Chapter 43
I Pulled Out the Excalibur
It was noisy.
That was Najinâs first thought as he entered the Central Guild. Usually, he would visit the Central Guild to undertake quests, but today, he noticed an unusual commotion.
âWhatâs happening?â
Najin asked a nearby adventurer.
This was an adventurer who had participated in the Dochzenberg Forest clearing operation, someone he knew. Back then, this adventurer had viewed Najin with hostility, but now things were different.
They recognized him as a fellow professional.
Ever since the day he fought the Blood Troll, and the rumors about it spread throughout the city, nobody doubted Najinâs capabilities anymore. He had proven his skills through his achievements.
âOh, isnât that Ivan?â
As expected, the adventurer greeted Najin warmly.
After exchanging brief greetings, Najin pointed towards the crowd and continued.
âWhatâs all the commotion about?â
âOh, a major quest came in from outside.â
âA major quest?â
âYeah. What was it? Something about the escape route of a criminal passing near Cambria?â
The adventurer explained.
âA bunch of quests poured in from the next head of the Schulhauser family and the nobles from the territories around the Schulhauser family⦠The bountyâs no joke.â
âWhat kind of quest is it thatâs causing all this fuss?â
âThatâs the problem. Look at those guys gathered there. They all rushed over for the bounty but shook their heads when they saw the details.â
He said with a wry smile, shrugging his shoulders.
âThis quest is beyond our capabilities. Even the âKnights of Atangaâ have issued the quest⦠that says it all.â
â¦Knights of Atanga?
Najin narrowed his eyes. That name was not something he could just ignore. After escaping the Underground City, the first information Najin sought was about Atanga.
The knight order Ivan belonged to.
The place Ivan always longed for.
A group formed by those who uphold honor and pride, adhering to the ancient knightly codes. The mention of their name allowed Najin to guess the nature of the quest. The Knights of Atanga usually moved for one reason.
ââ¦Is the wanted criminal a knight?â
âYeah. His charges are no joke. Why donât you check it out?â
Najin nodded and walked towards the crowd. There, among the numerous quests from the nobles, was the quest from Atanga.
Najin, blending in with the adventurers, checked the contents.
[Wanted: Verheigen]
It was a wanted poster. Under the portrait that captured his appearance, his crimes and distinguishing features were densely listed.
Former commander of the Schulhauser familyâs knight order.
Armed with a sword.
Close to the skill level of a Sword Seeker.
Charges â Murder of the head of the Schulhauser family. Murder of servants, private soldiers, and knights belonging to the Schulhauser family. Turned the mansion into a sea of blood overnight and fledâ¦
Just reading this far, the gravity of his crimes was evident. However, the line that followed made the previous charges pale in comparison.
[Special note: Suspected of having contracted with a demon.]
A contract with a demon.
Evil, secretive, and humanityâs sworn enemy â that was what demons were. In imperial law, contracting with a demon was a grave crime, and demon contractors were to be killed immediately, without exception.
But⦠a knight contracting with a demon?
It was clear why the Knights of Atanga had stepped in. It was an act that tainted a knightâs honor and trampled upon their pride.
-A knight⦠contracted with a demon?
Merlinâs voice echoed in Najinâs ears, trembling with faint anger.
-What kind of madman does that? A knight making a pact with a demon? Joining hands with a demon? A knight? A knight�
Merlin repeated the same words several times.
As if she couldnât believe it. Then, she screamed in frustration. Najinâs shoulders jerked in response.
-A knight! One who swore to slay demons!
-For centuries under the name of Knight King Arthur, knights have slain demons. And now a knight makes a pact with a demon? This damn nonsense of Camlannâ¦!
Merlin took deep, heavy breaths.
The weight of the name âknightâ might have changed over the past few centuries, but there were lines that should never be crossed. For Merlin, this was an unacceptable situation.
âTry to calm down for now.â
-Hoo, hoooâ¦
Merlin slowly regulated her breathing in response to Najinâs calming words.
