Chapter: 108
“…If you hadn’t saved me, I wouldn’t have let you off so easily.”
The moment I heard Adri’s words, I couldn’t help but think, “What would you have done if you didn’t let me off?” But I kept those words to myself.
What good would it do to provoke someone who’s actually trying to help?
Even though I might have thrown some shade by now, I’d better hold my tongue.
…
I couldn’t shake off this feeling of being slowly consumed by my skills.
What if, in the future, my skills disappear and I end up trash-talking others unconsciously?
“Damn brat. Just take care of the one in front. I’ll handle the rest.”
‘Understood.’
“Got it. Lonely old lady.”
When she mentioned the one in front, was she referring to the knight who told me to move aside?
[Looks like you naturally took on the burden.]
‘Really?’
[That guy is the leader of these knights. They told you to hold the commander down. Do you understand what that means? ]
Of course. No matter how great the knights are, if there’s no one to hold the center, the coordination will inevitably struggle.
Especially with those who’ve lost most of their sanity.
So, Adri’s request was for me to hold down the strongest and most annoying leader while she dealt with the minions.
Maybe getting stuck in this loop for too long has made her quite cunning.
Pretending to handle everything while offloading the heaviest task to me.
But hey, at least I would have been in trouble if it weren’t for Adri.
I looked at the knights, raising my shield.
Their gaze wasn’t on me but on Adri.
That’s not only because they despise her but also because they probably see her as the bigger threat.
That’s only natural.
What’s scarier: a necromancer that can handle an entire dungeon or a small girl with a shield?
A typical tank would struggle to draw aggro here.
Compared to Adri, my presence is as light as air.
But I’m not a typical tank.
I’ve got some killer taunt skills under my belt.
“Trashy knights of the pathetic god, dancing for the cheap evil god!♡”
As soon as I shouted that, all their attention snapped to me.
“Aren’t you embarrassed for striking a pose?♡ If it were me, I would’ve killed myself out of shame already!♡”
– I’m prepared for the shame. We exist in this world due to the will of the gods…
“Are you talking about that trashy god?♡ Really?♡”
– How dare you tarnish the name of the god!
Even while dancing to Agra’s tunes, they hadn’t forgotten Armadi’s name.
How pitiful and pathetic.
From the way they’re acting, they honestly believe they’re doing the right thing.
“Did you know?♡ That trashy god doesn’t hate necromancers?♡”
– What nonsense is this?
– How would you know that!
“Because I’m the apostle of the trashy god, you lowly knights!♡”
The very god you blindly follow is nudging me to save Adri instead of holding back.
If he truly hated necromancers, this wouldn’t be happening, right?
– Are you trying to trick us?
“Seriously dumb!♡ It’s exactly because of your stupidity that you dance for the evil god!♡ Trashy intelligence!♡ You’re a heretic who’s never even heard the god’s voice, right? When you see a cross, does it purify you?♡”
– Shut up!
As the head knight in front charged with emotions running high, the objects that had been floating around suddenly targeted the knights behind him.
Normally, he would’ve ordered his men on how to deal with me, but right now, he didn’t have the luxury of that.
His gaze was fixed solely on my face.
I braced myself and parried the sword with my shield.
Sure enough, he was strong.
My hand holding the shield trembled slightly.
But I could hold on.
I’ve been through this countless times before.
“Are you really the knight commander? An orc swing would pack more punch!♡ Huh?♡”
Dealing with swords is second nature to me.
Back when I first started holding a shield, my sparring partner was with a sword, and recently, I’ve sparred with Frey non-stop.
Both are skilled in swordsmanship.
Whenever I raised my shield against them, you naturally compare.
If it were Frey, they’d be pressing me much harder right now.
If it were Karl, he would’ve noticed the gap on my right side and attacked elsewhere.
Neither would ever give me a chance to swing my mace.
To put it bluntly, the knight commander’s swordsmanship was lacking compared to those two.
If we looked at just physical stats, he might compare favorably with Frey, and perhaps even Karl.
But lacking skill with a sword, he was far from a threat.
“What kind of knight commander are you?♡ How pathetic must the previous church have been?♡”
– Shut up!
“Sorry, but you need to apologize to your underlings for following trash like you!♡ Apologize to the church for making a knight out of a piece of junk like you!♡”
– I told you to shut up!
“Are you mad?♡ What will you do? You can’t even scratch my shield, trash!♡”
He’s a knight commander whose sword skills were already lacking compared to Frey.
And now he’s letting his emotions take over, wildly swinging his sword.
It’s only natural that his technique deteriorates.
Right now, he wasn’t a knight.
What knight title would fit someone who couldn’t even wield their own body properly?
He was a monster.
A trashy monster with no intelligence but also lacking in physical prowess.
I deflected the strike and swung my mace.
Thud!
