I Became a Mythical Knight King

Chapter 6: Interval (1)

In fact, it was a bit of a stretch to call it a heavenly army.

They were serf troops, as their name implies.

Stunted and raggedly dressed.

A ragtag bunch of ragtag soldiers, armed not with proper weapons, but with spears and farming tools.

But they weren’t your average serfs who would run away at the sight of an enemy.

At the head of the serf army, a girl appeared, not with a dull light, but with a brilliant golden glow.

“Everyone, battle formation!”

Kate, clad in leather armor, bellowed at the front.

The entire serf army turned to face them, weapons drawn, and the kobolds, who had been poised to tear Robin and Edgar apart at any moment, stopped dead in their tracks, panicked and alarmed.

Kate didn’t miss the change in the kobolds.

She stamped the ground with the banner in her right hand and shouted once more.

“All units, attack!”

“Waaaaaah!”

Kate’s shout was answered by the serf troops.

A faint glow emanating from the banner enveloped them, and the serfs felt a surge of strength and courage.

“Tear them down!”

Bugler Jimmy shouted, and the serf troops began their attack.

As the kobolds’ lines crumbled under the onslaught, Kate, who had driven the banner into the ground, drew her own sword and charged.

“Glory to Camelot!”

“Glory!”

Kate’s shouts were echoed by the serfs, adding to the fervor of the attack.

Yoo-seong also swooped down upon the confused kobolds as he always did.

It was like a wolf among sheep, and in an instant, the crippled kobolds’ ranks fell apart.

Robin, who had been watching the whole thing with her mouth open, reflexively turned her head.

“Robin!”

“Miss?!”

The woman who had left the house was now within earshot.

Reflexively pulling her into a hug, Robin looked up to see Rene in her arms with a puzzled expression on her face.

Rene immediately looked up and asked.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

It was an open wound.

Robin was covered in blood, most of it kobold blood, but there were also small cuts all over her body.

But they were literally just scratches, so she focused on more important things.

“What about you?! Are you okay? No, how did you get here?”

What the hell happened?

Was that really Lady Rene’s magic?

In the midst of her confusion, Rene suddenly flashed a smile that was out of character for the situation, puffed out her chest, and said.

“I’m fine, because I have the Heir to the Light here!”

“The……heir to the Light?”

Robin blinked and looked straight ahead.

Suddenly, she saw the heavenly army that had nearly wiped out the kobolds, the golden girl, and the knight in black.

The Heir to the Light.

Heir to the light of the Holy King.

It was the story Lady Rene had repeated so many times before she left the house, her face a mask of frustration.

“Ser, no, really?!”

Robin exclaimed in surprise, and Rene’s face broke into a happy smile again.

Yes, this is what she wanted.

‘Now when I go home, my sister, brother, younger brother, father, mother, everyone will be surprised like this, right?’

It was a happy thought, but now was not the time for this dopamine high.

The village was under attack.

Robin was hurt, and now Edgar didn’t look like he was okay.

But then it happened.

“Robin, are you and Edgar the only two fighting?”

Yoo-seong, who had wiped out the kobolds, approached Robin and asked.

The question came out of the blue from a stranger, but Robin couldn’t help but respond with respect.

“Oh, no, I’m sure Sir Willy is still fighting somewhere.”

If Sir Willy’s men were all dead, the kobolds would all be here, not scattered as they are now.

At Robin’s answer, Yoo-seong nodded once and gestured toward the entrance to the temple over her shoulder.

“Are there villagers inside the temple?”

“Yes, they are.”

And Robin thought.

‘Heir to the Light, so of course I thought the golden-haired girl would be the heir to the Saint King, but this man?’

He’s taller. His appearance is a bit alien, which is impressive.

Black hair and dark eyes was a rare combination in the kingdom.

Robin’s musings were short-lived, however.

For Yoo-seong had spoken, placing a fist over his heart.

“I honor you for your bravery and struggle to protect your people.”

It was a sudden compliment, coming from a stranger, but Robin felt her heart pound for a moment.

A strong sense of satisfaction and a need for approval seemed to fill her up all at once.

Why this, she wondered.

Because the man before her was handsome? Because Lady Rene had told her that the man before her was the Heir to the Light?

‘Heir to the Holy King.’

Then again, the sudden appearance of his back was just as impressive.

And the miracle that followed.

The heavenly forces.

The golden girl’s call, and the serf troops charging bravely.

Wait, a serf army?

As Robin continued her reverie with a slightly reddened face, Yoo-seong, who had somehow passed by Robin, said a word of praise to Edgar, who had been strangely neglected from earlier, and then looked around.

‘There are quite a few corpses of kobolds. These two must have cut them down while guarding this place.’

Yoo-seong hadn’t paid his respects for nothing.

It was a greeting meant to establish friendly relations, but it was also a genuine admiration for the knights’ efforts to protect the villagers.

“Sir Edgar, do you by any chance know how many enemies we have?”

Rene asked, and Edgar narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know exactly, at least a few dozen, maybe a hundred.”

Yoo-seong and Rene had flanked them, so their current position was a good distance from the village entrance.

The kobolds that had broken through the wooden gate had scattered in all directions, setting fires and killing people, and now they were fighting like mad to get the ones they could see into the temple, so Robin and Edgar had little information.

