How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 75: ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐–๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ (๐Ÿ”)

โ€˜๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.โ€™

Johan thought to himself. Although Johan had instigated such a situation, it wasnโ€™t entirely unsurprising.

After all, the opponent had little choice. Johan dismounted his horse and drew his sword, intending to defeat anyone he faced without underestimating them.

โ€œ?โ€

However, the opponent did not move.

Standing still, the veins near Mahreetโ€™s eyes became distinct and darkened. The mercenary leader, drooling, began to speak with a trembling hand.

โ”๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ž. ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž!

It was a chilling voice, deep and powerful, vastly different from before.

At this voice, the mercenaries yelled out with a different emotion than before.

If the previous cheers were of respect for a brave knight, now they were of fear towards an incomprehensible mystery.

โ€œThe leader prophesies!โ€

โ€œEveryone shut up! The leader is prophesying!โ€

Mahreet continued to pour out prophecies towards Johan.

โ”๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ! ๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž-๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐. ๐”๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง, ๐ง๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ!

Johan listened to Mahreetโ€™s prophecy with an amused expression, not believing a word.

Suetlg had advised that prophecies are often wrong and inaccurate, and Johan, by nature, was far from such blind faith.

Arenโ€™t these just forced, possibly wrong predictions?

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Œ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ-๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ? ๐˜˜๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ.โ€™

If Johan had been an ordinary knight, he might have panicked at the thought of facing the Emperorโ€™s forces. However, Johan asked without flinching.

Such prophecies I can make too!

โ€œIs that all?โ€

โ”๐€๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐ค๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ! ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ฉ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐œ๐ฒ?

โ€œIs that all? Tell me more. Canโ€™t you see what will happen to your own neck?โ€

Johan took a step forward. Then something strange happened. A black, ghost-like figure began to appear behind Mahreet.

Despite this unusual phenomenon of a black ghost appearing behind someone in broad daylight, the surrounding mercenaries showed no reaction.

Johan realized that he was the only one who could see this ghost.

โ”๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค. . .

โ€œAnd your neck?โ€

โ”๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ. . .

โ€œSo, your neck?โ€

With each question, Johan stepped closer. With each step, the black ghost became darker and more violently agitated, as if it feared Johan.

A strong spirit dominates the mystical.

Johanโ€™s unshakable soul shook his opponent.

Finally, Johan stood before Mahreet.

โ€œNow, what do you think will happen to your neck?โ€

โ”๐„๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ. . .

๐’๐ง๐š๐ฉ!

Johan struck Mahreetโ€™s face. Mahreet flew sideways. Johan spoke fiercely.

โ€œHow dare someone who canโ€™t foresee their own future prophesy? Better worry about saving your own neck. Who are you? Come out and face me!โ€

โ”๐ˆ ๐š๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž. . .

Instead of answering, Johan repeatedly struck Mahreetโ€™s face. Blood splattered, and his mouth was shut. Without being able to open his mouth, even if he tried to prophesy, there was no way.

Eventually, it was the black ghost that surrendered.

Johan was unfazed by dozens of prophecies, but the ghost could no longer endure.

Above Mahreet, a black mass billowed and bloomed. Only now visible, the mercenaries screamed in alarm.

โ€œMy God! What is that?!โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a malevolent spirit! A malevolent spirit!โ€

Johan caught the malevolent spirit. Not with a silver-plated sword or blessed ash wood, but with his bare hands.

However, the strong power of Johanโ€™s soul enabled him to grasp the malevolent spirit with his bare hands. Once caught, Johanโ€™s formidable strength was unleashed.

Johan exerted all his strength to crush the malevolent spirit. As his grip intensified, the malevolent spirit screamed silently.

โ€œMy name is Valkalmur! Valkalmur! Spare me, Sir Knight! As a humble spirit, I will serve you!โ€

The true names of all things mysterious and bizarre were the source of their power. The moment the true name was revealed, the entity became subservient.

Unable to withstand it and revealing its true name, the form of the malevolent spirit vanished as if melted by light.

And Johan deeply realized from within his soul that he had subdued this malevolent spirit.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

โ€œItโ€™s getting too late.โ€

Crossing the bridge with mercenaries, Suetlg looked at the camp with a subtle expression.

