< Episode 14. Madman in the cave. >
Shaaaaaa-!
The view outside the cave was truly spectacular.
It was hard to see the rain pouring like crazy.
I felt like I was watching a waterfall pouring down in front of my eyes.
Fellas thought he would never have thought to see such a fantasy landscape in his lifetime.
Of course, apart from that, his physical strength died.
Pelas sat slumped on the floor, dazed and stunned.
Barzan approached him.
Barzan spoke to Pelas first.
"It is also a way to temporarily remove the chest armor."
Pelas looked back at him.
Barzan felt that his tone was much softer than yesterday.
In fact, it was a bit embarrassing Fellas.
He was the one who thought he might come out rather harsh because he went so far yesterday.
Thanks to that, last night I was thinking about how to deal with it in the future.
'But rather, I thought it would come out like this. What happened?'
Words that don't seem to have any bad intentions.
There was no reason not to listen.
Pelas thought for a moment, then loosened the pins on his armor.
Hairy.
The armor fell off, and the rainwater trapped in the armor poured down.
At first glance, Pelas' appearance changed to resemble those of Vatinova's knights.
Certainly, Fellas felt relieved by doing so.
He took off his thigh protection as well.
Like the other Vatinova knights.
When he took off his armor and threw off his wet face, he looked like a real mercenary.
But Pellas rather liked it now.
It was because he became closer to the image of him stirring the fields of the Winter War as an adventurer in the game.
"I think I understand now why you guys went around in these outfits."
At those words of Pelas, the expressions of the Batinova knights subtly raised their lips.
After all, they were knights too.
A knight from the Countess of DiMeo, not anywhere else.
It was the day they first heard praise from the lineage of the count.
I have lived in the county of Dimeo all my life, but to the lineage of the count's family I have never seen before.
They were the ones who kept forgetting about honor and living, but they didn't seem to be like that on the inside.
"Hahaha! I only thought you were a blind master, but you're quite flexible! Ordinary nobles don't take off their armor even if they die soon."
Pelas turned to the direction of the voice.
He was one of those who had been humming loudly a moment ago.
"Because I'm not that tight-knit personality."
"You're a fun person."
"Seeing that you're constantly fighting back, you seem to have a personality that needs to say something."
"Even if I hit back and forth, I tend not to say the wrong thing."
"At least I like that confidence. Are you as skilled as that tongue?"
He glanced around and replied with a smirk.
"I don't see how many people are comforting me here either?"
"Ohhh. Really? Are you sure?"
At his words, the faces of the knights of Count DiMeo's family were once again contorted.
It was because his gaze clearly included the knights of Count DiMeo.
Of course, or not, the man continued talking.
"I told you. I tend not to say the wrong things."
"What's your name?"
"This is Henderson."
"Henderson. Remember."
"It would be an honor if you would."
Barzan clapped his hands and ended the conversation.
"Now. I don't know if the monsters are still around, so I'll stop chatting here. I'll take a few people and look around inside. We need to make sure this place is safe."
Pelas stopped Barzan from reaching out with an outstretched palm.
Barzan tilted his head and asked.
"Why is that?"
"You stay. Me and Havertz look inside."
"The Bocchan? It might be dangerous. I'd be better off in an unexpected situation. Rather than the Bocchan."
You could tell by the look on his face.
that this is not a provocation.
That the words came out of worry.
It was Barzan whose attitude had changed a lot since yesterday.
He didn't hate it, but Pelas had to step in himself.
Because the shrine's gloves were really right in front of me now.
Pelas looked back at Havertz and continued.
"Whatever it is, it's not like I don't trust Havertz here either."
It was Havertz who had passed middle age and was approaching old age, but the momentum radiating from him was clearly different no matter who saw it.
Although he always puts on a relaxed expression, the strength hidden under it was never the kind of thing to be taken lightly.
There was no way Barzan, who had a lot of experience in combat, would not have noticed it.
"Hmm..."
Pelas pointed to both Barzan and Robben and added.
"Besides, if one of the two disappears, I think there will be a fight between our knights. I can't see that. At least as long as I'm the commander."
As Pelas said, Henderson's provocation already made the Knights of Count DiMeo and the Knights of Vatinova in an atmosphere on the verge of bursting into flames.
Their faces looked as if they were looking at each other.
Barzan had no choice but to admit that part.
Havertz replied quietly with a friendly smile.
"I'll take good care of you, Bocchan. Commander of the Knights of Barzan, please lead the main unit."
"Okay, but please take one more. That will put my mind at ease."
When Barzan barely nodded in agreement, Pelas stood up.
His gaze swept over the knights.
The knights of Count Dimeo, who were wearing full armor, were exhausted from the heavy rain and it was difficult to take them.
Then there was only one option.
