Magicless Extra: The Villain’s Survival Method – Chapter 45

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟓: 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 (1)

The next day, Oswald was to go outside wearing the formal attire of the Order of the Holy Knights. He had on a long black frock coat and a black hunting cap, and underneath he wore a plate breastplate. Finally, he put on a mask that covered half of his face, completing the concept of mysticism.

“Then I’ll leave it to you, Sir Oswald.”

“Yes, what. . . I will do so.”

Oswald boarded the elevator that would take him to the ground floor. As soon as he reached the ground floor, he was guided by a priest who was waiting for him to join the delegation of the Kingdom of Britannia.

“. . . . . .”

Knights armed with full plate gleaming in silver at first glance. Their appearance, riding on horses with pure white cloaks, was truly. . . dazzling itself. They were very bright, contrasting with Oswald who was all in black.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. . . 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. . . . . .’

At that moment, a paladin who had found him approached.

“Are you from the Order of the Holy Knights?”

Among the male and female paladins who were all trying to show themselves off, she was the only female paladin who remained true to her duty.

“Yes.”

“Nice to meet you. I am Lefangs, the vice-captain of the Order of Knights of Order.”

“Lady Lefangs, I am Oswald, a member of the Order of the Holy Knights.”

“I will be in your care during our journey, Sir Oswald.”

Soon, a priest brought a black horse for Oswald to ride.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.’

Oswald became a stain on the white wave. The members of the Order of Knights of Order seemed to be uncomfortable with Oswald, who didn’t like the fact that he stood out.

Nevertheless, Oswald didn’t even care, and since his face was covered, he just ignored them by putting on a poker face.

Soon, the saintess walked out to board the carriage with the priestesses.

Wearing a pure white saintess’s dress, she was so beautiful that one would believe she was an angel who had come down from heaven. It was a familiar face that I had seen many times while playing the game. . . but I couldn’t help but lose my mind every time I saw her.

‘𝘜𝘨𝘩. . . . . . 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.’

Oswald, who was even fine with Arwen, who was called the most beautiful woman in the Empire. However, unlike her, the saintess with her pure white charm was honestly Oswald’s ideal type.

Soon, she got on the carriage. . . and the Order of Knights of Order began to surround the carriage from front and back. Then, a battalion of the Vatican Guard followed behind. The Vatican Guard, which had the size of a battalion of 1,000, followed behind.

“It is an honor to meet you, sir. I am Lorenzo Dultz, the battalion commander of the Vatican Guard.”

Lorenzo Dultz, who led 1,000 battalion members.

He had a different atmosphere from the Order of Knights of Order, who seemed to be living a good life. Battalion Commander Lorenzo, who showed a dignified appearance.

“Please call me Sir Oswald. And I will be in your care during our journey, Battalion Commander Lorenzo.”

While doing so, Oswald looked at the armament of the Vatican Guard. The Vatican Guard, who were all holding Winchester V9 series rifles with bayonets attached.

They wore breastplates like cuirassiers, and wore morion helmets as helmets. Backpacks, sleeping bags, and tents were tied on their backs.

They were all elite soldiers with conviction burning in their eyes. It was a look that could only be had by those who had pride in being God’s army.

“I will be in your care, Sir Oswald.”

The delegation left Vatican City and headed out to the outskirts. Oswald sighed as he watched the Order of Knights of Order, whose military discipline was in disarray.

“Those guys are also called knights. . . . . .”

“Compared to the knights who were famous in the old days. . . the knights of today have fallen to being knights for the alternative service of the children of nobles.”

When Battalion Commander Lorenzo, who was walking beside him, added, Oswald realized why the Order of Knights of Order was so sloppy.

“Why do you have to go that far?”

“No matter how much of a religious order it is, it is impossible to operate a religious order without profit.”

Since there was a limit to donations. . . in the end, they had no choice but to receive donations from nobles. Furthermore, in the Imperial Empire, it was mandatory for nobles to join the military and serve, even if they were born as nobles.

Because of that, many people wanted to enter the Imperius Academy where they could serve as officers. . . but it wasn’t easy because of the extremely high competition rate.

That’s why the method they chose was to send their children as knights of the religious order. Since those who belonged to the religious order were not subject to mandatory service, they did this, and since they served as knights instead of ordinary soldiers, it wasn’t bad for their children either.

Because of that, at first, there was a knightly order of the religious order called the Noble Knights Order, which only gathered the children of noble families. However. . . the trend of looking down on those who were from the Noble Knights Order became strong, and many nobles began to ask to put their sons and daughters into famous knightly orders.

In the end, they spread them out to the knightly orders as a whole. . . but since they lacked both skill and faith, they just muddled through and caused accidents. . . so they had no choice but to sacrifice the Order of Knights of Order. The existing members of the Order of Knights of Order newly founded the Order of Heavenly Knights and moved their enemies there. . . . . .

“Come to think of it, they’re all made up of people who are about the same age as Saintess.”

“It may be their way of being considerate of the Saintess. . . but. . . . . .”

Battalion Commander Lorenzo didn’t seem to like it very much. Furthermore, when he thought about the safety of the saintess, he was worried about the mission he had been given. Because it was possible that there would be chaos.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦. . . . . .’

