Chapter 33.2: Before Our Spring (3)
They instinctively realized that their conversation was meaningless.
All that remained was blood and violence.
Count Lamaring looked at Cain’s party before ordering his knights, meeting eyes with Oleciren.
He recognized the gray eyes unique to the Airian royal family and his eyes widened slightly.
“I didn’t expect you to come together, Princess.”
He had never seen his grandson Cain.
But he had seen Princess Oleciren from afar a few times, so he recognized her immediately.
Oleciren, who had been wearing a cloth mask, felt that she couldn’t deny it and reluctantly lowered the cloth.
“Long time no see, Count Lamaring.”
“Yes, that’s right. I thought I’d see you next time as a corpse, but fate is truly mysterious.”
Hweeeeng━.
Count Lamaring raised his cane and pointed it at her.
The fight began with the succession competition between the 1st Princess and the 2nd Princess, so if he killed Oleciren here, it would all be over cleanly.
Rumors would spread, but history belongs to the victor.
Count Weiss Lamaring had made a big decision.
Jeobuk━.
The four knights of 〈Ross de Kaerot〉 who were standing behind him began to walk towards her.
Cain watched their steps carefully.
‘It’s strangely identical.’
No matter how much they received the same training and followed the same rituals, they should be slightly different as humans.
But the four knights of the Marquis of Ross, with their faces hidden, were identical in height, build, and even gait.
Sweeet━.
Cain raised Agweska he was holding horizontally, pointing it at the knights walking towards Oleciren. Then he spoke to her and Isoel.
“Stay behind me.”
“We can fight too.”
“I know.”
They fought together against the witch Primundi and the dragon Arthuan.
Cain had seen how vicious Oleciren was and how much Isoel hid her trained muscles in her small frame.
He knew that those two were better fighters than anyone here, but not this time.
“This is my war. Don’t take it from me.”
“You…….”
Oleciren couldn’t finish her words.
Isoel, who had been listening to their conversation quietly, grabbed her arm and pulled her.
Oleciren looked back at Isoel, who shook her head slightly.
It meant to accept it.
Koong.
“Since all three of you are going to die here anyway, it wouldn’t be difficult to change the order a little bit. If you have a last wish, I’ll grant it.”
Count Lamaring said, tapping his cane on the floor as if it were ridiculous. The four knights now looked at Cain.
Sreung━.
All four of them drew their swords.
And the green aura that arose.
“Something’s strange. Even the light of the aura is so identical.”
Cain slowly stepped forward with his left foot and gripped his sword again.
The enemy was four expert knights.
‘One intermediate and three low-level.’
And here was Cain alone.
The two sides slowly approached each other.
As if they were scouting each other out, the four spread out, surrounding Cain.
Oleciren shouted from afar.
“You have to strike before the enemy is ready!”
“I have something I want to check.”
Cain laughed heartily, not relaxing his tension.
Cain took a deep breath, enduring the pressure of the four experts.
It wasn’t as extreme as the snowy plains on the front lines, and he didn’t have to worry about enemies appearing from nowhere.
A peaceful aristocratic mansion.
A sword dulled by peace.
The fact that the aura of the four knights of the same order was the same meant that there was something in the Marquis of Ross, a smell.
Cain raised the right corner of his mouth.
“I’ll give you a head start.”
The four knights looked at each other as if they were trying to discuss something.
Sheeeet━!
The one on the left charged forward with his sword drawn. His precise steps and unwavering sword trajectory hinted at his training.
For some it would be the blink of an eye.
For Cain, who had lived for ten years on the edge of life and death, it was slow enough to make him yawn.
He instinctively felt the presence of the blade and twisted his waist, extending Agweska diagonally.
Ting━.
The knight’s eyes widened.
The sword wrapped in his aura was sliced through in one blow from Cain.
Agweska’s blade curled like a snake, severing his arm.
Hweeek━.
Cain immediately charged into his arms.
He swung horizontally from the space created by cutting off his right arm, slashing through the gap in the knight’s armor and killing him.
Pwaaa━.
The three remaining knights charged at the same time at the spray of blood.
In the time that slowed down.
Only Cain’s purple eyes moved. He scanned the three who were wearing crimson bands on their arms, one after the other, and moved.
No matter how much they used their aura and exerted their strength, all attacks began with their feet.
Saaa━.
Agweska’s blade, which made a strange sound when it cut through the air, cut through the second knight’s shoulder completely.
That small gap.
The third knight thrust his sword into the gap.
‘I got you.’
Cain smiled slightly.
He was caught in the gap he deliberately showed, and he stabbed him in the neck, piercing through his helmet.
The last one hesitated.
‘It’s too late to draw your sword.’
It was already too late to pull out a sword that had been embedded in human flesh, and with the helmet also stuck on, it was bound to be slow in the time frame of this fight.
Took.
Cain didn’t hesitate and dropped his sword.
He took large strides towards the fourth knight like a giant running across the land.
He clenched his right fist.
And then.
Kwaaang━!
He slammed his fist against his abdomen armor, and the armor crumpled.
“Keoheuk━.”
Red blood flowed out from under his helmet. Unlike the other three, who had died before they could even groan, he had some time left
“One is enough to live.”
A fist drawn like a bowstring.
And Cain’s fist slammed down on the knight’s helmet without mercy.
Kwang.
Cain, who had killed three in an instant and cut off one arm, slowly raised his head and looked up at Count Lamaring.
“I’m disappointed that you were relying on these flimsy guys. Count Lamaring?”
Juchum━.
The white-haired old man stepped back involuntarily.
He didn’t have the confidence to meet the gaze of Cain’s violet eyes, which had overwhelmed four experts in an instant.
He turned back, but there was no one left.
His castle.
His home.
The land he had lived on all his life.
But even in this place, his heart, there was no one who would give their life for him.
“I━!”
As Cain rose to his feet and started towards Weiss Lamaring.
“Victor La Mang Millington, a knight who bears the name of the great Lamaring.”
“Oh, Victor! As expected, I can only count on you.”
Count Lamaring’s eyes widened.
The loyal knight who had once stood by his side appeared at the moment of crisis.
Cain looked Victor up and down and clicked his tongue.
“A real knight, the first I’ve seen in Lamaring.”