I Became an Immoral Child in the Game

50 – 9-Fight Night

*

Liquor poured out of a broken oak barrel.

Shoot ah, liquid spilled on the floor, and air was pumped into the keg, and a yak or something roared through the basement in case I couldn’t hear it.

“Bjorn! You can’t listen to him! It’s already been won! If you die here and lose him, the North is over! Don’t let your emotions sway you!”

So sacrifice the nanny.

If you make a decision, I will kill Cameron.

I knew what Yakhok was talking about.

He doesn’t even think he’s wrong.

Nanny, North, and my life.

The choice was obviously the latter.

But I’m hesitant that there might be another way.

There is no chance of winning if you put down the sword.

Still, just in case.

If you sacrifice one arm.

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No, even if you get stabbed in the stomach, you might have a chance if you avoid vital points.

Cameron pushed me like he wouldn’t give me more time to think.

“You’d better listen to me quickly. The maid’s neck is thin, so I don’t know how long she can last.”

Cameron pressed me to find another way.

The blade of his blade slowly cut into her maid Jean’s throat, dripping with her blood.

“Bjorn-sama! Don’t listen!”

Amber’s cry was faintly audible in the middle of her complicated thoughts.

She put her sword down slowly and considered everything.

To find at least one way to save the nanny.

So far, you have overcome many life-threatening situations.

I can solve it this time too.

We can get a nanny and a northern one.

So Bjorn, don’t give up and think.

The nanny looked at me like that.

There was no fear or panic in her eyes.

I just felt sorry for the fact that the situation had turned out like this.

Nanny, I risked my life to save you.

So don’t make that face.

It’s like you’re sacrificing yourself for me.

There must be another way.

Isn’t it?

However, the nanny ignored my wishes and spat out words she didn’t want to hear.

“Bjorn-nim. You grew up so wonderfully. The Princess must be proud of you too.”

Don’t call me that.

Don’t talk like that as if it’s the last time.

That is not the role of a nanny.

I didn’t even want that from you.

It was enough to secretly bring a drink for me at night.

So don’t shoulder my share instead.

“……I’m sorry I couldn’t keep the promise to go to the princess’ grave together.”

The moment she finished her words, the nanny cut her throat with Cameron’s sword herself.

Her body fell diagonally along the edge of the sword.

Even though she risked her own life, she couldn’t find any hesitation in her.

“aaa!!”

I know why the nanny should have given her life without her hesitation.

She was trying to create a sure chance to end Cameron’s life.

The sword, which he couldn’t bear to put down, stuck into Cameron’s chest as if he couldn’t waste the opportunity his nanny had created.

Embarrassed by his nanny’s suicide, Cameron had no time to react.

I didn’t give you that kind of time.

The target was Cameron’s right lung, which opened a gap as the nanny’s body tilted.

The aura-wrapped sword entered his body as if stabbing his tofu.

I turned the blade as it was, and I definitely stopped breathing.

Cameron’s head fell off his body in the ensuing yakhok’s sword strike.

Already in a state of serious injury from swordsmanship, Cameron died without even screaming once.

It’s like a worm-like Demon Cultist.

I checked the condition of the nanny first.

“Nanny, Nanny! Wake up! Nanny!!”

I called for the nanny, but she was getting more and more life out of her body.

“Jin! Is there no way to save Nanny?! If you burn her with fire!”

[…] … It’s already too late.]

It can’t be.

I can’t.

When I declared that I would turn the northern part into a sea of blood, I expected that the blood of the people around me would also flow.

But I didn’t know that the nanny’s blood would flow.

If only I had planned a strategy that excluded the nanny.

If only they’d figured out I was targeting the nanny.

All the judgments that led me to this moment were left with regret.

Then, the nanny’s hand touched my cheek.

She smiled softly as if telling her not to feel guilty.

Nanny wrote for me until her last breath.

“Bjorn……sir……please……freely…….”

Even in the dark basement, I saw the nanny’s pupils dilated.

All I could do for the nanny was for her to close her eyes.

It was Amber’s cry that brought her back to her distant consciousness.

“Bjorn-nim, I fully sympathize with your sadness. But now Barton and Mion!”

I took her nanny in her arms and squeezed her locked neck.

