Reincarnation of a Hunter

 

As soon as I reached the front door of the manor house, I was stopped by a knight and his guards.

 

The knight stepped forward with his hand on the handle of his sword, and the guards held out their spears.

 “Master Eric, what brings you here at this hour of the morning, riding on a horse?” “I have urgent business to report to the Lord. Send the message.” “Tell me what it is first. Once I have assessed the matter, I will decide whether to send a messenger.” 

I turned to face the knight as I mounted my horse and asked.

 “What’s your name?” “Knight Lawrence.” “It is neither for Sir Lawrence to hear nor for me to judge.” 

The knight was furious, and he grabbed the reins of the horse and pulled hard.

 —Neigh 

The exhausted horse struggled against the knight’s pulling the bridle, and in a moment of sudden anger, I yelled at him.

 “What are you doing!” 

The knight said, still holding the reins.

 “It’s my job as the knight on duty to report to my lord.” 

So he’s the one in charge. It was ridiculous.

 

Trying to wield so little power when he was merely holding the doorknob.

 

But there was no time for argument with him here.

 “This is an important matter, and I will report directly to his lord.” 

I immediately jumped off my horse and headed for the entrance.

 “Stop there!” 

The knight behind me grabbed my shoulder, but I twisted to avoid his grip.

 

I don’t know if it was embarrassment or pride that got the better of him at that moment, but I told him that he crossed the line.

 “Ouch.” 

Suddenly, I stopped moving. I may be a knight on call, but I am a nobleman, the son of a Count. I am not a knight to be messed with.

 

Likewise, I turned around and snapped at him.

 “What’s this bastard doing? Do you want to be imprisoned?” “Did you just call a senior knight a bastard?” 

I stared at Lawrence straight in the eye. He didn’t lose and looked back.

 

He said that he was a senior knight, which meant he was in charge of 12 knights and at least an intermediate Sword Expert.

 

I don’t know if he considered his position to be one that even a Count’s son should not ignore, but I’m not the kind of weakling to let something like this occur.

 —Swing 

Lawrence picked up his long sword without the cover…

 

It was almost too short to be used as a weapon. He would never let me into the manor house, even with a plaster.

 “If you’re trying to get through, I think you’ll need some training.” 

I also drew my sword from its sheath and held it in my hand. His words irritated me as much as he did.

 “Come at me, come on” 

I snapped my fingers, and Lawrence immediately tried to strike with the grip. I struck the sheath once to kill the power and then fought back.

 

We each grabbed the handle with both hands and began to battle.

 

But my strength was greater than Lawrence, as expected, and he began to fall backward.

 “Urgh! What kind of strength is that?!” “When you’re pushed, you turn on your auror.” 

Even without any special skills, I hadn’t neglected my training, and I don’t fear the strength and swordsmanship of knights who rely too much on aurors.

 

My growing strength baffled Lawrence, and the soldiers watching were impressed.

 “Is Sir Lawrence losing?” “And here I thought you were just a kid in the corner, hiding your strength.” 

The words were barely above a whisper, but Lawrence heard it and mocked him.

 

I think he couldn’t humiliate himself any more than he already had. The next moment, Lawrence aimed for my head and spun his scabbard.

 

No, just as I was about to spin it.

 

‘

Kyaah, a split second

.’

 

Taking advantage of his weak grasp, I jumped forward and punched his face.

 

—

Thud “Argh” 

Lawrence’s nose burst and bled as he hit the floor. He was shocked, as were the soldiers watching, then wiped his nose with the back of his hand and scrambled to his feet.

 “Ouch!” 

With a shout, he stabbed three more times.

 —Shunk, shunk! 

I lightly blocked all three and could read his sword path, and even the steps were telling me,

‘Here’s where he’s going to stab.’ 

 

I was stunned by the subpar attack. Martin could do better than this.

 “Hey, Normans, is this all you can do as a senior knight?” “Pfft, my name is Lawrence, here we go again!” 

Again, with another swift stab at the scabbard, Lawrence rushed in.

 

This time I did not avoid it but instead, I deflected the stab by stepping forward and on it, while continuously swinging the handle downward. The target was his hand.

 —Thud! “Ack!”

In a moment of pain, Lawrence lost his grip on his scabbard. Unlike a sword, a hilt does not have a crossguard.

 

A real sword would have saved his hand, but Lawrence didn’t think that far ahead. The soldiers watching were amazed.

 “Wow, he’s no match for him.” “A common man killing a knight, no one would believe it.” “Isn’t that enough to defeat a Commander Knight?” 

I began to beat Lawrence with the hilt of my sword. Time to teach this arrogant knight a lesson.

 — Hit, hit, hit! “How does it feel to get your ass kicked, Lawrence?” “Ugh! Eek!” 

With great humiliation with what I’ve said, He had had enough, and then activated his auror.

 — Swoosh! 

With a slight vibration, a blue aura surrounded Lawrence’s body. He lost his temper and grabbed his longsword.

 

I quickly stepped out of the sword’s spinning range. I don’t want to risk my life over something so petty.

 “What the hell, Lawrence, suddenly cheating?” 

He pointed his sword at me, while his nose was bleeding.

 “If you don’t shut that mouth of yours right now—” 

Then I heard a muffled shout,

“Stop.” 

The voice was an Auror’s, and everyone who heard it turned to look in that direction.