How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 61.1: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ฃ๐ฎ (๐Ÿ“)



Chapter 61.1: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ฃ๐ฎ (๐Ÿ“)

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

Upon seeing a comrade bleeding and falling, the other swordsmen froze in shock.

What did I just witness?

Being from the same swordsmanship guild, they knew exactly what their colleague had done. It was a common technique across various guilds to deflect an overhead attack and then counterstrike.

But why couldnโ€™t he block it?

In the midst of the chaos, Gasro barely managed to reach a conclusion.

โ€œThis foe is extraordinarily strong! Do not engage directly with his weapon!โ€

Gasro had seen it clearly.

When the mace was swung, it exploded outward like an arrow shot from a bow!

Unbelievable as it was. . .

If the opponent had superhuman strength, then what they had just witnessed made sense. Even if it was hard to believe, when thereโ€™s only one possible explanation, you have to accept it.

โ€˜๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด?โ€™

โ€˜๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜’๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ. . .โ€™

The swordsmen glared at Johan, pondering their options.

Knightly swordplay, often passed down within families, varied regionally. Typically involving combat in armor, it didnโ€™t focus much on intricate techniques.

But there were limits, and they had never seen a technique that simply overpowered with sheer strength.

โ€œSkill overcomes strength.โ€

A phrase they had heard often, but it had never felt as hollow as it did now.

Can skill truly prevail against overwhelming power?

โ€˜๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.โ€™

Johan also observed the swordsmen.

The recent fight had been unexpected for Johan too. He thought they would have exchanged more blows.

Those who faced Johan treated him as an equal. But that was an irreversible mistake.

One should face Johan as if facing a monster.

A human-shaped monster.

A monster capable of tearing one apart with brute strength!

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ. . .โ€™

The swordsmenโ€™s overt caution was palpable. Their readiness to retreat at Johanโ€™s charge was evident.

A moment of standoff.

โ€œOne, two, three.โ€

Reading the opponentโ€™s breath wasnโ€™t difficult. Sensing the right moment, Johan hurled his mace like a bolt of lightning.

โ€œGasp!โ€

It was like a stone shot from a catapult.

The frozen swordsman was struck by the mace and tumbled to the ground, motionless and looking seriously injured. Johan nonchalantly drew his longsword.

The swordsmen hesitated and retreated further. Mercenaries surrounded the area.

โ€œGa, Gasro. . . What do we do? Do we keep fighting this?โ€

โ€œ. . .I surrender!โ€

โ€œWhat are you doing?!โ€

Although the defense captain was aghast and shouted, Gasro immediately held his longsword to the captainโ€™s throat. Another swordsman quickly seized the captain.

The enemiesโ€™ presence here meant the outer walls and gates were likely already taken.

In such a situation, dying to protect the defense captain seemed less sensible than surrendering. Facing that monstrous foe, it felt certain they would die right here.

โ€œYouโ€™re quick-witted. Disarm them! And if they try any tricks, feel free to cut them down.โ€

Following Johanโ€™s command, the mercenaries rushed to disarm the swordsmen and the defense captain. Johan, watching the struggling captain, inquired.

โ€œSpeak of the situation within the fortress.โ€

โ€œShut up! I swear to God, I have nothing to say to an invader like you. Once the reinforcements arrive, you lot will. . .โ€

Gerdolf struck the defense captain in the abdomen. The defense captain choked and vomited what he had eaten the day before. Johan asked the swordsmen.

โ€œDo you know anything?โ€

โ€œWe do know! A lot!โ€

โ€œThese traitors. . .! This is why you canโ€™t trust those of low birth! Even after handing over so much silver! And to think, a fencing guild would be more expensive. . .โ€

โ€œStill no thoughts of surrendering?โ€

Johan asked the defense captain. Instead of answering, the captain spat. Johan nodded.

โ€œKill him.โ€

โ€œSir?โ€

The holding mercenary was taken aback. Clearly, he was of noble origin.

Not a high-ranking noble with a fiefdom, but even a lower noble was a daunting opponent for a mercenary. Normally, they would capture, not kill. . .

๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ!

Gerdolf swung his short warhammer, smashing the defense captainโ€™s head. It didnโ€™t matter where the captain came from or what family he belonged to.

Just do as told!

The nickname โ€˜Butcherโ€™ wasnโ€™t for nothing. Having cut off the defense captainโ€™s breath, Gerdolf approached the mercenary holding him and grabbed his throat.

โ€œC-Cough, Gerdolfnim. Why are you doing this!โ€

โ€œWhat are you doing, Gerdolf?โ€

โ€œThis man, didnโ€™t follow orders.โ€

โ€œNo, sir! I was just startled!โ€

โ€œLet him go.โ€

At Johanโ€™s words, Gerdolf immediately released the mercenary. The mercenary gasped for air and said.

โ€œI-I apologize, Johan-nim. I wonโ€™t disobey orders again.โ€

โ€œFine. Youโ€™ve followed us this far, I wonโ€™t doubt your loyalty.โ€

The mercenaries looked moved at Johanโ€™s words. Regardless, Gerdolf grabbed the next person and raised his warhammer. The swordsmen panicked as Gerdolfโ€™s arm rose.

โ€œWhy, why are you doing this! I said I would talk!โ€

โ€œAh. My apologies. This man is a loyal knight. So, what is the current situation?โ€

โ€œThe walls are under attack, and the captain was about to go for reinforcements.โ€

โ€œIs the castellan inside the fortress?โ€

โ€œYes. . .โ€

โ€œDo you know his location?โ€

โ€œFor now. . .โ€

Johan made a decision right away.

โ€œWe go inside. Capture the castellan first!โ€

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

The soldiers waiting in Ulrikeโ€™s camp realized something was amiss when they spotted a few fleeing soldiers.

โ€œIsnโ€™t that them running away?โ€

โ€œWhat? Thatโ€™s ridiculous. . . but itโ€™s true?โ€

The guards, who had lost their way in the fog and unfortunately ran towards Ulrikeโ€™s camp, screamed and ran away again.

โ€œWhatโ€™s happening here?โ€

โ€œWe need to open the gate to get in. . .โ€

A few knights murmured in confusion. Normally, they would have subdued the secret passage and sent mercenaries for reinforcements.

Things seemed messed up, but seeing the enemies fleeing outside the castle, it seemed that was not the case.

โ€œArenโ€™t we in the middle of a battle?โ€

โ€œWe canโ€™t tell because of the fog. . .โ€

The fog made even the attackers hesitate. Then Stephen stepped forward.

โ€œWe must go support them now!โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .โ€


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