Taking one of the knights of Vatinova who seems to have some stamina left thanks to moving in light armor.
Pelas' gaze, which had been moving widely, was fixed on Henderson.
Seeing him teasing his tongue a little while ago, it was because he seemed to have the most stamina among them.
"Well then, let's go caving. Havertz, Henderson."
On the other hand, Henderson was startled when his name was suddenly called at an unexpected moment.
"Me too?"
Pelas grinned at him.
"Is there any other Henderson here besides you?"
* * *
Woo woo woo.
A whistle created by the rain and wind coming in from the entrance.
The deeper we went into the cave, the more eerie the sound of the wind became.
Pelas and Havertz and Henderson.
The three continued to go deeper into the cave.
They were moving forward, holding torches to light the way.
"By the way, young master, did you really come to this cave for something? At first glance, I heard it wasn't hunting."
Pellas skipped words.
After all the hardships as a group, what would you say if you came to pick up a pair of gloves?
Besides, he wouldn't have known if he didn't know the character of the Vatinova knights, but Pelas didn't have the confidence to talk about it.
"Keuheum. There's something like that."
"No, it's only when you understand it. It's the first time you've seen the way, but you're walking well like a person who has a clear understanding of the cave..."
In fact, Havertz, who was walking next to Pelas, was also surprised.
As Henderson said, Pelas was walking in the cave so comfortably that it didn't look like it was his first time.
When he first talked about precognitive dreams, he was dubious.
But now I could definitely believe it.
Other than precognitive dreams, it seemed that nothing could explain the present Pelas.
'You really must have had a dream given by God. sorry. The small man couldn't even believe that word properly.'
he made a promise to himself.
He said he would protect his son-in-law even at the cost of his whole body.
That much, now, in Havertz's eyes, Pelas was almost like a mythological hero.
Of course, Pelas, who had no way of knowing what Havertz was thinking, just walked happily.
When I was walking in the Vatinova Forest, I couldn't tell where I was, but it was thanks to the terrain that I was finally familiar with.
'I've walked this road several times, but if I can't penetrate it, that's even more strange.'
In unfamiliar forests, it was common to step on mud and slide every step, but this place was different.
Every floor was vividly remembered.
Thanks to this, even after hitting like this, the physical strength was not consumed too much.
Besides, there were no traps in this cave, so there was no need to worry about going quickly.
But Henderson was nearly killed by Pellas' speed.
"Oh, boy. What's so urgent. Let's go slowly. Slow down. Reconnaissance isn't like that."
While advancing on Henderson's grumbling, they had no choice but to stop in an unexpected situation.
Wedge, turong!
An arrow that flew in the dark.
The arrow went right through Henderson's torch.
Henderson is startled.
"Oops! Crazy?!"
In response to an unexpected attack, the three immediately pulled out their weapons.
Serung, Serung, Serureung!
Havertz frowned and whispered lowly.
"I'm afraid I'll have to be careful. It's flying out of my senses, so it's quite a distance. Still, the accuracy isn't average."
At his words, Pelas and Henderson swallowed dryly.
standoff for a short period of time.
Pelas' party couldn't move forward, but the arrows didn't fly anymore either.
As Henderson stepped forward and carefully tried to stretch his foot again, again.
Wedge, turong!
This time, an arrow lodged in Henderson's foot.
He was startled and annoyed.
"Damn it!"
Just then, a voice rang out from the depths of the cave.
"Go back! If you come in more, next time I'll pierce your forehead!"
Pelas' expression also darkened.
There was no such event in Winter War 3.
It was a completely unexpected situation.
Originally, it was just a matter of pulling out the gloves from the corpse, which had become white bones.
It was a shrine glove that could be obtained so easily, but the situation was going differently than I remembered.
But coming all the way here and just going back didn't please me too much.
Pelas made a decision when he saw the shield slung over Henderson's back.
"Just guessing from the voice, it looks like it's wounded. Breathing quivered while talking."
Havertz, who has a good sense of humor, agreed with Pelas' words, and Henderson also seemed to feel that his voice was unstable.
"Come to think of it, it certainly was."
"Henderson. Pass the torch to me and put your shield in front.
At his command, the two nodded in response.
"Oh, boy. You have better momentum than I thought, right?"
"All right."
Henderson stretched forward a shield the size of his torso and began to march.
Behind him, Pelas followed close behind, holding a torch.
Wedge, turong! Wedge, turong!
As he moved forward, the arrow's resistance became stronger.
However, blocking an arrow flying in a straight line from a fixed direction was not that difficult for the knight Henderson.
The distance with the enemy getting closer and closer.
Now, it was to the point where I could vaguely see the string of the bow being drawn.
"I would have told you not to come!"
Contrary to the threatening tone, the mercenary's voice became more urgent as the distance got closer.
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