“……You don’t have to worry about that. We’ve prepared it.”

“No matter how prepared you are, how the heck are the six sword experts…”

“There are people who are prepared. In this nature.”

A pathetic man who wants to grab something more with his hands full of things he doesn’t want to put, but his power is like a ghost.

Before Helga left to raid the church, she left a message saying that the assailants were trying to assassinate the saint.

Kanniel must have received the message at the time when it was difficult to mobilize troops, but enough time to deal with it alone.

So you don’t have to worry about that.

Yes, there is no time to be sad now.

Nanny wouldn’t have wanted that either.

There is only one thing left now, to get Eileen to testify that Count Haenrel is a demon cult.

“Count Yakhok, let’s go now. Let’s arrest Eileen and end this situation.”

I stood up from her seat holding the nanny’s body.

As she recalled her will, which was imprinted in her head.

*

Of course, I couldn’t believe that I was a saint.

The masked men, the elite of the Sedalia Knights who serve the House of Haenrel, sneered at Barton’s cry.

Barton swallowed dryly.

If you are a knight of Haenrel, you should know who he is.

A witty knight who saved his life in front of the Great Devil of Plague.

That’s why I don’t believe him, but I can’t say it’s a lie.

Rumors are inflated.

Maybe it was because he was a saint that he was able to use such words against the Great Demon of Plague.

The commotion in Lothric Village and the impression are different, but I don’t know.

It doesn’t matter if I can instill even a little bit of that suspicion.

Because that kind of doubt makes them prudent, and the judgment made on that prudence will delay time.

The more you do, the more Mion’s chance of survival goes up exponentially.

The movements of the knights, who had been cutting at random according to Barton’s aim, became cautious.

They drove those in the room to the garden.

At them, Barton shouted.

“Cruel demon cultists! The demon cults that infiltrated Stemwind have all been discovered, and you guys have nowhere to run!”

The knights driven into the garden slowly formed an encirclement.

There was no one here who could escape the barrier-like camp built by the six sword experts.

Knowing that Barton wasn’t listening, he kept yelling at them.

“Your sins are deep! But if you drop your sword and surrender, I’ll spare you at least your life! So don’t take the lives of innocent people any more!”

Barton thought he was like a dog that curled up and barked.

A dog that is afraid and has no choice but to raise its voice even more to get rid of that fear.

That’s it.

It is not a knight who only fights when he can win.

I’ve never wandered around looking for a place, but this should be enough for me to wind down comfortably without feeling resentful.

A dark aura rose from Barton’s sword.

As he swayed precariously like the rest of his life, the sword aimed at an unmatchable mighty enemy.

The knights who had finished camp ran towards Barton.

Six swords wrapped in aura aimed at Barton.

At that time, even though it was a short moment, Barton saw it clearly.

The sight of those six swords blocked by the sword of a single person who suddenly appeared.

Barton looked closely at the back that saved him.

The pattern of the Djeevitz family embedded in the clock.

“Your Excellency!!”

Kanniel de Yewitz’s aura shone softly on the surface of the sword as if it were thinly sliced.

Enemies who saw it likened it to a crescent moon that quietly lights the way in the middle of the night.

And it is said that the moment his eyes are captivated by the beauty, his head falls to the ground.

Kaniel swung his sword once at the bewildered knights of Sedalia, and two heads fell at the same time.

Even though the opponent was also a sword expert, they couldn’t even cope with anything.

“For the first god erased!”

Even though two people lost their lives in one sword strike, the knights were not afraid.

The assassination failed and the cult was also discovered.

All they have left is a sword dedicated to evil.

The remaining four knights wrapped around Kaniel and attacked, as if to stop him from wielding his sword.

Kanniel slashed the swords that came from all four directions one by one as if performing a skill.

Barton thought the sword was like thread.

It was because the blade of the sword blocked the knight’s attack like water flowing as if it were bent.

If he touched his sword even once, the knight’s sword aura would fluctuate greatly, and the second time the sword would be cut off.

The knight’s head ran away without the three agreements being fulfilled.

In a short time that could be counted on the fingers, the six sword experts turned into cold corpses, spraying blood on the garden.

After they all died, Kanniel said to Barton.

“Where is Bjorn?”