To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 552

Episode 552 The Strange Soldier, Misunderstandings (1)

Earl Sylvester’s expression hardened for an instant as he received the report from the knight commander.

“…what?”

“…I apologize. Since yesterday, all the soldiers in the gymnasium have been rendered incapacitated.”

unable to fight.

That means you can’t use it for power.

Count Sylvester’s eyes went blank.

“What is Hugh’s chest?”

“That’s…”

It’s hard to say.

The knight commander opened his mouth and then closed it several times.

Only the count’s stomach was burned by him.

“I won’t bruise you, so tell me. What on earth happened in one day to render healthy soldiers incapacitated?”

“Umm….”

No matter how much I calmed down, the captain of the knights was immovable.

Is it something that is so difficult to talk about?

In the past few days, the count, who had been struggling with the management of the estate’s funds and the central nobility, was visibly slimmer.

It was literally to die for when the soldiers’ problems were overlapping while the mental strength was running to maintain the tension.

he said, tapping his chest.

“Hey, are you really going to talk until my stomach bursts? It wouldn’t be strange even if the central nobles attacked right away. Even if the soldiers were crippled, shouldn’t we know at least what happened?”

Listening to it clearly, the count’s words were extremely reasonable.

As Count Sylvester begged and spoke, the knight commander closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

“The beast is… a descendant of a noble who came from the kingdom of Silia.”

saint?

Was it stamped in the foot by the ax I believed in?

Countless thoughts ran through the count’s head.

The moment his expression changed moment by moment.

The captain of the knights continued.

“All of the soldiers who have learned the swordsmanship of self-restraint say that they cannot hold a sword.”

Only then did the Count say ‘ah’ and exclaim as if he understood.

He is a saint with a great reputation.

He is also a person who is said to have pioneered the most desperate stage among the saints of all time.

Someone like that held a sword and showed it off to the soldiers, so it was rather strange to hold a sword and wield it intact.

Count Sylvester wiped his chest.

“That is fortunate. If there had been an attack, the future was bleak as to what to do.”

“It is not something to be relieved of, Count. It is clear that Celia’s baby boy has been playing tricks. You must be held accountable.”

Count Sylvester breathed in vain at the words like thunder from the sky.

You ask for responsibility!

Who has something to kill!

He shook his head fiercely.

“That’s not going to happen! This family is not rotten to the point of being so hard on guests from far away!”

If he were to take responsibility for it, he might be beaten by the many kingdoms that support him.

Besides, they aren’t the only ones who want to get him.

It was clear to the eyes that those who wanted to gain a saint would use this opportunity to bite themselves.

Count Sylvester refused because he did not want to die, but the knight commander accepted him differently.

‘Even though the family is in a critical situation, you don’t want to harm the guest. This man is truly a monarch.’

As the old saying goes, a ruler must know how to distinguish between cool-headedness and benevolence.

From the leader’s point of view, Count Sylvester was the perfect person for him.

The captain, whose eyes were looking at the count even more brightly, bent down on one knee.

“My thoughts were brief. I will do as the Count wishes.”

When the leader, who would normally take a strong line for responsibility, agreed with strange ease, Count Sylvester was a little puzzled, but didn’t take it seriously.

The Count, who had been pondering over the situation just now, continued.

“Don’t let the story go to the VIPs.”

“I will write my own hand. Be at ease.”

After the report, the knight commander bowed lightly and left the office.

Count Sylvester, looking at his back, was lost in thought with a dark face.

‘It’s no wonder that the soldiers can’t use it at this time.’

When the Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace visited the estate, they intended to let them know that Count Sylvesta was still alive and well.

However, the soldiers had a problem, so they couldn’t show their strength as they should.

Count Sylvester sighed.

‘What should I do?’

His shabby office was full of his worries.

* * *

From inside the gymnasium, magnificent cheers were heard.

Since the quiet count’s family had rarely become so riotous, it was an instant to receive attention from the attendants.

Among the numerous soldiers wearing plate armor, a young man dressed in white caught my eye.

“Can you swing it like that and catch a rat!”

He walks around among the soldiers with his practice sword slung over his shoulder.

On the surface, it appears to be a young boy from an aristocratic family holding a soldier’s discipline.

The reaction of the soldiers was enthusiastic.

“sorry!”

The movement changes little by little with each word.

A bizarre mollusk gradually began to take on a human form.

