

The riders flew high into the sky and crashed into the ground one after another with a terrifying roar.

As I swung the Nightrend at the guy falling right next to me, his back broke and his upper and lower bodies separated and he rolled on the floor.

The other guy who fell in front of him just stomped past with his horse’s hooves.

Patrick brought the wagon to a sudden stop, pulled out his greatsword, and jumped down, slicing the other guy in the neck.

I carefully observed the way he handled the greatsword.

He is good at cutting and has no objection to picking people off.

I decided to leave the confirmation kill to Patrick and approached Celestine.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s okay. What about the secretary?”

“I’m fine too. But you’re amazing. You know how to think like that.”

“A cleric with a Halo should be able to do basic things like that.”

That was a great answer.

“Well done. Very good.”

“Thank you…”

After receiving the compliment, Celestine shook his head with a small smile.

Then he lifted his eyes slightly, looked at me, smiled again, and lowered his head even more.

It’s cute.

In the meantime, Patrick, who had definitely stopped everyone’s breath, rummaged through his body.

They didn’t appear to be looking for money or valuables, but rather to establish the exact identity of the pursuers.

“These are thorough. There are no markings.”

“If it’s a competitor, as Mr. Patrick said, he won’t be caught off guard.”

Patrick smiled as he wiped his bloody hands with a handkerchief.

“By the way, Mr. Leonard, you’re amazing. You can kill five people in the blink of an eye.”

“You’re lucky. They’re only after Mr. Patrick.”

“That’s right. The Empire chased me all the way here to kill me in the first place.”

“But, are these people really from a competitor?”

“That’s what I think. They’re the only ones who would want to kill me. And even if they’re not pursuers, they’ve attacked first. They’re obviously hostile to us.”

“That’s right. Then I’ll keep going. I’ll be in trouble if I hang around here and run into border guards.”

I decided to leave the body alone.

This is the border area of the empire.

The body is a common place.

* * * * *

Perhaps it was because he had annihilated the pursuers, Patrick took a deep breath as he drove the wagon much more leisurely than before.

“Ah, it seems like I can smell grapes from somewhere.”

“Well, I’m not sure.”

Celestine sniffed him and tilted her head.

“That’s what it says, Miss Celestine. Look around you right now. It seems you’re already in the middle of the Duchy’s vineyards, don’t you?”

Although there was still a long way to go to the border of the principality, he wasn’t wrong.

The dreary scenery unique to the Grand Test Empire was slowly fading and the fresh colors of late summer were taking its place.

If we keep going like this, the hills will appear one by one at sunset, and the endless vineyards that the principality is proud of will spread out.

“But isn’t it about time for lunch?”

As Patrick said, Celestine looked at me.

“Secretary, what shall we do?”

“It’s a little bit like stopping here to eat, but we keep moving and breaking bread. It’s not too late to have a proper meal once we get to Sule.”

“Is that so? Great.”

Patrick nodded coolly, then took out a loaf of bread and handed it to us one by one.

After receiving the bread, Celestine tore it up with a smile and shoved it into her mouth.

“Is it delicious?”

“So delicious.”

Celestine, who had been enjoying the bread for a while, drove her horse close to me while sucking her finger.

“Secretary.”

“Why?”

“Is that client really a company employee?”

Celestine whispered low so Patrick couldn’t hear.

Oh look at this.

Are you noticing something strange in your own way?

Shall we listen to what this foolish saintess is guessing?

“Why do you think so?”

“It’s like the one I gave you this morning, and the bread is so delicious. Could it be that you’re not an employee of your boss, but a baker?”

Oh, Celestine…. Well then….

“If you were a baker, could you tell me something? How about setting up a bakery near our guild?”

“hahahaha. Okay, would you like some more bread?”

“Good.”

“Patrick, I’m sorry, but do you have some more bread? Our guild members seem to have liked it.”

Patrick took a fresh loaf of bread out of the bag.

Seeing that, I was curious as to how much bread was in that bag.

Celestine, who was handed the bread, stuffed it into her mouth.

Seeing that reminded me of the last time I drank three glasses of wine.

“Celestine. But I personally have a question.”

“Meng Ae-young? (What is it?)”

Celestine answered with an unclear pronunciation as she ate the bread.

“In abstinence sects, don’t appetites fall into the category of needs that should be restricted?”

Celestine chewed down the bread and answered.

“You are no longer a member of a sect.”

“Oh, yes. It is.”

“I starved a lot in the sect, so now I’m going to eat whatever I want.”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I asked something stupid.”

But considering starving, the state of development is….

Involuntarily, my eyes went to Celestine’s chest.

I don’t think there will be any clothes that will fit if you grow up there.

Sensing my gaze, Celestine suddenly rummaged through her bag hanging from the saddle.

After that, why not take out the cloth bag and check if the contents are well?

No, really, what’s in there?

“What’s in it?”

“No!”

Celestine squealed without hesitation.

“What’s up?”

Asked Patrick in the driver’s seat, laughing and shaking her head.

“No. Nothing.”

Meanwhile, Celestine shoved her cloth pouch back into her bag.

I guess that’s it, judging from how he reacted so violently.