Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

33 – If you want to get ahead, go into the tiger’s den (5)

Ain Waltland, this guy who introduced himself as a mid-level knight is different from Hans the other day. The momentum and gait were different.

If it was the feeling that Hans had halfway gait, commanded the flow of aura with spirit, and pretended to put it into his swordsmanship, that guy looked heavy and solid, as if he were looking at a huge rock.

I was so nervous that my hands holding the sword were full of strength.

And the eyes and attention of the people around me rushed all at once.

The reason is very simple. Because from now on, the morale of the guys around here will lean towards the winner depending on the outcome of our one-on-one match.

“Martin, you f*cking bastard! Show the spirit and spirit of a young cub! You can!”

“Give me true education with the spiciness of a mercenary!”

“Show me that the provocation you just threw at Hans wasn’t bravado! Kill them all!”

As I received everyone’s support, I felt a heavy burden on my shoulders.

But for some reason, I had an unfounded conviction that I would win, and my body was energized.

When Ain saw that I was being cheered on by everyone, he clicked his tongue.

“Weak assholes cheer each other by barking, but I don’t need that kind of support as an official knight of Count Philorang’s family. I only compete with skill and swordsmanship.”

…… Are you a crazy kid? No, just looking at it, everyone expects me, and that guy is just that kind of guy, so no one seems to be cheering for me.

You should scratch the inside of the poor bastard who is just escaping from reality.

“Isn’t that because Sir Ain has a dirty personality and is praying that his subordinates die right now? When I was a knight myself, there were many bastards who wanted me to die like that, so I know that.”

When I carefully told him that it was because he was not popular with his subordinates, Sir Ain became angry with a loud voice.

“To tarnish a knight’s honor, you must surely want to die! Stop it once and for all! You filthy and humble mercenary bastard with only a mouth!”

As Dalton did, Ain focused his aura on his leg and ran towards me at a high speed like a wild boar charging at a target.

The speed is like flying arrows, and the weight is like a four-wheeled car with big wheels.

A human who can’t use an aura doesn’t have to be hit by that sword, just by bumping into that body, his whole body will crumble like an egg hitting a rock.

‘f*ck, just looking at it makes me dizzy.’

However, I can use auras just like that guy, and through a few actual battles, I’ve even developed an eye that can read the opponent’s intentions and movements.

In a word, it’s worth trying.

“I don’t know what the Waltland family is, but don’t you know that words are a mirror that reveals a person? You bastard!”

After saying that, I also blocked the attack of the one with the aura on my sword.

I wanted to send his attack to the side, then use the momentum to poke the gap between the armor like Captain Dalton did.

However, unlike Nome Hans’ relatively light attack…

‘The sword is as heavy as a rock with an aura on it, damn it.’

I still couldn’t block Ain’s attack so easily with my abilities.

“Your pup is quite good at such a young age! To block a blow from the body of an intermediate knight from the family of Count Philorand!”

“Thank you very much. But I am not particularly grateful.”

“Because he is a lowly mercenary, he can’t even properly listen to the knight’s pure praise. Is this what a mercenary is?”

If you look at the main character of a cartoon or novel, there are sometimes scenes where he likes it when the enemy praises his skills, but I can’t sympathize with that at all.

That’s probably the case. When you interpret the words that those idiots praised me for being a bit okay, doesn’t it mean something like this?

‘You seem to have some skills, but you’re going to die to me anyway.’

It’s actually a word that hits me to look a bit dignified, but a guy who likes to hear that would be an idiot.

“Mercenary, mercenary, don’t ignore me!”

“Don’t you know that there is a wall of status between you and this person who was born into a noble family and has served Count Philorand for several generations, that I can neither dare nor cross!”

“That damn status, status! If you think about it like that, if you go back to your family’s ancestors, aren’t they just scumbags like me?”

Ain heard me and swung his sword full of rage.

“Hey, you bastard who is worse than this dog! How dare you insult our ancestors! No matter what I do, I will pluck out your tongue before I kill you!”

Having lost his cool, his attacks gradually became simple and obvious.

