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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 (𝟐)
“The Centaurs are masters of hunting, and the Alcia tribe is the best among them. Surely they have used a deadly poison that even the Werewolf King cannot resist.”
“Oh. . .”
Achladda marveled. They think we have such skills?
Of course, it was impossible. Monsters are not only sensitive but also have strong vitality. They rarely touch poisoned prey, and even if they do eat it, they are likely to survive.
The Duke was skeptical too.
“What do you think?”
“It’s wrong, Duke.”
The first one stepped back with a disappointed expression. Next was the second. She said that it was clear that the werewolves were driven like wild beasts by the tribal warriors and defeated.
Wild beasts tire and fall on their own after a long run. If werewolves did the same, they could have been captured without injury.
“You lack knowledge about monsters. Monsters, unlike beasts, do not tire and die in that manner. Moreover, werewolves are fierce and do not flee in fear even if hunters pursue them. What do you think, Sir Johan?”
“You are wrong.”
As the second bit her lip and stepped back, the third gave up. The third just wanted to appear humble. Of course, Duke noticed this intention.
“It’s okay to be wrong, but you have to present an answer.”
“Sor. . . Sorry.”
“Alright. What do you think?”
Finally, the fourth spoke.
“I was curious and asked Sir Knight earlier.”
“. . . . . .”
“. . . . . .”
The siblings felt aghast at the younger one’s remark. They never expected such a turn.
Accepting one’s shortcomings and giving up on the correct answer was also a way to stand out.
Whether it was effective was uncertain, but it seemed better than the previous wrong answers.
“Really? And?”
“So. . . I think after defeating the werewolf, it was captured by strangling its neck.”
The Duke staggered momentarily, surprised by the unexpected answer. His rare expression shocked his children present.
. . .Wasn’t that the answer their father had decided?
“He told you that? Sir Knight is quite mischievous. There was no need to keep such a secret.”
“Uh. . . Duke. That’s how it was captured.”
“. . .???”
Before Johan could speak again, the restless drunk warriors nearby blurted out first.
“It’s true. Duke! You should have seen it.”
“The werewolf was knocked down in one hit and captured by strangulation!”
“. . . . . .”
Faced with such an extraordinary answer, everyone from the Brduhe family fell into a shocked silence. The Duke was the first to break it.
“Praise be to the knight who advances fearlessly before any monster. May blessings be upon you, Sir.”
“Blessings be upon you!”
The Duke’s children also exclaimed, but their voices were filled with disbelief.
Who could have thought that was true!
‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.’
The Duke decided to leave the unfortunate hunter alone. It was not his fault.
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After the luxurious banquet ended and day broke, The Duke announced the most impressive game to the gathered people. The warriors had to parade inside and outside the city, proudly displaying their game behind Duke’s procession.
The expressions of the warriors who received gold and silver coins as a reward for their bravery were unmistakably joyful.
It was rare for the warriors here to be financially comfortable. Moreover, even if they were wealthy, such rewards were inevitably delightful.
As Achladda walked away with a smile, Johan asked with curiosity.
“Were you that happy?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s not about being happy for the gold coins. Sir Knight. What do you take me for. I laughed remembering how the stars of Brduhe were surprised.”
“You have a good hobby.”
“How many times will I see such a face in my life? By the way, Sir Knight. Didn’t Duke say anything else to you?”
Although Johan’s words led to the distribution of rewards to the warriors, The Duke, not being a fool, wouldn’t have stopped at that.
Even if he outwardly upheld others’ dignity, behind the scenes, he had to take extra care of truly useful warriors. Otherwise, he would not qualify as a feudal lord.
“Not yet. What did you receive?”
“I was promised fine horses and flocks of sheep. But such things are unnecessary for you, aren’t they, Sir Knight? There’s no tribe nearby.”
“Hmm. . .”
Johan was perceptive too. He could sense that the Duke was preparing something.
Surely, it wouldn’t be a bad condition, but he wanted to know in advance if possible.