No matter how sturdy the armor, regardless of how tough the body…
As long as he’s a spirit, he can’t stand tall before my mace blessed by Armadi.
The knight clutched his side, where I had struck, and staggered back.
“Ha! So hitting by divine force actually hurts, does it?♡ Trashy necromancer!♡ Garbage that wouldn’t even be welcomed in hell!♡”
– Damn girl!…
I chuckled to find knights falling one by one to Adri’s magic behind me.
This is how it should be.
Adri makes this entire mansion a weapon; she’s not just someone you can defeat by sheer numbers.
Not long ago, I struggled because of my bad luck, but these knights were just fools who didn’t know her patterns!
If there had been a knight commander to lead them, they might have attempted to resist, but their commander was too busy glaring at me.
No ragtag group can resist a foe they clearly see as stronger.
Seeing Adri smiling as she tormented the knights, I realized I didn’t need to worry about her.
My task was to take down the knight commander.
It’d be enough to stall until those knights fell, but I could already imagine Adri would have a word or two for me after that.
Taking a deep breath, I silently prayed.
A myriad of sacred spells to boost my physical abilities.
Armadi’s divinity enveloped me.
[Are you going to take him down now?]
‘That’s the plan.’
[Do as you wish. You can win easily.]
I knew that without the old man needing to say it.
Even while internally answering, a smile crept onto my face.
I turned back to the charging commander.
I saw his sword.
Simple and straightforward.
There’s no scheme behind it.
Just a sword wildly flailing driven by emotions.
It felt way too easy to handle.
As I thrust my shield forward, it spoke to me.
The skill activated in perfect harmony with what I had proposed seconds earlier.
I moved the shield confidently.
The shield collided with the sword, and his poorly swung blade was sent bouncing back.
The gap opened as his sword raised up.
I targeted the side I had struck a moment ago, thrusting my mace into it, making the commander stumble back.
Now, shall we test this knight commander’s durability?
With a blow to his shoulder, I knocked his sword down.
With a smack to his face, I tore his sight away.
I kicked his stomach as he struggled for stability and knocked him down.
Then, I took my position atop him and brought my weapon down on his head.
Again and again.
Continuing until that form dissipated into ash.
When I lifted my head and looked around, the other knights had already fallen to Adri’s magic.
“Hey, you arrogant brat. That was way too cutthroat.”
Was it really?
I can’t really tell, since I can’t watch myself fighting.
“So, do you actually think there’s a guy out there who’d like you?”
‘Thanks for your concern, but you’re worried for nothing.’
“A lonely old lady has never held a guy’s hand, and you worry for me? How touching.”
“Hey! Are you serious?”
The term ‘lonely old lady’ seemed to have hit a nerve, and I skipped past the excited Adri, heading for the dungeon’s exit.
Was the reward for clearing this dungeon the sword used by the knight commander?
It’s decent but not significant to me.
After all, I plan on using the old man until I don’t need weapons again.
With a semi-final weapon in hand, why would I use anything else?
I might as well sell it through the Newman family or gift it to Karl or Frey.
Hmm. Since Frey will eventually get their own exclusive weapon, I won’t need to give them this, so it’s just Karl.
Picking up the sword and stepping outside with Adri, I spotted Visi leaning against the wall, dozing off.
I could wake her, but that would be lame.
Without saying a word, I looked at Adri, who stiffened her lips, as if catching my intention.
Adri hesitated momentarily before cautiously approaching Visi.
– Wake up, Visi.
As Visi slowly opened her eyes at the ghostly voice, she saw Adri’s smiling face and hugged her tightly.
“Adri! You’re back!”
– Yes. It’s thanks to her.
“Her? Oh! Young Lady Alrn! Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! I promise! I won’t speak ill of you again!”
So that meant she had said something bad before?
You contributed a bit to my reputation dropping, huh?
That’s a bit annoying.
Seeing the girl cry buckets made it too cruel for me to say anything, so I’ll let it slide this time.
As I passed Visi, excessively thanking me, I glanced over at Adri’s face, which was twitching with suppressed laughter.
It’s tough going from your natural self to acting coy in front of Visi, huh?
Don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret.
It also seems fun to see how long you can keep up the act.
Caught up in that thought, I smiled softly and halted at how oddly bright it was outside the mansion.
‘Visi.’
“Yo, attendant young lady.”
“Yes!”
‘Right now…’
“What time is it?”
“It’s… 8:47!”
[Hey girl, didn’t you say your first exam is at 9? ]
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Oh no.
This is not the time to be having an emotional reunion.
What if I end up late for the exam!?
I can’t afford to miss this one; it’s a quest set by the trashy god!
“I’m heading out first!” “Trash! I’ll go first?!”
“What?!”
– Young Lady Alrn?!
Over the broken second-floor window, I bolted from the mansion, rushing toward the exam venue.
I need to avoid being disqualified by arriving late!
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