𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 (6)

When Johan came to his senses after stopping the cyclops’ breath, he spat to the side. 

‘𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯. . .’

It was no small loss to break the famous sword Duke gave to kill the cyclops. It left a bad taste in his mouth.

He should have just thrown spears from afar or used poison to catch it instead of doing foolish things and incurring greater losses.

Seeing Johan’s gloomy expression, the first and third sons were perplexed.

As a knight who had just killed such a monster, he should have been proud and boastful, but Johan’s expression was serious and solemn.

Is he offering a prayer to God?

“Did you search it?”

“Ah. . . no.”

At Johan’s call, the first and third sons awkwardly got up. Although their whole bodies ached as if they had been beaten, they could endure it as vampire knights.

Johan looked at the warhammer covered with the giant’s blood and brain fluid. 

‘𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.’

The warhammer had a heavy mallet and blade hammered to the end, so the end was not originally particularly large or heavy. If you make a weapon that people have to swing around like that, the user will get tired or hurt first.

However, the warhammer the cyclops used was unique. From the shaft to the body, it was made of solid metal, and the mallet and blade at the end were several times larger.

An ordinary person would have difficulty wielding it with both hands, but Johan liked it. Above all, it was suitable as a riding weapon.

<𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.>

“!”

As the blood was shaken off, the inscription engraved on the side of the warhammer was revealed. It was written in the ancient imperial language. <𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫>. Johan was surprised by the ancient imperial language he had not expected.

‘𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦?’

Seeing that the cyclops used the ancient imperial language, it was a very possible story.

It was ironic that the giant used a weapon made to kill giants, but. . .

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭.’

Johan suddenly became feel better and more generous. Enough to show kindness to the pagans lying next to him.

“Here. Lend you a hand. Get up.”

“Thank. . . thank you.”

The first and third sons dusted themselves off and politely greeted him. There was not a hint of disrespect in their attitude. It was like they were treating their father, Ahir-gong.

Even if they were hostages who had to pay ransom, quite a few privileges were customarily allowed to the nobles. Starting with the possession of weapons to rude words against the other party.

But that was just a general story. If there is someone who just killed a giant and is holding that warhammer in front of you, even vampires can only be polite.

“So. . .”

Johan turned his head. The horses that had escaped were startled to see Johan. For some reason, fear could be felt in their eyes.

“Don’t even think about running away, you foals.”

Johan growled lowly. His words seemed to be properly conveyed to the bicorn. It pawed the ground then stopped walking.

The wild horses around unanimously gave way. Johan looked at Ahir’s warhorse. The one who was raging without recognizing its master, seduced by the bicorn, obediently lowered its head.

“You go back to your master.”

At Johan’s word, the warhorse stumbled to Ahir’s sons.

Now only the bicorn was left. The bicorn shivered as the other horses escaped domination. Johan grabbed it by the scruff of its neck.

“If you want to attack, pull out your horns and attack.”

𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐤━

The bicorn stamped the ground with its feet and struggled violently, but did not pull out its horn. Johan used one arm to strangle its neck and added strength. The bicorn whimpered piteously as it bent its front legs forward.

It gave up resisting and swore obedience with its eyes. Johan released his strength on his arm and patted its cheek.

“Don’t pull out your horn if you don’t want to die.”

The bicorn nodded instinctively.

Although it had a symbiotic relationship with the cyclops, after feeling that the newly arrived human was much stronger than it, it was very submissive, befitting a monster.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

𝐚𝙬ᴇ𝘣𝕤𝙩𝐨𝚛i̇̇ᴇs.𝐜𝔬𝘮

“Did you catch it?!”  

“Is there any bad tradition?”

Galambos shook his head. A bicorn had the opposite taste to a unicorn but acted similarly. Both could be tamed and trained into a fine horse if caught.

If you want to keep it and ride it, you have to lure it with what it likes, quickly grab it, and endure until it gets exhausted.

It was a simple method, but one that even quite skilled hunters couldn’t pull off. There were many in the eastern rangers who went out to catch a unicorn and sell it at a high price but died.

“Since its shadow has appeared, you don’t have to worry. If you tame it properly, whether it’s a unicorn or bicorn, a shadow will appear.”

“Why wasn’t there one when it was under that cyclops?”

“Because they are monsters, they must have cooperated with each other. Since the appetite of the cyclops was so voracious. . .”

The cyclops would eat travelers who chased the horses, and the bicorn would be protected from other predators in return. Symbiosis between monsters was rare but not unseen.

Galambos carefully approached the bicorn. He knew it had surrendered but the fear still did not disappear anywhere. The memory of colleagues who went out to catch unicorns but failed was still vivid.

━𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭.

The bicorn blew air from its nostrils but did not reject Galambos. Seeing this, the mercenaries murmured.  

“Didn’t they say the bicorn likes rotten and corrupted guys?”

“That b*stard does make a lot of dirty money. It scraped together a lot like that with dice last time.”

“. . .Count, why not have those guys tested by the bicorn too?”

“That would be fun.”

At Johan’s words, the mercenaries made ugly expressions. The bicorn was very creepy.

Most of the mercenaries were given passing points by the bicorn. Greedy and rotten guys were bound to be liked by the bicorn.

“Ahem. Count.”  

Ahir’s men who had rounded up the horses cleared their throats and called Johan.

“Is everything finished?”