How to Live as a Wandering Knight

Chapter 81.2: ???? ?? ?????? (?)

Chapter 81.2: ???? ?? ?????? (?)

Strangely, I found myself thinking of the elf knights. They were annoying when we were together, but now that were apart, they somehow seem like decent fellows.

Actually, they might have been decent. If it were them, they would have insisted on one-on-one even in that situation.

A knight is supposed to be honorable, but. . .

If every knight were honorable, why would an honorable knight be praised?

Honor is not easy to uphold. Everyone says it must be maintained, but only a few can actually do so, and thats what makes it great.

The knights attacking me now were like that too.

Johan actually felt a sense of kinship with them.

Ah, these knight dastards here are human too! They act just like me in a pinch, despite what they say!

But then, Johans eyes met Achladdas.

Achladda didnt speak, but his proud eyes conveyed a strong message to Johan. It was a plea for help.

Getting involved now wouldnt result in a good relationship with the western knight dastards after its all over, but. . .

Johan decided. He would side with the centaur knights.

He didnt know which side would benefit more. It could even be a loss. But honestly. . .

He found the centaurs more likable than the knight dastards.

!

Gasp!

As Johan charged forward, shouting in Eastern language that he would kill their parents and children and bury them together, Achladda stumbled and almost fell. It was truly a first-time experience.

What did he say?

A knight from the Empire speaking Eastern language. . .?

Those nearby who had fallen off their horses or were scattered laughed uproariously at the sudden use of Eastern language. Only the western knights were confused.

But Eastern language was just the beginning.

If you are a knight, fight one-on-one!

Shut. . .

Johan swung his sword at the helmet of the most unfortunate knight in front. Sparks flew as the knight rolled to the side.

Next was another knights shield. Striking with full force, the enemy fell from his horse as the sword finally broke.

Catch. . .

The knight, thinking he saw an opening, eagerly tried to mount his horse, but Johan approached first. The knight was taken aback by Johan charging at him unarmed.

?!

!

Johan snatched the mace from the knights hand. Confused at having his weapon taken, the knight looked at Johan, who responded with the mace.

In an instant, three were rolling on the ground. Johan joined Euclyia with a war cry.

!

The opposing knight, witnessing all this, showed remarkable judgement. He turned his horse and fled.

Even though fleeing the scene was a shameful and dishonorable act for a knight.

Such was the fear Johans presence instilled.

Loud jeers followed the fleeing knight, and Johan mercilessly struck down the knights who didnt flee.

No knight, even with a shield, could maintain balance after several hits from Johan, especially on horseback.

! ! !

Speak slowly, I cant understand when you say it like that!

Responding to the excited centaur knightess, Johan turned his horse.

The knights attacking Achladda were distracted and unaware of the situation behind them. Only when Johan joined them with a demonic face did they turn at the urgent cries.

! !

Uh-huh!

A knight fell off his horse in a rather absurd manner without even being hit. It was a result of sheer panic, losing grip on the reins and tumbling to the side.

The audience burst into laughter, almost losing their minds in the uproar.

. . .

Stephen thought to himself.

While the onlookers were laughing, it was indeed a situation where falling off the horse wouldnt have been surprising. Johans momentum had something beyond just a knights prowess.

It seems youre delighted with Sir Johans performance!

Ah. . . Of course, indeed!

Sir Johan has taken down another one!

!

!

The excitement reached its peak.

Johan, entangled with the knights, took a few hits while charging in. He absorbed the impact on his back and shoulders, enduring it with his muscles.

He certainly reaped the rewards. Though the attacks were exchanged, Johan was the only one standing.

Damn it! Is Sir Knight even human?!

Look ahead, you fool!

Haha! Im watching!

Achladda cheered and swung his spear.

Johan had unseated all the other knights, but left the leader-like figure alone. It was Lucas of the Lachio family.

Even though Johan could have taken him down, he yielded to Achladda, prompting the audience to cry out, !

This honorable conduct, so different from the knights in the west who attacked in groups, set the crowd ablaze.

Johan shouted in Eastern tongue.

Do you wish for assistance from behind?

No, Im fine!

Achladda shouted back, sweating. He was tired from continuous combat, and Sir Lucas was no easy opponent. Lucass horse, particularly exhausted, was panting heavily.

Achladda, more aware of Lucass horse than Lucas himself. Although he might have been inferior to Lucas in pure weapon skill. . .

!

Instead of clashing swords, Achladda collided with Lucass horse. The horse neighed and toppled to the side.

Sorry, youre an honorable companion!

Achladda apologized to the horse in Eastern tongue and quickly pointed his sword at Sir Lucass throat. Lucas, trying to pick up his dropped weapon, resigned with a look of defeat.

. . .Ive lost.

Eastern knights still energetic enough to yell, raised their weapons high in the air. It was a clear victory.