How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Contrary to the bishop’s worries, such a big problem did not occur. The other families of the city also did not expect the bishop to act so recklessly.

“Has Bishop Biagione gone mad? Doing such a thing in this situation?”

“No, it must be that he’s cornered. He’s really filled with venom.”

“Just to not lose the bishop’s position, huh? Really.”

“What are you talking about. . . my knights have been captured! Not only that, knights of the Orlon family have been captured too! We must go to the bishop right away and protest strongly!”

“Even if we go and protest, will he listen? He has nothing to lose.”

Shaking in fear of losing the bishop’s position might be one thing, but having caused such trouble, it was as if he had declared, ‘𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.’

Such a person would not release the prisoners and ask for reconciliation.

Honestly, it was surprising. That greedy character was prepared to give up the bishop’s position.

“Let’s accuse him! In the name of the Council!”

“If it goes to trial, it will just become more troublesome.”

Families belonging to the council coveted Bishop Biagione’s position, but that was only due to the situation.

Biagione’s accumulated misdeeds had become so severe that even the religious order could not ignore them. This was separate from the city’s trial.

The bishop had his own family and gold to spread as bribes. There was no guarantee of winning even if it went to trial.

“So, should we just leave it alone?”

Council noble, Gareld, asked incredulously. Gareld, a noble from the Empire, had several knights under his influence through his connections. They had been captured one after another.

“Anyway, hearing from the religious order, it seems the bishop will lose his position. Why bother him when he will lose his bishop position and step down on his own? What if we initiate a trial and lose?”

“Thinking of losing is why it doesn’t work!”

“Let’s just leave it be. The ransom isn’t that high anyway.”

The lukewarm response of the other council members infuriated Gareld.

When it was time to say, ‘𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘴,’ they were so cohesive, but now they acted selfishly.

“If I don’t have my knights, wouldn’t you also be in trouble? Your weak mercenaries. . .”

“Hah, watch your words. Sir Gareld.”

“This is why those from the Empire. . .”

There was a fundamental difference between those from the Empire and those from the Catalian Peninsula.

Gareld, from the Empire, naturally thought Empire knights and warriors were the best, and his arrogant pride irritated others.

No matter how much Gareld fumed, if the others did not move, it was pointless. In the end, the meeting concluded with no significant outcome, deciding to ‘𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.’

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“Look, Bishop. The faithful are always protected by God.”

Johan found amusement in teasing the bishop. He delighted in the scowling face of Biagione every time he spoke piously.

“Don’t speak of things you know nothing about, brother.”

“How about attacking the lands of those who insulted the bishop? They are too ashamed to come forward themselves.”

“Please, calm down! Please!”

The bishop, alarmed, tried to stop Johan.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!’

In the Empire, it was common to gather family soldiers and attack when feeling dishonored. It was an age-old custom, and no one interfered in noble conflicts.

━𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝!

However, behaving this way in the republic would be seen as barbaric. This was not the Empire. It was headache-inducing, but. . .

‘𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵?’

Surprisingly, there was no movement from the enemies. For the bishop, it was an unexpected situation.

‘𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. . .’

In the republic, cultured conflicts unfolded like this:

First, accusations would arise, then the enemy’s hired citizens would spread rumors. Of course, at this point, they had to counter with their own rumors.

If things got worse, it would lead to sword fights, attacks, or even assassinations. . .

But now, the opponent was just staying still.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘺?’

Biagione couldn’t understand. Could they possibly be scared?

“. . .?”

Biagione looked at Johan. Though he had recently achieved a great feat. . .

‘𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?’

“Bishop, it seems you have a visitor.”

“?”

A procession was approaching from afar. Recognizing the flag, the bishop quickly identified it as Gareld, one of the council members.

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“Lord Bishop! Surely there has been a misunderstanding?”

“It’s no misunderstanding!”

Johan kicked the table beside him. Gareld staggered back in fright. Johan’s gaze was like that of a wild beast. It made one’s heart race and limbs tremble.

“Your knights insulted the bishop! And you still claim to believe in God?”

“What are you. . .?”

“How dare you behave like this in front of Sir Gareld!”

Gareld’s guard tried to calm Johan by reaching for his sword. However, Johan preferred a more straightforward approach.

“Ack!”

The guard was grabbed by the collar, pulled over, and then held by the head, automatically kneeling down. The guard couldn’t move under Johan’s terrifying strength.

“I may be a poor and humble knight, but I know what’s right! Make a proper apology and reparation. Otherwise, I cannot release the prisoners.”

“Brother, please, calm down. . .”

Seeing Johan destroy any chance of compromise, the bishop despaired. Gareld was astonished. Did this knight not know how corrupt Bishop Biagione was?