Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 453 - 453 213 Kill One Person

453: Chapter 213: Kill One Person 453: Chapter 213: Kill One Person The floor, not yet washed of blood stains, was splashed again with trickling crimson.

The metallic clashing of weapons echoed in the hall, accompanied by the curses of those who fell.

The throat-sealing steel blade, sprinkled with the cold gleam of blood-red.

After all, they were just peasants who had toiled in the fields; without the advantage of numbers, even clad in armor with battle experience – how could they stand against warriors trained in combat since youth.

The eyes of the tender, young boy, misty and red, futilely tried to protect his fallen companion.

Little Brandon’s screams, filled with fear but driven by immense rage, still propelled him to stab at the unstoppable Heavy Armor Guards with a short blade.

The Lord’s Guard raised the blood-stained long sword, his eyes under the mask showing slight hesitation.

As he swung down, he moved his wrist, opting instead to strike with the hilt, and knocked the extraordinarily brave boy aside.

Seeing the boy wail in pain, unable to rise again, the Guard did not continue.

Defiance of the Baron’s orders was not allowed; the boy’s death was certain, but…

it made no difference who delivered the blow, he did not want a child’s blood staining his blade.

Nearby, Yevan, held down by several soldiers, glared furiously, his feelings of humiliation almost causing him to grit his teeth to shattering.

“Let go of me!

Zalar, did I promote you to Sergeant for you to bring me shame?

I command you to release me immediately!” he roared as he struggled fiercely.

The enraged knight still powerful, if not for his grave injuries, how could a few men possibly restrain a Knight of Valor who could tear apart a fierce tiger.

Sergeant Zalar and the soldiers grimly grasped Lord Knight’s body, both bitterly complaining in their hearts and murmuring.

“Lord Yevan, the lord has ordered… don’t make this difficult for us.”

How could they defy the Lord’s command?

Today they might offend Knight Yevan, at worst suffer a military flogging and dismissal, but not following the Baron’s orders would lead to a far worse fate for themselves.

Hearing another of his men choking on his imminent death, Ron, who fought two foes bitterly, was distracted by the sound of the falling youth.

“…Kens!…Brandon!!” Ron’s slight hesitation instantly led to him being thrust to the ground by the Lord’s Guard’s spear.

“—Ah!” Yevan, enraged to the extreme, disregarding his own pain, grabbed the exposed lining of the Sergeant’s chest armor, shouted loudly as he stripped it off, freeing his right arm.

Partially freed, the knight took the opportunity to twist his body and swing his fist, knocking down one man to his left.

With his left arm now free, he counterattacked and sent the soldier pressing down from behind flying with an elbow.

The remaining soldier, pinning down the legs, suddenly screamed as if kicked by an invisible force, staggered back a few steps, fell down, found a suitable position, closed his eyes, and shut out the affairs of the Lord’s House.

Ignoring the soldier who had voluntarily backed off, the unbound Yevan sprang up, burst into the crowd and pushed a guard aside, swiftly drawing his sword to fend off the spear thrust at Ron.

In a rush, he turned, positioning his sword before the fallen rebel leader to give him a moment to breathe.

With this opportunity, the exhausted Ron struggled to rise, dragging along Brandon and the last few survivors who had been deceived into joining them at Tower Castle, retreating to the side of the corridor, back against the wall, standing ready.

Looking up to see his allies and the rebel leader twitching in a pool of blood and gradually being surrounded by Shatai Soldiers, Ron displayed a despairing wry smile.

The Guard Corps tightly encircled them, while his own troops were likely still atop the city walls waiting to be intrigued by the good news of being restructured into territorial army.

This news…

might just turn out to be true.

Only, these leaders of the refugee group were doomed not to live to see it.

Unexpectedly, Baron Shatai had returned to the town at some unknown time and using Yevan’s name, had summoned them to the castle to grant them titles.

This shameless and despicable man…

Mourning, Ron held the suffering, curled-up young boy beside him.

If he were to die, that would be the end of it; his own life had been lost ever since his wife and children were viciously harmed, but it pained him that this child was implicated by his actions…

The Fat Baron, on his throne, his beard bristling with anger bloating his fat face, fiercely smacked the armrest and rebuked Yevan: “Have you lost your mind?

For a handful of lowly rebels, defying your father, your king?”

Baron Shatai could not comprehend what had gotten into this wayward son, blocking him from making an example of the rebel leaders, especially the one who had threatened him, who must die!

He had no objection to incorporating those few thousand lowly people, as the population had nearly halved due to casualties and needed replenishing, but not to kill their leader and disperse the forming band of outsiders before they could unite into a significant force—whom would the town listen to then?

How could he continue his unquestioned rule over the territory?

Yevan, clutching his long sword, breathing heavily as if through a bellows, felt his unhealed injuries inside him as if bursting open again, but he was too enraged to feel the pain, his eyes, as if ablaze, had never before seen such contempt and hatred for his biological father’s face.

“The one who’s insane is you, father…

Those ‘lowly people’ you speak of stood with me on the city walls, faced death shoulder-to-shoulder with me, they along with me defended Shatai, saving Shatai City.

And you, abandoning the territory, the people, your wife, your son, and my family, all to carry away even one more box of treasures in the ship’s hold…”

“Today, you disgrace my honor by murdering these warriors who defended Shatai City together with me.

I am ashamed of your despicable acts,” Knight Yevan said through gritted teeth, filled with rage and shame.

“You beast!!” Baron Shatai arched his eyebrows, furiously enraged: “After so many years with Baron Sevin, did you only learn to defy your sovereign father?”

He realized that this second son, sent to an ally’s family as an Attendant and having received over ten years of knightly training, was truly educated into an immeasurable fool.