Chapter 41

Chapter 41

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Seated on the edge of the bed, Ian tightened the straps of his armor.

A frustrating sense of confinement that he hadnt felt in days.

Taking a short breath, he looked at the items spread out in front of him.

Shoulder guards, gauntlets, arm bracers, and boots, along with various other equipment.

These had all been stripped of their tarnish and polished anew, as befitting the retainers of a knightly household. Oddly enough, he didnt feel any satisfaction from it.

Suddenly, he recalled the morning of his reserve army call-up. Just putting on the military uniform had drained his energy and made him feel suffocated, even more than he had anticipated. It was the same now.

More like a re-enlistment than a reserve call-up.

And to make matters worse, he didnt even know when his discharge date was anymore. Damn it.

Despite the complicated emotions within him, his body mechanically donned the equipment in precise positions.

Without anyones assistance, Ian had returned to his usual appearance in a matter of minutes.

Short knives and throwing daggers were secured along bands crisscrossing his body and around his waist.

These throwing daggers were newly acquired from Orundel.

After throwing the short knives a few times, he found that his accuracy was higher than expected. Though his agility wasnt remarkable, his mental and focus attributes clearly played a supporting role.

After turning his body around to finish the inspection, he picked up the Sword of Condemnation that he had leaned against the head of the bed.

His preparations were complete.

Seems like Ive gathered enough skill points to use. Once this is over, Ill seriously

As he sat on the edge of the bed, lost in personal contemplation, a knock resounded, followed by the door opening.

Phillip stuck his head in.

You can come out, Sir.

Something familiar about the scene.

As Ian thought, he stepped out of the room.

Passing through the corridor with a view of the garden, he stopped in front of the office and knocked.

Phillip opened the door.

Meave sitting on the main seat, flanked by the table with men sitting on both sides, came into view.

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Their gazes focused on Ian. Calmly, he entered the room.

With a clang as the door closed, Meave began speaking.

Allow me to introduce. This is the ally I mentioned, Ian Hoff. Hes my most trusted mercenary and the true mastermind behind resolving the matters youve heard.

The mens gazes swept over Ian.

Emotions conveyed through their eyes became more overtly apparent. Familiar feelings to him.

Curiosity. Wariness. Arrogance and mistrust.

Meaves voice continued.

And over here are members of the Knight Guardians. Ian, theyre the ones from the personal guards, the most reliable people Ive selected.

Ian nodded and finally turned to face the men. Seven in total. Their reactions upon meeting his eyes were diverse, but none of them avoided his gaze.

Ive finished explaining the current situation. They will assist us.

Have you explained the plan as well?

Briefly.

Hmm

Ian nodded and shifted his steps.

He circled the guards vicinity at a slow pace. An odd tension arose. Glancing over each one with a leisurely gaze, Ian began to speak.

You must absolutely protect the king you serve. Thats the only thing you need to do in this plan.

Some eyes radiated overt discomfort.

Clearly, they didnt take it kindly to hearing such words from a mere mercenary greenhorn.

Initially, they werent inclined to believe Meaves words either. If Ian had the skills she claimed, then he wouldnt have lived as a wanderer.

Though their inner thoughts were visible, Ian spoke unaffectedly.

And dont divulge the discussions held here anywhere. Not even to your families. You dont have the right to refuse this.

What if we refuse?

Someone blurted out.

A young man who had been sending arrogantly confident glances all along.

Tension arose on Miguels face behind Meave, and coldness settled in Phillips eyes as he blocked the door.

Ian smiled.

Youll probably die. Of course, youre just asking the obvious question.

What Did you say?

The young mans brow furrowed. He hadnt spoken, but his countenance incited others too.

If it werent for Meave, swords might have been drawn immediately.

With an expression indicating that Miguel wanted to dissuade right away, he bit his lips.

Only Ian and Meave remained undisturbed.

Ian continued speaking.

I wont suffer if the plan fails. Ill just leave the country. Its not my concern then. The ones left behind will bear the pain. You or the citizens of this country.

According to the plan, can we prevent all those tragedies?

The middle-aged member who had pressed on the young mans shoulder spoke.

Ian shrugged.

Well, who knows. But at the very least, we can prevent this nation from falling into the hands of the Fallen.

Are there truly so many hypocrites hiding in Agellan?

However, this was a red light, and it even felt sinister.

In the meantime, Meave, who had stopped in front of Lawson, swung her sword without uttering a word.

Swoosh.

Lawsons head was cleanly severed.

Meave, who turned her icy gaze without any emotion, looked at Ian.

No integrity, huh? I thought I had concealed it well.

They must have considered the possibility and sent their minions. They had to keep an eye on the guild one way or another. They probably didnt think I could distinguish them.

Ian spoke nonchalantly.

He had requested this meeting to identify the possible Fallen hidden within their ranks.

Maeve turned to look at the members.

Her eyes were as cold as ice, unlike when she looked at Ian.

As you can see, Ian is a Divine Knight recognized by the stern goddess. If he didnt have the qualifications, the goddess wouldnt bless him. Also, I am not an Apostle of Judgment. I am an Apostle of Vengeance, and all the Corrupted in Agellan are the targets of my revenge. So, if anyone still has doubts, speak up now.

I dont have any doubts.

Starting with the middle-aged member, the answers followed one by one.

I dont have any doubts.

Finally, Jonathan, who answered last, lowered his head toward Ian.

I sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding and rudeness. I will accept any punishment.

A true knight in shining armor.

Ian smirked at the overly polite tone and expression.

Follow what I said.

Of course. Well

Call me Ian.

Yes, Sir Ian. I will follow your orders faithfully.

Not a knight title.

Ian chuckled and exchanged a glance with Maeve before nodding his head.

Then lets get back to the main topic. Once the meeting is convened, we need to discuss how all of you should move.

The knights nodded their heads.

Each of their faces was serious, devoid of any signs of laughter.

Now, finally, they realized what they needed to protect the king from.

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Ippotranslation

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When the meeting was over, it was already past midnight by the time everyone left.

While Phillip and Miguel dealt with the bodies and the servants cleaned up the blood stains,

Ian and Maeve stood facing each other in the garden.

If they do their part, things should become easier.

Now that weve confirmed the presence of the Fallen, at least they wont betray us.

Ian nodded, then his gaze suddenly stopped at the end of a corridor.

Lucia, who had been looking in their direction, turned around immediately.

Oh, right. I havent introduced you to that child yet.

Maeve, who followed Ians gaze, spoke.

Ian shook his head.

Ive already greeted her. She even came to find me.

She came? For what purpose?

She asked me to protect you.

To Maeve, this seemed unimaginable.

Ian smirked.

She must have seemed rather vulnerable.

Its hard to imagine that Lucia did that. Shes a kid who rarely reveals her true feelings.

She thought that everyone she loves ends up dying as a curse.

Cursed?

Yes. She said everyone she loves is cursed to die.

Ian turned his gaze back to Maeve.

Probably why she doesnt reveal her emotions easily.

.

A trace of sympathy and tenderness flickered in Maeves eyes.

Ah, here comes another long-winded story of tragic background.

Ian, sensing this, commented.

Anyway, time is running out. At the very least, we need to start before The Duke discovers the link between Orundels rebellion and Sir.

Maeves expression grew serious.

Ian added in a low voice.

If theres irrefutable evidence, we wont know what he might do.

Thats true. As soon as its dawn, well begin.

However, it was already two more days until the scheduled meeting.

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