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𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝟔)
Johan drew his arrow and pulled back the bowstring. The knight, reassured by his armor and shield, was shocked as the arrow precisely pierced a small exposed vital spot, causing him to fall in agony.
“Boriska. It’s despicable to make an honorable knight do shameful deeds and secretly hire mercenaries behind his back! Don’t you have the courage to confront directly?”
Johan rebuked Boriska.
Johan didn’t particularly despise Boriska or rage with ‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!’. However, as a knight, he had to assert that he had a just cause in any situation.
In fact, some of the knights around Boriska hesitated at Johan’s outcry.
“Drop your weapons and surrender! If you do, you’ll be given a chance to be tried before the Duke.”
“Kill that foreign b*stard!”
Of course, a knight who would be ashamed and reflect upon such words wouldn’t have started this in the first place. Boriska fiercely shouted, pointing at Johan.
Despite being masked by honor and piety, a knight was essentially a barbaric and violent beast. This was more evident in situations driven by desire.
The knights charged at Johan with a battle cry. Unyielding, Johan spurred his horse towards them.
As the mace swung with a deadly sound, the clashing knights were thrown back. Even in the darkness, Johan’s valor shone brightly.
The knights showed a look of seeing a demon, unable to stop just one man from breaking through their formation. Despite riding the same horses and wearing the same armor, why couldn’t they stop him?
“Boriska, are you scared? Stop hiding behind other knights and come out yourself!”
“How dare this insolent man!”
An irate Boriska gripped his weapon and glared at Johan. A true knight wouldn’t cower just because he was once defeated.
I must thrust this spear into that man’s neck!
Boriska, with a spring in his step, spurred his horse forward.
It was surprising when Johan suddenly appeared, but he had thought several times about how to fight if they met again after the tournament.
The strength of the knight named Johan was immense, as if he had made a pact with a demon. He had to avoid colliding and tire him out by circling around him.
Boriska was confident. Even if Johan’s strength was great, he could not match his horsemanship.
Suddenly, a werewolf leaped out from the side.
“???!”
The werewolf that appeared was of a different dimension than ordinary ones, with a body size that stood out. Its fur, dyed white, was noticeable even in the darkness, shining as if illuminated.
“Aaagh!”
A scream followed by a spray of blood. The werewolf quickly knocked down Boriska and tore into him.
“It’s the leader!”
At someone’s shout, Johan snapped to attention. He grabbed and threw his spear. The Werewolf King, with a wild cry, flung his body backward.
The eyes of the beast shone cunningly, uncharacteristic of a ferocious monster, as if sizing up Johan.
A knight, close to Boriska, bravely charged forward on his horse. The Werewolf King caught the flying sword with its teeth and struck the knight with its paw, causing a fall.
“No!”
Having caught two, the Werewolf King howled in satisfaction and fled with one in each arm. This patience was also uncharacteristic of a monster.
“. . .Unbelievable.”
Johan was also stunned. A werewolf that attacks then flees. Euclyia’s expression also hardened in disbelief.
“I. . . I surrender, Sir.”
“!”
Voices of knights came from the front. Euclyia gestured a throat-cutting motion. Johan shook his head.
He had told Boriska earlier that he would have a chance to stand trial before the Duke, but it wasn’t sincere. He was certain he would attack.
If Boriska were taken to the Duke, he could cause trouble, and if the matter turned into a battle of truths, it would be a headache for Johan, an outsider.
Boriska must be dealt with here!
But there was no need to kill the rest.
“Will you swear to testify about Boriska’s actions before the Duke?”
The remaining knights hesitated momentarily but nodded. After all, Boriska was the instigator. In this situation, he would be the one to bear the brunt.
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Johan escaped the camp with the surrendered knights. Mercenaries who barely escaped the werewolf riot appeared, their faces drained of life.
Upon seeing the mercenaries, the knight immediately hurled curses and insults at them.
“You worthless hunter! You caused this chaos! What kind of eastern ranger are you? What secrets do you hold? Like a wild dog biting its master! It was a mistake to call upon the likes of you!”
“. . .Are you done talking? Thanks to your tantrum in the middle of the night, I feel terrible. . .”
The mercenaries, angered by the knight’s insults, clenched their weapons. Johan observed this and said,
“If you draw, I will cut.”
“?”
The mercenaries were startled by the unfamiliar knight. Why was there someone they hadn’t seen before?
“Boriska was captured by the werewolf, and these knights have surrendered. What do you plan to do?”
“. . . . . .”
“. . .We. . . We also surrender.”