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Translator: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 31: O Vulgar Slaughter, O Craven Survival. (9)
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A member of the Border Knight Order. The Third Knight, Kantas.
A veteran knight who had seen it all.
Yet all he could do was blink blankly.
“...”
Even for a seasoned veteran like him, this was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.
Ghouls.
Humans mutated by receiving vampire blood.
Monsters whose sense of self had died, leaving only the instinct to drink blood.
As far as Kantas knew, ghoulification was an irreversible curse.
‘But...’
The masked man, Garulik.
He claimed to belong to [the Slayers], a secret organization.
His rank was unit commander.
Apparently, they were vampire hunters who operated in the shadows across the continent.
Normally, Kantas would have laughed it off as nonsense. But after seeing this, he couldn't.
‘...He reversed ghoulification?’
A miracle.
For several hours now, the same scene had played out before his eyes.
“All riiight! One more, please!”
Shwaaaak-!
Ghouls were hurled through the air without a moment's rest.
Across from them stood Garulik, gripping a Balloon Knife.
The colorful blade shot forward, batting away the incoming ghouls.
“Sir Kantas! Catch them!”
“Uh... Ah! Understood!”
Kantas came to his senses a moment too late.
He caught the ghoul that had soared high into the air.
Thanks to his trained body, he was able to catch her securely.
“Ugh... Where am I...?”
A groggy murmur.
When Kantas looked down, he saw a girl in his arms, as though she had just woken from a deep sleep.
Her skin and eyes were no longer blood-red. She had returned to being human.
Kantas briefly explained the situation, then sent her over to the group of survivors.
“Senia? I-Is that really you, Senia?”
“Dad...!”
Another emotional reunion.
Kantas watched it all blankly.
‘What... is going on?’
He glanced down into the deep pit.
Just a few hours ago, it had been full of victims turned into ghouls.
But now, barely any ghouls remained.
Even the few that were left were being carried over by Bloodcraft...
‘...Is this a dream?’
Every time the Balloon Knife swung, a ghoul returned to human form.
It was an unreal sight.
Still, he had no choice but to believe it.
The people beside him were making enough noise.
“Captain, Captain! Did you see that? He got three ghouls at once...!”
“The ghouls turned back into humans! I've never seen anything like this in my life!”
“How did he do it? Captain! Is that person some kind of high-ranking priest?”
“Haa...”
Such childish fools.
They belonged to the Border Knight Order, just like Kantas. They were members under his command.
How did they have so much energy when they had only just become human again?
To make them calm down, Kantas smacked each of them on the head.
“Argh! Why are you hitting us?!”
“Honestly, Captain, you thought it was amazing too!”
Even then, the ghoul baseball continued.
Before long, only the final ball remained.
One of his subordinates muttered as though analyzing the situation.
“I can't sense any special energy from him. No mana, curses, demonic energy... nothing. At a glance, he would be impossible to distinguish from an ordinary civilian...”
“What? Then what are we looking at right now?”
“How should I know...?”
“I suppose that's true.”
“Could there be something hidden in that Balloon Knife? Maybe it contains some special energy, or perhaps it's actually a holy relic...”
“It looks like an ordinary Balloon Knife to me.”
“Idiot. It only looks ordinary. If it were normal, it would've popped several times already.”
“A holy relic...”
The members continued their idiotic conversation.
Kantas let out a deep sigh.
Yet inwardly, he quietly wondered.
‘Is that so...?’
Now that he looked at it, the Balloon Knife did seem unusually firm...
It certainly didn't look like an ordinary weapon.
Besides, Garulik was a unit commander in a worldwide organization.
He was skilled enough to occupy the Human Ranch by himself.
The idea that such a person would use an ordinary Balloon Knife was absurd from the start.
‘Could it really be a holy relic...?’
Kantas had already come to see that Balloon Knife as a powerful armament.
The Absolute Balloon Sword.
A holy sword worthy of being recorded in history.
The man quietly witnessed the miracle.
“Phew... Is that the end of it?”
“You have done well, Unit Commander Garulik.”
“Manre, you worked hard too.”
After successfully batting the final ghoul, the two returned at an unhurried pace.
Garulik and Manre.
They were troublemakers, but they were the strongest.
Survivors crowded around them.
There were noticeably more people than when they had first arrived.
It was the result of the ghouls in the pit being restored to normal.
-Sob, my daughter... I can hold you again...
-Oh, Mother! I thought I'd never see you again...
-Thank goodness, really... Sob, thank goodness...
Crying echoed everywhere.
But these tears were quite different from those of a few hours ago.
They were filled more with joy than sorrow, more with fulfillment than loss...
“...A miracle.”
Someone muttered.