While Merlin was catching her breath, Najin gauged the atmosphere among the surrounding adventurers. As he had heard earlier, those blinded by the reward had gathered, only to click their tongues in disapproval upon learning the details.
A quest beyond their abilities.
One that should not be touched, it seemed.
It wasnât hard to guess the reason.
The target was close to the level of a Sword Seeker and, moreover, was suspected of having made a pact with a demon. A quest too daunting for anyone of average skill.
âThis needs a White rank to take it onâ¦â
The adventurers murmured among themselves.
Their opinion was logical. To confront such a formidable adversary, the top tier of adventurers in the city, the White rank, would be needed.
But even they would likely not step forward.
Thatâs what the adventurers thought.
The risk involved in this quest was too high, and there was nothing to gain from being entangled with a demon. The demonic energy emitted by those affiliated with demons erodes the human mind, consuming souls, and often engraves curses.
And that wasnât all.
Those affiliated with demons often wield unknown sorcery. Powers referred to as the might of demons. In other words, unpredictable variables in combat.
The risk, compounded by these variables.
For those who valued their lives, it was a quest best left untouched. Of course, the quest was not solely about extermination. The task of killing a knight who had conspired with a demon fell to the Knights of Atanga. Most of the quest involved stalling for time or⦠finding traces for investigation.
âJust that even that is too dangerous, so theyâre avoiding it.â
Najin contemplated the adventurersâ mood as he stroked his chin. He didnât yet have the sense of mission to slay demons, nor the responsibility as a descendant of Arthur to punish a knight who conspired with a demon.
For such heavy burdens, Najin had only just started his journey.
However, apart from such considerations, Najin felt intrigued by this quest. He was interested in the Knights of Atanga, to which Ivan belonged, and the existence known as demons.
âMerlin.â
Najin muttered inwardly.
âYou said that once I reach the pinnacle of Cambria⦠the next place I should go is surely the Demon Realm?â
The Demon Realm, the land of demons.
Adjacent to the Battlefield of the Stars, the place where Arthur headed after leaving Cambria⦠the stage where Arthur began to be called a hero in earnest.
-Right.
âAnd what I will have to confront there will be demons.â
-Thatâs likely.
A moment of contemplation.
It didnât take long to reach a conclusion.
âIt wouldnât hurt to gain some experience beforehand.â
Najin made his choice.
He took a big step forward. Merlin affirmed Najinâs decision. With Merlinâs voice cheering him on, Najin made his way through the crowd of adventurers to the front of the bulletin board.
ââ¦â¦â
All eyes were on Najin.
Receiving the stares of the adventurers, Najin reached out his hand. Toward the quest that everyone else was just watching, too intimidated to touch.
And then, snatch.
Najin tore off the quest paper with the emblem of the Knights of Atanga from the bulletin board. This action signified one thing: he was taking on the quest.
As Najin did this, someone let out a hollow laugh, another muttered about him not valuing his life, and yet another clicked their tongue. However, none of them mocked him.
The act of confidently seizing such a perilous quest.
It was reminiscent of their own past selves when they first stepped into the City of Opportunities, Cambria, overflowing with confidence and ambition. It was indeed the mark of a true adventurer.
âArenât you ashamed, Verheigen!â
It was someoneâs outcry.
Hearing the resounding voice, Verheigen slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurred due to the contract with the demon, and he could properly see only out of one eye.
The fusion with the demon was not yet complete.
His darkening eyes were blurry. Verheigen blinked several times, trying to focus on what lay ahead.
âSo many have come.â
There were his pursuers.
They were knights from the Schulhauser family he once belonged to and from neighboring territories, as well as mercenaries. Verheigen narrowed his eyes.
He did not see the emblem of Atanga.
They probably hadnât caught up yet, considering he chose the farthest route from the Knights of Atangaâs stronghold. Verheigen exhaled deeply.
âAshamed? Why should I be ashamed?â
âYou have violated the pride of a knight.â
The pursuing knights shouted. The mercenaries aimed their bows and crossbows at him, while the knightsâ swords gleamed with sword aura. Verheigen smirked in front of the shining sword auras.