Slamming the neck from the front, punching the gap between the armpits, aiming for the gap between the waist and the gaiter, trying to knock me down with a physical fight, etc.

A guy who has lost his composure shouldn’t put in a fake when he has to deal with a swordsman of similar ability, or neglect reading while fighting his nerves.

He is losing his mind after swearing at his ancestors, whom he is so proud of.

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“How can I beat a knight of noble status if his sword skills aren’t so cool?”

“Yes, man! If you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you!”

“Kill if you can.”

The more Ain got excited, the more violently and strongly he pushed me, like a big wave and a strong gust of wind.

The simple and obvious of a knight who has been active in the real battle for decades, but his powerful attacks continued to receive, and it felt increasingly burdensome.

“Ugh… “

A low moan came out of my mouth involuntarily.

His arm, which had received more than a few heavy attacks, felt like it was going to cramp, and his legs became very heavy.

“Die, you lowly mercenary bastard! After becoming a headless ghost in the underworld, boast about being praised by Ain for his swordsmanship! Other than that, you lowly bastard has nothing to boast about!”

“I’m tired of making a f*cking side kick sound, rather make a bread side kick sound!”

“This bastard!”

If I were to compare his abilities with mine now, Ain’s abilities would be slightly higher than mine.

So it’s a worthwhile fight, but in order to fight more reliably and keep my body safe… When he shows a gap, don’t miss his moment and stab him at once.

As if Ain didn’t notice my intentions, he fell into the conceit that his skills were one step above mine and swung his sword nonstop as if he was trying to create a storm to overwhelm me.

“You lowly bastard!”

“You are even more humble when you only know what to say, you f*cking son of a b*tch!”

“To say that a noble knight is lowly!”

As I deliberately provoked him like a child, Ain lost control more and more.

And when I was swinging my sword, an attack aimed at my neck came in, with an idiotic honesty that I could clearly see.

‘If I miss this, I’m done!’

I bent my neck slightly to the left.

The tip of his sword swung a shallow cut on my neck.

I must have made a slight miscalculation.

I have to do better next time without making mistakes.

While reflecting, I calmly thrust my two-handed sword into his neck.

“Oh, not even a dog… “

At the point where the sword entered, blood gushed and poured like a fountain, soaking my body, and the feeling of digging into my hand was clearly conveyed.

I immediately cut off his head and held him high.

“Whitebeard mercenary, Martin Mayer, decapitates Valtland, a mid-level knight! Long live Count Salzheim!”

Then all eyes were on me.

As usual, I would watch the reaction, but the important thing now is to slaughter at least one more of Count Philorang’s subordinates in front of me to bring about victory.

So I immediately raised my sword and made a mudepo charge into the enemy camp.

Of course, the mercenary corps under the family of Count Salzheim and even the soldiers under Count Salzheim chased after me and ran wildly to help me.

“Follow the white beard mercenaries! Hurry up and follow me!”

“Kill no one left! Damn it’s time for us to pay back!”

“Let’s drive this momentum and take Count Filorand’s head!”

Even the guys from Count Philorand’s standing army, or even the knights, were taken aback.

“Everyone stay in formation! Large! Protect the formation!”

“The reinforcements will come soon!”

“We are far outnumbered! Don’t panic and move forward! Go ahead!”

Some wars are fought with numbers, but victory or defeat is always determined by which way the momentum leans.

Thus, even when facing 1,000 enemies, it is common to win with only 100 if your allies are holding the momentum well.

But what would the winning guys think if the situation suddenly changed and they were in the mood to be robbed?

‘Needless to say, it sucks.’

From then on, I, the Whitebeard mercenary, as well as the other mercenaries and the count’s soldiers all raised their spirits and slaughtered Count Philorand’s soldiers mercilessly.

If it was obvious, it would be obvious…

On this day, the mercenaries hired by Count Salzheim won the victory.

Of course, the number one contributor is our whitebeard mercenary.

The Count, who knew this better than anyone else, did not forget his duty and promised us a special treat unlike the other mercenaries, and we drooled along to receive and eat it.