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𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 (6)
The swordsman who was flung away could not get up, bleeding. It seemed that the swordsmen only began to feel the reality after their comrade had fallen.
“Like a monster!”
One of the swordsmen exclaimed in a horrified voice.
The knight dastards had faced several opponents, but this was the first time encountering someone monster-like.
Catching trolls or being undefeated in tournaments didn’t matter much. Even the most agile knights would fall if struck with a sword in a narrow place, unarmed.
There was a reason why Johan accepted the challenge, thinking ‘𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮’ when he heard the rumors about Johan.
But this. . .
It was nothing like the knight they had envisioned.
Johan raised his sword upward and took position. It was easier thanks to the open side. He had no intention of being careless.
Fighting swordsmen who had learned proper swordsmanship was entirely different from fighting mercenaries. With mercenaries, it was okay to aggressively push with strength, but swordsmen required more caution, especially without a shield or armor.
As Johan drew his longsword and took position, the swordsmen swallowed hard. Attacking simultaneously in a tight space might work, but in an open area against someone wielding a longsword like that. . .
“Don’t be scared. Attack at once!”
However, Johan was the first to move. No matter how bravely the swordsmen shouted, their frozen feet wouldn’t move. As Johan closed the distance with footwork, the swordsman finally moved.
The swordsman was lucky.
He didn’t try to meet Johan’s sword with his lighter one. If he had tried to deflect the sword, he would have died instantly from the impact, like the previous opponents.
Instead, he jumped back to create distance, timing his thrust as Johan approached.
“?!”
But that was a mistake. Johan, who seemed to have stopped, twisted his body strangely, closing the distance.
It was a special footwork technique, more typical of assassins than knights, designed to make the opponent misjudge the distance.
“Huh!”
Blood splattered, and the swordsman fell to the side. Having cleared one side, Johan immediately turned to look at the swordsmen behind him. Despite their vigilance, the enemies hesitated in an awkward stance.
“Catch him!”
As Johan’s words fell, Gerdolf lunged out. One guy tripped over another’s foot and fell. Then he threw away his weapon and ran. Johan admired the scene.
‘𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.’
When chased by a beast, there was no need to be faster than the beast, just faster than the person next to you.
“This damn thing, can’t let it go. . .”
As the fallen swordsman struggled to draw his dagger, Gerdolf struck his face with a fist. Gerdolf knew well how to bring down a man, beating him brutally enough that even Johan had to intervene.
“Uh, huh, uh. . .”
“Stop it, Gerdolf. Leave his mouth. We need to listen. Who sent you?”
“G-Giordano-nim. . .”
“Giordano, Giordano. . .”
Johan pondered. Giordano was a council member belonging to the anti-bishop faction.
‘𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.’
It was inevitable. While busy spreading bad rumors about the bishop, here comes a knight dastard drawing people’s attention.
It was natural for them to send assassins, as it threatened to ruin their carefully laid plans.
“E-Even if you drag me to court, Giordano-nim won’t be accused.”
“Probably so.”
Johan easily agreed.
The courts of this world operated systematically. Debates raged fiercely, considering dozens of customary laws, Empire laws, city laws, and church laws, along with various evidence and claims.
But in such situations, the powerful ones prevailed. A foreign knight with just one witness couldn’t expect much from an accusation. Johan didn’t even anticipate that.
“Get rid of him.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Gerdolf swung his weapon, crushing the swordsman’s head. Gerdolf nonchalantly shook off the blood and pushed the swordsman aside.
“With the commotion, people will come. Better leave before it gets troublesome. Let’s go.”
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