Yes, it was a miracle.
There was simply no other way to explain it.
A hand of light had reached out to those buried in despair.
“Ahh...! Saint!”
“We greet God's messenger...”
“Thank you! Thank you, O God...!”
Tearful cries rang out.
Hundreds of people knelt before the mask.
They bowed their heads, filled with reverence and joy.
“Huh? Everyone...?”
The one they called a saint froze in place for a moment, seemingly flustered.
“Hmm... Ah.”
But then, as if he had grasped the situation, he nodded.
“That is correct.”
A benevolent voice rang out.
The man spread both arms wide.
In his hand was the sacred armament, the Absolute Balloon Sword.
A bearing worthy of being recorded in scripture.
“I am the messenger who carries out God's will.”
In truth, he had only wanted to stir things up...
Well, it was all for the best.
Colorful balloons blossomed in the air.
Before long, the Border Knight Order had knelt as well.
Kantas was so immersed in it all that tears streamed down his face.
“Sir Garulik! Sir Manre!”
The veteran knight looked up at them.
The Slayers.
Vampire hunters.
A secret organization unknown to anyone.
Their sacrifices went unrecognized by all.
And yet, they were warriors who wielded silver and stakes for the sake of others.
“A member of the Border Knight Order! Third in rank within it! The Third Knight, Kantas! I am deeply moved by your devotion!”
They were exactly the kind of heroes Kantas had dreamed of.
Such people had received God's will and were spreading holiness across the world.
“I swear upon the constellations above! The Border Knight Order will cooperate with the Slayers anytime, anywhere! Give me the word, and I will mobilize the entire order to support you! Please allow us to join your noble cause...!”
The Border Knight Order was an alliance of many small knight orders.
Its individual members were not particularly strong, but its scale surpassed that of most large knight orders.
They would surely be helpful.
“...Hehe.”
The clown merely laughed in reply.
All sorts of misconceptions were snowballing.
Ding!
[You have cleared a sub-quest!]
-Title: O Vulgar Slaughter, O Craven Survival.
-Details: Stop the vampires of the New Kingdom from building a Human Ranch. Rescue the people kidnapped by vampires.
[You have achieved the impossible!]
-Details: Rescued 113 civilians who had become ghouls.
-Result: Additional rewards will be granted!
[Rewards Obtained]
1. Unlimited favor from the city of Riventa.
2. Unlimited favor from the Border Knight Order.
3. Obtained the title [Saint].
Messages kept appearing without pause.
Behind his mask, the clown's eyes darted around.
Ding!
[One Misunderstanding has been activated 30 or more times!]
[A new Misunderstanding has been registered in the Misunderstanding Collector!]
.
[Misunderstanding Collector]
1. Step Skip
2. Slowdown
3. Parrying
4. Status Effect-Parrying
-> When one Misunderstanding is used 30 or more times, it will be registered in the Collector.
-> Misunderstandings registered in the Collector greatly reduce the user's burden.
The extravagant status window set off its celebratory fanfare.
With that, the fierce quest from the previous night came to an end.
* * *
After everything was over.
Carmilla and I returned to the academy.
We left plenty of gunpowder at the Human Ranch, then blew it up so thoroughly that no trace remained.
-Leave the rest to us!
-The Border Knight Order will handle everything perfectly.
Kantas's side would take care of the survivors we had rescued, along with all the complicated procedures that came with it.
I was grateful to skip dealing with all those troublesome people.
‘More importantly... I think I farmed a little too much favor.’
I had no idea how many times I had heard “thank you” today alone.
I'd gotten excited and done a lot, but would this be okay?
A few concerns came to mind, but I decided to brush them aside.
I felt like my body would melt away.
“Phew... I think I overdid it today.”
[Are you all right? Honestly, why don't you ever look after your own body...?]
“I won't die from it. If I sleep well in the dormitory, I'll probably recover.”
[Yes, there are no lectures tomorrow. This princess wants to sleep all day too...]
“You worked hard as well, Princess.”
Carmilla had returned to her bat form at some point.
I walked toward the dormitory building with her wriggling in my arms.
Then, on the way there.
“Student Viktor.”
“...?”
Someone stood in front of the building.
A woman leaned against the wall as if she had been waiting for me.
Red hair flowed beside her green eyes, like flowers in bloom.
“...Professor Javert?”
Javert.
The moment our eyes met, I couldn't help but stop.
“It's well past the dormitory curfew. Morning will be here soon.”
“...”
“And yet... where has Student Viktor been sneaking off to?”
“...”
A chill ran down my spine.
Her green eyes had turned cold.
I swallowed hard.
“Where were you all night?”
“...”
No.
Why is she here of all places...?
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