Yoo-seong turned around and saw Kate and the serf army.

Everyone’s faces were fresh from their overwhelming victory, but they were still in good order.

From the looks of it, they could have been any elite army.

‘This is the power of champions.’

Kate’s figure, standing tall with the flag and keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings, was like a painting.

Unlike before, she didn’t immediately turn back to the battlefield, but instead stood on guard, waiting for her next order.

Yoo-seong gestured to Kate, who looked back at him, and then turned to Rene.

“Rene, use the Bird of Light to locate the kobolds.”

“Yes, sir!”

Rene replied quickly, sending the bird of light back into the sky.

‘Add up the ones Robin and Edgar have caught, the ones we’ve encountered along the way, and the ones we’ve just defeated, and you’ve got about fifty.’

Even if there had been a hundred kobolds, only half of them had fallen.

A horde of a hundred would not have just rushed in, so there must have been some long-lived ones among them.

Nearly half or more of the horde has fallen.

At this point, he could do one of two things.

Either he would lead the rest of the group to retreat, or he would take them all and try to eliminate the source of the problem.

Either way, information was urgent right now.

How many kobolds were left, how they were maneuvering, and the status of the town’s lord, Sir Willy, and his vigilantes.

“I found them!”

It was the moment Rene shouted.

“Ack!”

Rene was about to say something when she suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, her hands covering her face.

“Rene?”

“Miss?!”

Robin and Edgar both turned to Rene in surprise.

And Yoo-seong had a hunch.

“Has the Bird of Light been struck?”

The Bird of Light, who shared the same five senses as Rene.

Rene didn’t answer, but her appearance and behavior spoke volumes.

After a moment of agony, her face turned white and she shouted.

“It’s coming, it’s coming, the javelin, the javelin!”

-Quang!

The air was pierced.

Something resembling an explosion went off not too far away, and Yoo-seong and everyone could see a serf trooper flying through the air, impaled on a javelin, the weapon that had caught the bird of light.

Yoo-seong and everyone looked in the same place.

A huge kobold stood there, three times the size of a normal kobold-no, five times the size of a normal kobold.

They were fifty meters away but their eyes met.

Yoo-seong shouted like a thunderbolt.

“Here they come again!”

Boom!

The javelins charged, shattering the air.

“Scatter!”

The serf troops, stunned by Kate’s shout, reflexively reacted, and the javelins shattered the walls of the temple instead of the serf troops.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

“Go!”

The kobolds charged toward the disorganized serfs.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

At first glance, there were more than thirty of them.

And behind them, the great kobold raised his javelin again.

“Jimmy! Blow your horn! Kate!”

Yoo-seong shouted as they formed up again.

Jimmy’s hastily blown horn brought the panicked men back to their senses, and Kate’s shouts rallied the serf troops.

“Glory to Camelot!”

The banner glowed once more as it struck the ground.

“Argh!”

“Fight back!”

The serf troops shouted, raising their weapons.

Robin and Edgar rode to the front with curses, and Kate drew her sword.

“Grease!”

Rene’s shout created magic.

The vanguard of the kobolds, who had reached breathing distance with the serf corps, stumbled due to the slippery ground, and thanks to this, the party and the serf corps were able to face the enemy whose ranks had collapsed rather than the enemy charging towards them.

“Tear ’em apart!”

Jimmy shouted, and the serf troops began their attack.

“Thump! Thump!”

“Kill!”

In a blink of an eye, several kobolds fell, and the serf troops fell as well.

But there were four knights on this side.

Robin and Edgar may have been exhausted, but they were knights, while Yoo-seong and Kate still had plenty left.

“They’re coming from the other side!”

“We’ll stop them!”

Robin and Edgar charged back at the kobolds, who were charging at Rene from the flanks.

There were about ten of them.

There were thirty or so that had charged from the front, so all told, about forty.

Yoo-seong swung his sword.

He deliberately drove between them, hoping to confuse the kobolds.

It was a risky move but it was necessary to win.

The reason Yoo-seong was so strong in Fantasy Monarch wasn’t just the accumulation of rationalized moves, it was instinct.

The ability to see an enemy and know instantly what you need to do to win but there was one more reason.

That’s why, even as he swung his sword among the kobolds, his focus was never solely on the enemies in front of him.

He never forgot his greatest enemy.

-Quang!

The javelin pierced the air.

As if it had been waiting, Yoo-seong turned around.

He saw the javelins rushing in front of him and tilted his body slightly, gritting his teeth.

-Tsk, tsk, tsk!

“Kwah!”

The moment the javelin that grazed Yoo-seong’s cheek struck the mournful kobolds, Yoo-seong was already sprinting.

Immediately after throwing the javelin, the enemy commander, who had rushed all his men and was now alone.

“Hmph!”

The panicked giant kobold yelled as he ran at him instead of raising his new javelin, and Yoo-seong faced him.

The giant kobold threw a fist but Yoo-seong saw a gap.

Five steps.

Slowing down a bit, he made it six steps.

The giant kobold swung his fist at Yoo-seong, and at that moment, Yoo-seong changed its speed again.

Three steps.

The kobold’s fist passed behind Yoo-seong’s head a few fingers apart.

Yoo-seong bent its upper body and took a step forward as his sword sliced through the giant kobold’s throat.