Bang!
The knights charged forward.
The mercenaries released their bowstrings and pulled their crossbows. Arrows and sword strikes surrounded by sword auras flew from all directions. Verheigen did not move an inch.
Thud, an arrow lodged into his body.
Swoosh, the sword auras grazed his skin.
But the moment they swung their swords, the knights realized something. Despite their sword auras, they couldnât inflict a fatal wound on Verheigen. The sword strikes were shallow. Why?
His body was no longer human.
Becoming a physical embodiment of a demon, merging with the demon, Verheigenâs body had acquired resistance. Verheigenâs lips split into a wide grin as he caught a sword with his body.
âHonor, pride, that damn code.â
The demon-contracted knight sneered.
Crack! Crushing the sword with his bare hand, he reached out. He grabbed the face of the knight in front of him. Human skulls couldnât withstand the grip strength that shattered swords.
The knightâs helmet crumpled.
Unable to bear the pain, the knight screamed.
The mercenaries shot their arrows, and the surrounding knights swung their swords, but Verheigen paid no attention to them, exerting more strength in his hand.
Crack!
The helmet crumpled. Blood and other matter spilled out from the gaps in the helmet. No more screams were heard. The knightsâ eyes widened as they witnessed their comradeâs head explode.
He was much stronger than they had anticipated.
They realized Verheigen was no ordinary demon contractor. The rank of the demon he was rumored to have contracted with was undoubtedly underestimated. In this desperate situation, the knights clenched their teeth.
Some were enraged, and others felt fear.
But still, they were knights.
They might not have always lived with honor and pride, sometimes indulging in debauchery⦠but at least they took pride in being knights.
Different from a knight who conspired with a demon.
The option to flee did not exist for them. They charged with their swords, repeatedly widening the wounds left by their fallen comradeâs sword auras, thrusting their blades into them.
âSuch foolishness.â
Persistent attacks.
Realizing the situation had gone awry, the mercenaries had already fled, but the knights swung their swords until the end. Unemotionally, Verheigen crushed their heads, tore off their arms, and pierced their hearts.
No need for a sword in all this.
Verheigen felt exhilaration in this fact.
Sword auras from seven knights and ten well-trained mercenaries. A battle that would have been difficult not long ago, with slim chances of survival. But now?
He overpowered them all without drawing his sword.
Overwhelming everyone with bare hands.
âWhat does pride and honor give? What do you gain by keeping them? Mere pretense, utterly uselessâ¦â
Soaked in exhilaration, Verheigen muttered.
He looked at a knight whose arm had been torn off. Blood gushing out. The knightâs face turned pale from blood loss. But still, the knight clutched his sword.
The last remaining knight.
He charged over his comradesâ bodies and drove his sword into Verheigenâs shoulder. The sword deeply embedded in the wound opened by the seven knights. However, this did not signify victory.
Verheigen was unaffected.
Even this wound would heal overnight.
He ripped off the knightâs remaining arm. He kicked and shattered the knightâs knee. The knight, now armless, collapsed. Grabbing the knightâs hair, Verheigen brought his face close.
âWhy cling to something that gains you nothing, you foolish friend?â
Verheigen smirked.
He expected the knightâs face to be filled with fear and despair, but the knight only grimaced in pain, not in despair. The knight sneered at Verheigen amidst groans.
âThereâs nothing to gain.â
The knightâs laughter echoed through the blood foam.
âIt has value. A demon-conspirer like you wouldnât understand.â
That was the knightâs last testament.
Crack, Verheigen crushed his head. Shaking off the blood on his hand, Verheigen looked indifferently at the knightâs corpse and kicked it away.
âBoring.â
Verheigen pulled the sword from his shoulder and sighed. He moved on, heading towards the Demon Realm. He needed to be quick before reaching his destination.
Ordinary pursuers didnât scare him.
But the Knights of Atanga did.
They specialized in slaying demons. Facing them in his incomplete fusion state could mean he couldnât guarantee victory. Verheigen hastened his steps.