Ray, who glanced around at the soldiers, nodded.

‘Fortunately, everyone has the basics, so learning is quick.’

He felt a little bit responsible for the soldiers not being able to hold swords.

That’s why I agreed with Pelos and promised to teach swordsmanship at the training ground for three days before the deal.

Pelos, who had been wiping his sweat in a corner, looked at him and smiled happily.

I don’t know when the last time the mansion started to come alive.

As he went around and hand-picked the swordsmanship of the soldiers, it seemed that the enthusiasm of the soldiers was gradually returning.

It seems that the hostility has disappeared now, and it is easy to see Sylveria joking around from time to time.

Phellos licked his lips.

‘The son of a baron. Even so, that kind of skill.’

To be honest, he is a coveted talent.

Even if you look at your current skills alone, you have the skills to become the leader of a fair amount of knights.

In addition, looking at the way he captured the soldiers, his leadership skills were outstanding.

Once you start looking good, everything looks good.

“If you still don’t have a good spouse, the young lady would be fine too.”

If I had accumulated swordsmanship skills to that level, I would have lived holding only a sword since I was young.

Even though it was said that he and Sylveria weren’t on good terms when he rode the carriage from Celia, wouldn’t it be nice to change from now on?

Phellos, who continued to think as he pleased, looked at Ray eagerly.

Could it be that the unfamiliarity is purely a matter of mood?

His movements were somewhat similar to those of the young man who had saved them in the forest.

* * *

Ray watched the soldiers drill for two days.

The soldiers, who were confused at first, also gradually loosened up on the second day, as if they were used to it.

Now, when I swing the sword, my body comes to life.

Compared to the beginning, it was a great improvement.

“If you’ve done this, you’ll be fine if you let it go.”

Although the floundering hasn’t completely disappeared yet, the head of the Sylvester Knights came to give guidance today, so I can relieve myself.

Leaving the gymnasium, Ray packed his things and headed to a nearby village located outside the Count’s house.

There were two reasons why he spent several days at the mansion.

The first was to wait for grain purchased in bulk, and the second was to wait for a usable sword to be made.

Arriving in the village, he went straight to Ye Ye’s forge.

The last time I visited, there was no fire in the brazier, so there was no smoke.

But now it was different.

You can feel the warm heat from the entrance.

Judging from the cheerful sound of hammering and the smoke soaring high into the sky, it seems that the smithy is more active than before.

Ray entered the blacksmith’s entrance.

In just a few days, the forge was filled with sharp-edged swords.

Perhaps feeling the presence, the blacksmith walked out wiping his sweat.

“Somebody said it since morning, so it must have been that guest.”

“Is business doing well?”

“ha ha ha. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize the master at the time. When it comes to business, there’s no difference between then and now, but if you keep doing it like this, won’t someone recognize you?”

Unlike when he had dead eyes, the blacksmith was full of energy.

Ray nodded at him.

“Blacksmithing is patience. If you have patience and hammer the iron, good things will happen.”

“That’s right. because i’m lazy I just wanted someone to notice.”

“Has there been any harvest?”

The blacksmith replied to the insinuating question.

“As expected, I couldn’t keep up with the sound I heard then. But I have no intention of losing my voice. I intend to go my own way.”

Ray looked at him.

He is stubborn like iron.

However, for a blacksmith, stubbornness like that would be helpful, but not harmful.

I gave up my indolence and picked up the hammer again, so now the only thing left to do is progress.

Ray’s gaze went to the numerous weapons scattered around.

Each weapon was carefully refined and sharpened, perhaps hiding the extraordinary within the ordinary.

If you made this amount in a few days, you probably didn’t sleep well and just hammered iron.

That’s enough.

From the beginning, Ray paid special attention to this place among the few blacksmiths in town.

The blacksmith’s skills were also skills, but seeing that he passed his failed works into only a few fairy tales, he thought that he might have both cool-headedness and stubbornness at the same time.

And that thought was not wrong.

Being able to calmly evaluate the value of the things he made and having the stubbornness to not be shaken even when he sees others hammering them, he was truly gifted with the qualities of a blacksmith.

After seeing him, Ray hardened his heart.

“I thought what would happen if it was the same as the first time, but I’m glad.”

He rummaged through his leather backpack with his horse.

Soon after, he pulled out a hard, ink-colored carapace and held it out to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith’s eyes looking at him changed strangely.