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Volume 3: Chapter 159 – Maneuvering (1/2)
Of the holy knights of Germion Kingdom, the ones watching over the south were the Ripper Knight, Sivara, and the Sharp-Eyed Knight, Jize. They have been working together to avoid the Kushain believers as they accepted the refugees.
“We’ve finally secured the refugees. What are we going to do with all these documents? Jize, my stomach hurts, so—” Sivara said.
“Don’t worry. I know full well that despite what your mouth says, you’re actually a great man who can get things done,” Jize said.
“Umm, ok, but can you not say that while pointing your sword at my neck. What are you going to do if I die?” Sivara asked.
“Please, Lord Sivara, something of this level couldn’t possibly touch you. Here, look!” Jize said as he thrust his sword into Sivara’s neck.
The sword thrust swiftly, but Sivara reflexively dodged it by a hair’s breadth.
Sivara drew cold sweat as he asked, “…is there something you’re unhappy about?”
“Don’t worry, I have a policy of not letting my emotions affect my work. It just so happens that while I was busy handling the documents for those refugees, I overheard the soldiers making a fuss about some victory party. On top of that, one of the subordinate warriors I had my eyes on was taken away, and when I thought I would finally get the chance to duel someone, my partner was taken away. Not to mention, the florist, Ms. Chen whom I adored so much was speaking fondly of someone… But, don’t worry! Because I don’t mind any of these things one bit!” Jize said.
Sivara’s eyes started to water upon hearing of poor Jize’s misfortunes.
“Come, Lord Sivara,” Jize said as he pointed his sword at Sivara.
A great pressure emanated from his drawn blade.
Jize was a man in his middle 30s. He was full of vitality and – true to his name – one of his eyes was covered by a patch with a skull for design.
He was not a veteran as old as Gowen, but he was a veteran nonetheless, and much of his achievements have left its mark on history.
That very man had a smile on his face as if nothing else could be better.
Jize was a user of the eastern curved sword arts and was taller by a head compared to other soldiers. The smile he wore on his face that gave him the image of a good uncle was put together solely by the efforts of his muscles.
The man he was smiling at was the only general of the south, Sivara. He was a young knight who would be reaching 29 this year. Though not comparable to Gene, he was also born in a small noble household and had joined the army to feed himself. He had a good face and blonde hair that was sure to catch attention.
His serene personality was a hit among the women, such that even in the capital, he would be fighting for first or second rank in terms of fame.
As a result, in the cities he had been initially appointed to, he has also come to be known as the archenemy of husbands with daughters, ‘Ripper Knight, the Marriage Destroyer.’
“I get it! I get it already! I’ll go work, so please put away that dangerous thing. Also, I haven’t laid my hand on Noa, so I’m innocent!”
“So you say, even though I’ve never called her by name!”
Raging flames could be seen from the depths of Jize’s eyes.
“Wa, wa!?” Sivara screamed as he dodged Jize’s thrusts.
“Nu… It seems my lack of sleep has dulled my movements,” Jize said.
“S-Seems so. You know what they say, lack of sleep is the archenemy of a sword master,” Sivara said.
Sivara, who had been sleeping snugly last night, shivered as Jize smiled at him.
“In that case, I shall be resting for the next three days. I take it, you will be able to accomplish your duty without fail, right, Lord Sivara?” Jize asked.
“Of course,” Sivara said.
“While I don’t think it possible, but in the one-in-a-million chance that upon waking up I find that you did not do your job, then…”
Before Sivara had noticed it, Jize’s curved sword was already sheathed. Jize slowly drew that blade from its sheath once more, causing the light of day to bounce off it and illuminate his face.
The resulting image was a smiling demon.
After Jize vanished from the room like a ghost, Sivara sighed.
“Good grief, that guy is too serious,” he complained.
That being said he needed to do something about the pile of documents in front of him.
“I’m really unlucky,” Sivara said with a languid expression.
He put away one document, and then another. When he reached the fifth document, Sivara’s countenance suddenly paled.
“A request for reinforcements… From Lord Gowen?”
As he read the contents, Sivara was shocked.
“What day is it!?”
Hitting the table, Sivara jumped up and called out across the hallway in a cool voice unlike his usual self.
“Wake Lord Jize up and quickly gather the platoon commanders! Have the non-patrolling soldiers prepare their clothes, and instruct them to wait at the barracks!”
Sivara clicked his tongue as he watched his subordinate run through the hallway, then he looked back at the desk.
“To go west from here… The path would be… We’ll have to send a notice. What about the defense?” Sivara muttered to himself.
“Lord Sivara…” Jize called out.
“Lord Jize, look at this!” Sivara said as he handed the letter.
Jize had the face of a demon from hell, but upon seeing Sivara’s panicked face, even he could not help but reluctantly take the letter.
“A request for reinforcements from Lord Gowen… But this date…” Jize said.
“It probably got lost in the tumult of the enemy attacks,” Sivara said.
“What a disaster!” Jize cried.
All that sleepiness was blown away in one instant, and Sivara and Jize had to discuss how they would be moving.
Three days later, Sivara led 400 soldiers from the south to the west.