Although Johanโ€™s confidence as a knight was understandable, Suetlg was a wizard.

To a wizard, bravery and foolhardiness were not much different. Who would compensate for the bravery if an unlucky arrow flew in and cut off the breath?

โ€œSir Gerdolf. It seems we must go to aid Sir Johan, but entering with soldiers might cause misunderstanding. Can you manage if itโ€™s just you and me?โ€

Even if the opposition had a fierce formation with raised spears, Gerdolf would have agreed.

Gerdolf nodded without hesitation.

โ€œThen letโ€™s go! Move aside! I need to see your leader!โ€

Suetlg and Gerdolf spurred their horses towards the main gate of the fiefdom.

As the two charged alone, the mercenaries, unable to stop them, stepped aside in confusion. It didnโ€™t seem like an attack, and the fact that they had already been allowed to pass once played a big part.

After passing the main gate, it was easier inside. The mercenaries were nowhere to be seen, perhaps due to some commotion within.

Reaching the center of the fiefdom easily, Suetlg was startled by the sight in the distance.

Johan was grappling with a malevolent spirit with both hands, trying to tear it apart.

โ€˜๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด??!โ€™

It was unclear how one ended up wrestling with a malevolent spirit barehanded in broad daylight, but it had to be stopped.

Entities like spirits or malevolent spirits should not be recklessly confronted by non-wizards.

Even well-prepared wizards sometimes failed to subdue them and got devoured, let alone someone who wasnโ€™t a wizard.

Suetlg frantically searched for blessed holy water and elixirs. But it was unnecessary.

The form of the malevolent spirit had disappeared.

It was unbelievable, but there was only one reason: Johan had subdued it. Suetlg made the sign of the cross, something he hadnโ€™t done in a long time.

โ€œGod. . . if you were to show a miracle, it would have been enough to show it in my youth. . .!โ€

โ€œ???โ€

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

Suetlg first checked Johanโ€™s hand. Fortunately, it was intact without a single wound. The situation was more serious for Mahreet, who had been beaten badly. Mahreet was gasping for breath, spewing foam.

โ€œW-Wizard-nim. Milordโ€™s condition is a bit. . .โ€

โ€œGive this potion to your master. He will be fine soon.โ€

โ€œT-Thank you!โ€

Although outsiders were using the leaderโ€™s tent as they pleased, no mercenary dared to speak up about it. They had just seen Johan subdue a malevolent spirit.

Suetlg listened in as much detail as possible to what had happened to Johan. It was unbelievable, but Suetlg tried his best to believe it.

โ€œWhat did I subdue?โ€

โ€œA malevolent spirit. Normally, itโ€™s impossible to subdue it like that. . .โ€

It seemed the mercenary leader was called a prophet for a reason. With a malevolent spirit dwelling in him, it must have appeared to the mercenaries as if he was making prophecies.

โ€œCan a malevolent spirit make prophecies?โ€

โ€œAnyone can prophesize. But a malevolent spirit never gives a proper prophecy. It leads people to ruin with malicious mockery and pranks.โ€

โ€œThis mercenary leader was quite successful, wasnโ€™t he?โ€

โ€œIt was just his luck.โ€

Among many prophecies, those of the malevolent spirit were particularly poor in quality. Initially granting glory, but soon dragging one into a quagmireโ”that was the nature of its prophecies.

The best way was to simply ignore them.

Ignoring them, be it spirits or malevolent spirits, they couldnโ€™t interfere. Suetlg noticed that Johan was not at all swayed by the opponentโ€™s prophecy. The strength must have frightened and shaken the malevolent spirit.

โ€œAt first, only I could see them, and not the mercenaries. Why is that?โ€

โ€œPerhaps itโ€™s because youโ€™ve faced many evil things. Like the Death Knight. . .โ€

Living in close proximity to mystery makes one closer to it.

Johan, who had subdued a Death Knight, found it not strange to see a malevolent spirit dwelling in someone.

โ€œSo, how does it feel to have used magic?โ€

โ€œ?โ€

โ€œI asked, how does it feel to have used magic?โ€

โ€œIs this magic? But last time. . .โ€

Suetlg nodded.

