How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 63.2: 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 63.2: 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€œIs he really an illegitimate son?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s not important. The point is, using this as a pretext, the Abner family can avoid criticism.โ€

Beheading a guilty castellan and returning the castle to his child without any repercussions provided an unquestionable justification.

Of course, this was nothing but a deception.

The child of the castellan would be given no real authority. The Abner family would control the castle and the nearby town.

Ulrike looked at Johan with a surprised expression.

โ€œWhy do you say that?โ€

โ€œI never thought the commander could come up with such a scheme.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s nothing. I owe it to the advice of Suetlg-nim.โ€

โ€œThe counsel of a philosopher is not for everyone, nor is it understood by all who receive it. Yes, a good plan. We must do it immediately. Hey! Prepare and dress up the โ€œsonโ€ of the castellan.โ€

Whether he was a real illegitimate son or not didnโ€™t matter. If they strongly assert it and it seems plausible, then it becomes the truth.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

Marquis Crucho felt a suffocating sensation in his chest.

โ€œThe castle has fallen?โ€

โ€œAnd. . . the son of the castellan has succeeded the position.โ€

โ€œNonsense! The castellan had no children!โ€

The castellan had no children, only relatives. If the castellan died, his brothers should have succeeded him.

Regardless of Marquisโ€™ anger, a neatly dressed new lord of Sangdarju Castle looked down at them from the castle walls. He was clearly just a boy.

โ€œHow dare they bring in such a boy after killing the castellan and expect such an excuse to work?โ€

โ€œThe former castellan launched a surprise attack while sending a surrender envoy.โ€

Marquis Crucho clenched his teeth in anger. The opposition had annoyingly secured a moral high ground.

They executed him for violating the customs of surrender and returned the family estate as they didnโ€™t intend to conquer the family.

โ€œOne cannot arbitrarily change the emperorโ€™s vassal!โ€

โ€œSuccession is the rightful right of a vassal, according to customary law, imperial law, ecclesiastical law, and the laws of the world.โ€

โ€œBut wasnโ€™t that succession forced?โ€

โ€œThen file a lawsuit.โ€

The knight, acting as an envoy, responded brazenly. Marquis Crucho had to restrain his desire to draw his sword. Filing a lawsuit would be futile as they wouldnโ€™t comply easily.

Knowing it was futile, Marquis Crucho issued an ultimatum.

โ€œOpen the gates! I must meet the new castellan and understand the whole situation.โ€

โ€œAre you trying to take a vassalโ€™s rightful land by force, like your lord often does?โ€

โ€œ. . .Watch your mouth. Iโ€™m not so weak that I canโ€™t kill one like you!โ€

โ€œTry if you can. The walls of Sangdarju are high, and the weather is getting colder. Letโ€™s see what you can do from outside.โ€

The envoys laughed and went inside.

Unable to refute their words, Marquis Crucho despaired.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œDo you think we should retreat, or should we attack?โ€

โ€œWonโ€™t you retreat?โ€

โ€œI bet on attacking.โ€

โ€œWasnโ€™t the opponent said to be an experienced commander?โ€

Ulrike looked at Johan. No matter how she thought about it, he was a unique knight. It seemed like the characteristics of many people were combined in one person.

Devising strategies seemed noble or scribe-like, but the aggression and momentum in battle were that of a knight among knights. Yet, for a knight, his blood was too cold.

In such situations, no knight would speak of retreating. It wasnโ€™t a matter of high walls or disadvantage. Honor, pride, and face as a knight. . .

These were things that flowed deeply in the blood of knights, beyond any cerebral calculation.

If one were to retreat just because it was disadvantageous, then there would be no reason to be a knight.

โ€œBecause. . . If it were me, I would have attacked.โ€

Ulrikeโ€™s words were spot on.

That night, Marquis Crucho initiated an attack. It was a desperate, almost flailing attack.

And that attack did not last even a week. Before a week passed, Marquis Cruchoโ€™s army began to withdraw.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œIโ€™m not thinking of capturing the Marquis.โ€

โ€œFor that, your eyes are burning too fiercely.โ€

Unlike a castellan, the Marquis came from a very wealthy family. He was a hostage worth a large ransom from his southern fiefdom.

It was the same for Johan and the other knights. They were burning with the desire to target the retreating army of the Marquis.

โ€œDonโ€™t overdo it. Overdoing always leads to trouble. Iโ€™ve never seen anyone fare well going against the flow of a river.โ€

โ€œI understand. Flowing water doesnโ€™t race to the front.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s a good saying. Where did you hear it?โ€

Johan didnโ€™t answer but lifted his spear.

The pursuit force was mainly composed of cavalry. They would quickly follow and bite into Marquisโ€™ army.

โ€œSir Johan, will you lead the front?โ€

The knights proposed without needing to discuss who should go first. Stephen looked on enviously.

Johan had no connections under Ulrike, nor did he have the backing of a powerful family. Yet, he had gained the recognition of all knights solely through his skill.

Is this what a true knight is?

Johan, standing at the forefront, drew his sword. A robust cheer erupted from the knights.

It was almost time for the hunt.


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