Then, Oswald realized that the only people who could actually protect the saintess were the Vatican Guard here, the commander and vice-captain of the Order of Knights of Order, and himself.

The paladins who were right in front of him were trash who were even worse than Oswald, who didn’t even have magic, and they would only be a burden.

Those guys were always obsessed with the idea of being chosen people and would often make mistakes. Moreover, the probability that most of them were nobles who couldn’t even get into the viscount class was almost 90%.

Nobles who were Viscounts or higher were desperate to get their children into the Academy, and they didn’t want such a disgraceful alternative service. Most of them were a kind of nouveau riche class who had money in their family but didn’t have a high title.

The place they were currently heading to was the Romanova Dukedom, which was located a 5-day walk from Vatican City. It was one of the Five Grand Dukes located in the northwestern region of Vatican City, and it was also a place where a railway line to the Kingdom of Britannia was laid.

Since the construction of the railway line connecting Romanova Dukedom from Vatican City was currently underway, they were moving like this even though it was inconvenient.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘋𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. . . . . .’

For the time being, he was wearing a mask to hide his identity. . . but Natasha, who Oswald knew, was a person with a better eye for detail than he thought. Even though he was getting a lot of attention after receiving the Platinum rank. . . if it became known that he was a demon hunter, it would interfere with the elimination of the forces of chaos in the capital.

Furthermore, hadn’t his family almost been put in danger because his identity had already been exposed?

‘𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. . . . . .’

There was a 99% chance that the 2nd Princess Arwen and her seduction chaos demon were involved. He planned to deal with the 2nd Princess Arwen and her seduction chaos demon after this vacation was over.

Of course, it wouldn’t go as he wanted. . . but he had to at least clean up that chaos demon.

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As time passed. . . they finally set foot in the Romanova Dukedom.

Oswald, who had seen the same scene over and over again while camping in the middle of nowhere, was on the verge of losing his mind, but he endured it and moved on. Although knights were higher than ordinary soldiers in terms of rank. . . no matter what, he didn’t like the fact that they were using soldiers like their servants.

Two more days passed, and they arrived in the capital of Romanova Dukedom, Lyiv, where the station was located.

Since this was where the duke’s castle was located, it was larger than other cities. Also, since there was a railway station, there were quite a lot of floating population. Then, the knights of the Romanova Dukedom greeted the saintess’s party.

“Welcome, Saintess. My name is Natasha Romanova.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Romanova. My name is Estell Blanche.”

“It will take about 3 days for the train to Britannia to depart, so would it be possible for you to stay at our dukedom in the meantime?”

“I’m afraid we’ll be a bother.”

“No, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Like that, the saintess’s delegation unpacked their bags at the duke’s castle for a while.

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘴.’

No matter how crappy the Order of Knights of Order was, they couldn’t help but be quiet and innocent lambs in front of the Five Grand Dukes. Because if they were to show their ugly faces here, their humble family could be wiped out in an instant.

Watching that, Oswald didn’t go anywhere and just stayed in his room. Because it would have been embarrassing if he had wandered around and run into Natasha.

However, there was a moment that Oswald couldn’t avoid no matter how much he tried to avoid it. . . It was the banquet.

“Sir Oswald?”

Battalion Commander Lorenzo, who was dressed in a formal attire, looked at Oswald with a puzzled expression. Because there was no change in what he was wearing, even though it was an outfit for someone who was going to a banquet.

“I will not be attending. If anyone happens to look for me, tell them that you haven’t seen me.”

“But the Duke of Romanova has invited you. . . Can you ignore him like this?”

“It’s just that I’m trying to hide my identity according to the rules of the Order of the Holy Knights. If you plan to protest, tell the Order of the Holy Knights to do it.”

“Well. . ., if you say so. I understand, sir.”

After that, Oswald moved in the opposite direction of the banquet hall. But. . . . . .

“Oh. . . Oswald?”

“. . . . . .”

He happened to meet Natasha, and she recognized his identity at once just by looking at Oswald’s eyes that were revealed above his mask. Oswald’s identity was discovered at once.

Oswald and Natasha sat side by side at a table set up in the garden. Oswald, whose identity had already been revealed, took off his mask and talked to her while drinking the tea that the maid served.

“I never imagined that you would become a. . . demon hunter. Is it. . . because of that incident?”

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢.’

Becoming a demon hunter was something that couldn’t be done with just ordinary determination.

“It’s not like that. It has nothing to do with that, so don’t worry about it.”

“Even so. . . . . .”

“Anyway, why aren’t you at the banquet and here?”

“I don’t have to go anyway. . . and I don’t really like noisy and crowded places. . . . . .”

“Hmm. . . . . .”

After a short conversation, an awkward atmosphere flowed between them.

It was a situation that occurred because they weren’t close and had hardly ever been left alone like this.

Some time passed, and. . . Oswald got up from his seat.

“I’m going to go and get some rest.”

“Okay, see you at the Academy after the vacation is over.”

“Okay.”

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Two days later. . . the saintess’s delegation boarded the train at Lyiv Station and headed northwest towards the Kingdom of Britannia.

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