To wield magic, one needs to be interested in and understand the mystery.

But there were always exceptions.

โ€œRight. It requires complicated procedures and processes. You have to be interested in the mystery. But sometimes, even someone who knows nothing can perform magic with innate talent and instinct alone. Like a gravedigger who has lived near a tomb for a long time, casting exorcism spells with chants learned from ancestors, or a shepherd wandering all their life, predicting the future just by looking at the stars.

What you showed is similar. Taming the malevolent spirit with the power of voice and soul, thatโ€™s magic.โ€

โ€œWell, if you think about it, I subdued it with strength.โ€

โ€œ. . .Well, anyway.โ€

Johan summoned Valkalmur from his soul. A small black shadow flickered on the palm of his hand. Once his true name was revealed and subdued by Johan, Valkalmur was no longer a malevolent spirit scheming evil. It had become merely a strand of dark power, stripped of intelligence and voice, and subjugated.

There was less Johan could do with Valkalmur than he had thought. It was barely stable enough to lift a sheet of paper.

โ€œThinking magic is not all that special, arenโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œ!โ€

โ€œNo need to be surprised. I felt the same at the beginning. Getting into magic is just the start. Isnโ€™t that how it is with everything in the world? Gradually, youโ€™ll be able to do more. Just keep an interest and explore.โ€

โ€œI understand.โ€

Johan had intended to practice with this power he had acquired at his leisure. Suetlg looked at Johan as if it was nothing new.

โ€œBut to subdue a malevolent spirit with your voice. . . You might be well-suited to be a priest.โ€

Traditionally, priests were better at handling such malevolent spirits than wizards. A deeply faithful priest could scare off a malevolent spirit with just his voice.

โ€œActually, more with fists than with my voice. . .โ€

โ€œIf anyone asks, say you subdued it with your voice. That sounds more plausible.โ€

Suetlg spoke decisively.

Subduing a malevolent spirit with a voice seemed more plausible than with fists.

The former sounded like a person full of faith, while the latter seemed more like a brute.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

As the mercenaries whispered rumors that โ€˜๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ,โ€™ Mahreet woke up. Suetlg, who was beside him, looked at Mahreet and asked.

โ€œYou must have slept soundly for once, without any nightmares.โ€

โ€œHow. . . How did you know?โ€

Mahreet, not knowing who Suetlg was, felt overwhelmed by his aura and spoke to him respectfully.

โ€œHavenโ€™t you always had nightmares, seen your own death in the future, and sometimes felt like you were not yourself?โ€

โ€œNo! How did you know?!โ€

Mahreet was startled. There was a mysterious aura about Suetlg, making Mahreet certain that Suetlg was a wizard.

โ€œWizard-nim, please help me! No matter how much I follow the prophecy, the shadow of death does not leave me!โ€

โ€œDo you wish to escape the unfortunate prophecy?โ€

โ€œYes!โ€

โ€œThen do not believe in the prophecy. That will allow you to escape it.โ€

โ€œ. . .Thatโ€™s such nonsensical talk. . .ugh.โ€

Only then did Mahreet notice Johan beside him. Johan, with his large build, sat up and asked Mahreet.

โ€œAre you hurt?โ€

โ€œ. . .Yes?โ€

Mahreet took out a bronze mirror and looked at his face. It was swollen and in a mess.

โ€œ??!โ€

โ€œI tried to control my strength, but the malevolent spirit was so strong that I couldnโ€™t help it. Sorry about that.โ€

It was a lie. Even if the malevolent spirit had been weak, he would have hit hard.

Suetlg consoled the confused Mahreet and explained what had happened.

The revelations that it was not divine revelation or blessing that had given him prophecies, but a malevolent spirit, and how he had narrowly escaped death due to good fortune.

โ€œThen, that malevolent spirit. . .โ€

โ€œA devout knight here banished it with a prayer. Be thankful. It wasnโ€™t something just anyone could do.โ€

โ€œI have received a favor so great I could never repay it in a lifetime! Sir Knight, thank you!โ€

Even Mahreet, who was not a wizard, knew how remarkable it was to vanquish a malevolent spirit. He bowed down in front of Johan.

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