Chapter 16: The Unknown Enemy (2)

Chapter 16: The Unknown Enemy (2)

So, are we going with just us three?

Esther asked with a sullen expression on her face, while Harkin scratched his curly hair.

Well, a shieldman, a priest, and a knight make up the bare minimum. Were missing a long-range attacker. It would be perfect if we had an archer Priestess, do you know any archers?

No, I dont. And my name is Esther, by the way.

Harkin ignored Esthers correction and turned to Dale.

What about you, Sir Dale?

No.

I dont know one either. So we need to find someone new. Can we manage that?

Dale shook his head.

Mercenaries showed interest in Dale but still maintained a strong sense of caution.

Finding a decent archer would require time and money, and unfortunately, they were short on time.

Theres also the chance that the survivors are still alive. We need to hurry.

I agree with Sir Dale. If there is someone who can be saved, of course we must save them.

Esther agreed with Dale.

However, Harkin seemed indifferent to it all. The term missing mercenaries was almost synonymous with the dead.

Well, alright then. In that case, cant we find someone from the temple of the night? From what I know, followers of the goddess of the night dont necessarily join the mercenaries guild and work independently.

It was more accurate to say they werent able to join the guild, rather than they didnt want to.

They too faced the same difficulties as Dale.

When the idea of adding another heretic was brought up, Esther made a displeased face.

Dale alone was enough to challenge her faith.

After a moment of contemplation, Dale also shook his head.

It doesnt seem like a good idea. I dont want to take someone whose identity we dont know.

Well, yeah. Theyre all a bit off in the head anyway

Harkin caught himself mid-sentence and quickly added,

I wasnt talking about Sir Dale, though.

Be careful.

Yes.

In the end, it was decided that only the three of them would go.

Having fewer people was certainly a disadvantage in terms of strength.

But it wasnt all bad.

The fewer people you have, the faster you can react in times of crisis. At least they wouldnt trip over each other.

Moreover, fewer people meant greater rewards for each individual.

The trio immediately went to the guild to complete their report. Garland nodded upon seeing them.

Harkin, Sir Dale, and Lady Esther, I see. Ive already prepared the carriage and the necessary items for the journey. I wish you good luck on your task.

Dale nodded his head and strode forward.

Harkin and Esther followed him.

Once aboard the prepared luggage carriage, Dale spoke to Harkin.

Youll be the coachman.

Me? Do I have to?

Should I do it then? And she doesnt know how to handle horses.

Dale pointed to Esther and the latter narrowed her eyes.

Wait a minute. Why do you assume I cant drive a carriage?

Do you know how to?

I dont, but dont just assume that I cant.

Harkin sighed deeply.

Ill do it.

As Harkin grasped the reins, the two well-groomed horses moved their legs vigorously.

The carriage slowly left the city gates and entered the main road.

People from the slums gazed blankly in their direction.

They did not approach.

It was an unspoken rule not to beg from those leaving the city.

The day was warm.

The midday sun streamed over the carriage.

While feeling a little uncomfortable from the stinging sensation, Dale polished his longsword with a rag.

This one was a new sword that he purchased after the one he used in the fight with Miles and his underlings was chipped.

I paid quite a bit for it, so hopefully it wont break easily this time.

Esther took out a bible from her belongings and read it. The paper was completely frayed from how often she had read it.

Esther was undisturbed by her surroundings as she focused solely on the text of the bible.

The sunlight also fell on Esthers head.

Her already radiant platinum hair shone even more brilliantly.

A beautiful priestess reading the Bible.

It was quite a sight to behold.

If a bunch of devout believers were to see her, they might have caused a commotion, mistaking her for a saint.

Fortunately, there was no one like that here. Dale was endlessly tending to his weapon, while Harkin yawned lazily with sleepy eyes.

Unable to bear the boredom, Harkin asked,

Why dont we have a chat to pass the time?

Im not bored.

Oh, come on. There must be something to talk about. For example, the story about how Sir Dale recently dealt with Miles and his lackeys and made a tidy profit.

Dale stopped polishing his sword.

I was wondering about that earlier. How do you know about that?

Of course, in the church, it was believed that prayer brightened the soul, and this applied to everyone who heard it.

In essence, Esther was offering a prayer for Dale and Harkin.

But isnt Sir Dale of a different religion?

Dark knights were those who had received the baptism of the night and were seekers of darkness.

An entity that is the opposite of the churchs paladin.

If the situation were reversed and a prayer of darkness was recited in front of a church paladin, might it have been interpreted as a declaration of battle, provoking an aggressive response?

Harkin scratched his curly hair with a complex expression on his face.

He had felt it before, but this young priestess seemed to possess that typical obstinate attitude of the devout believers.

A belief that anything is allowed if one believes it to be right.

Harkin cautiously observed Dale, thinking he might find it offensive.

Just then, Dale removed his helmet.

Harkin swallowed hard.

But the corners of Dales mouth, now revealed, were slightly turned up. It was enough to be considered a smile.

The surprised Harkin blurted out without thinking.

Eh, you actually know how to smile?

What do you mean?

I thought dark knights couldnt smile Why are you smiling, then?

Why had he smiled?

After a moment of thought, Dale answered.

Just. I was suddenly reminded of my grandfather.

Your grandfather? Come to think of it, Ive never heard stories about Sir Dale.

In truth, Harkin had often been curious but had never bothered to ask.

He just assumed Dale wouldnt respond anyway.

It was common for knights who embraced darkness to have a sinister past, and they usually preferred not to speak of it.

But seeing that Dale didnt seem to mind, Harkin felt encouraged and asked his question.

Could you start by telling me which kingdom youre from? Lepanto? Baiman? Or perhaps one that no longer exists?

Kingdom, huh? I cant say exactly.

Then give me a brief description. Was it famous for its seas, or did it have a long history?

Dale pondered how to respond.

Describing modern Korea wasnt easy. Talking about democracy or technological advancements seemed too far-fetched.

After some thought, Dale remembered that the people of this world had a strong interest in religion.

So, he tailored his explanation accordingly.

It was a country where over half the population didnt believe in a god. My grandfather was a man who, even in such place, never lost his faith and lived devoutly.

Beyond that, nothing else about Korea came to mind.

Harkin blurted out.

Sounds like a cursed place. Almost like hell, isnt it?

Even among mercenaries with little religious devotion, a complete absence of faith was practically unheard of.

In this world, since gods truly existed, peoples hearts inevitably harbored the presence of a deity, be it small or large.

Esther, who had been eavesdropping with interest, joined in.

Ive heard about it. Among the old dwarven kingdoms, there was one cursed for not worshiping a god. Is your place similar to that?

Well, with such a vast continent, there are all sorts of kingdoms.

Can there also be an atheist country in this world?

Though he was briefly puzzled, Dale moved on.

My grandfather used to recite something akin to a prayer before meals. It was called a verse Seeing Esther reminded me of him, and thats why I laughed.

Esthers expression brightened.

Your grandfather must have been a deeply devoted man!

Yes, he was.

His faith wasnt in the light goddess though but Dale chose not to elaborate on that.

As Esther seemed about to probe further, Dale said,

My grandfather was deeply devout, but he never imposed his beliefs on anyone. Thanks to that, I didnt inherit his religion. I respect my grandfather for that.

Having said this, Dale looked intently at Esther and asked,

Do you understand, Esther?

Esther must have had her reasons for urging Dale to join her in prayer.

Perhaps she hoped that this knight, who had embraced darkness, would turn back to the light.

Esther must have acted in good faith. Dale was not particularly offended either.

He saw his relationship with the goddess of the night as a mutual exchange rather than as true devotion to darkness.

However, to others, Dale appeared as a follower of the night goddess and Esther was aware of this fact.

Her behavior was, in essence, very rude.

If it had been any other dark knight other than Dale, Esther would have had a sword stuck in her heart by now.

Esther met Dales emotionless eyes and slowly lowered her head.

Im sorry. I made a mistake.

Dont worry about it. Next time, pray with Harkin instead.

Ugh! Why am I being dragged into this?

When Harkin stepped back, Dale grabbed his shoulder. Harkin grimaced in pain.

Ow, that hurts! Alright, Ill pray, just let go of me Ahh!

Dale pulled Harkin forcefully towards him. Harkin screamed and fell forward, spilling the bowl of soup on the ground.

The next moment, a sharp spike whizzed through the air.

It passed right where Harkins head had been just a moment earlier.

Dale stood up and drew his sword.

It looks like a guest has arrived.