The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 55 - 39: The Knight’s Wandering (2)

Chapter 55: Chapter 39: The Knight’s Wandering (2)

The night wind gently blew, and Gray lightly turned his body, carefully observing the ladybug that had landed on the leaf beside him by the moonlight.

Today, the moon was blood-red.

Why does the moon have to have three colors?

This world is too hard to understand, Gray thought.

...

"Set it on fire!"

"What?"

"I said set it on fire! Burn the whole ship! Did you hear me?!"

Yilin widened her eyes, staring fiercely at her captor, gritting her teeth, and spat out three words from her mouth, "Don’t you dare!"

"If you don’t agree, I’ll kill you!"

"Even if you kill me, I won’t agree! The King is scared, right? He’s not prepared, afraid of us crossing to the other side!"

"You! I’ll kill you!"

The person furiously roared, pressing the dagger hard against Yilin’s throat, with a drop of blood already flowing down the polished blade.

"Burn it! We’re burning it!" Huoersi shouted loudly, "Quick! Get everyone off the ship! Burn the ship!"

The suddenly awakened messengers scattered in all directions, shouting, "Off the ship! Get off the ship, quickly!"

The entire army was in turmoil.

"Huoersi! What are you talking about? Who gave you the right!"

"Miss Yilin! As long as you live, the Beisher Family lives! Protecting you means protecting the Beisher Family! It means fulfilling our promise!"

Yilin looked toward Mike, "Mike! Take him down for me! You lead the troops!"

However, Mike did not move at all. Not only that, he even reached out to stop the guard beside him who was ready to take down Huoersi. He just held his sword, cautiously watching Yilin with wide-open eyes, holding his breath.

"Abi Robbs! Uncle Gluglu!"

No one moved, everyone just looked at her. The soldiers who had already boarded the ship were disembarking.

*It felt like one foot stepping into hell. Who could have imagined this? Yilin had done her best to block all possible loopholes. In the end, the King utilized the one thing everyone knew but no one paid attention to: Gray never taking off his mask.*

"You all! Ah—!" Yilin screamed in anger, her eyes gradually becoming moist.

Huoersi dropped his weapon, raised his hands, and cautiously approached, "We can meet your demands, but you must ensure Miss Yilin’s safety!"

"Back off!" The person roared frantically, pressing the dagger even harder against Yilin’s throat.

Terrified, Huoersi quickly backed away, and the fully armed guards around also retreated.

"Don’t worry, as long as you meet my demands, I promise she won’t be harmed. You don’t need me to tell you who sent me, right? His orders included that we should only burn the ships, not harm your Miss Yilin. After all, if she dies, even if we win against you, there would be many repercussions. That’s not what we want."

"Alright! Don’t get agitated! We’ll listen to you! Set the fire—! Burn it as soon as you get off the ship!"

*Yilin helplessly looked around, her tears uncontrollably starting to fall.*

*Undoubtedly, this was an excellent opportunity. As long as they could get to the other side, they would win. Otherwise, the King wouldn’t use such tactics.*

*But... this opportunity, it’s gone forever.*

In the crowd, Shelley, who was closely following Count Gruglu, nervously watched Yilin.

...

Gray turned his body, propped his chin, and looked at the frog that had jumped in front of him. The frog was also looking at him.

"Ribbit!" the frog croaked.

"Ribbit!" Gray croaked in return.

"Ribbit!" the frog croaked again.

"Ribbit!" Gray continued to respond.

"Can you speak frog?"

"No."

"Then why are you croaking?"

"I just find it amusing."

"Feeling better?"

"No. What should I do?"

"If it were a human, I’d suggest taking a bath and getting a good night’s sleep. Maybe things will look different tomorrow?"

"Lich, you can suggest the same. Alright, I’ll sleep for a bit and see." Saying this, Gray turned his body again, looking at the blood-red moon in the sky, and said, "Hibernate... five, no, six hours should do."

After saying this, his hand gently drooped, becoming motionless.

The Black Cat struggled to open the visor, climbed out from inside, then covered the visor again.

It sighed helplessly, keeping watch.

...

The flames shot skyward, and the raging fire finally spread to every ship.

The person holding Yilin hostage nodded in satisfaction, released Yilin, turned around, and jumped into the water.

"After him—!"

"Quick, put out the fire! Put out the fire!"

Shelley hurried over with a blanket to wrap the shivering Yilin.

*Yilin, helpless, sobbed and choked out, "Where is Gray?"*

"Hm?" The people gathered around were stunned for a moment.

"Find him for me—!" Yilin hysterically roared.

The flames illuminated half of the sky, turning everything red. The drifting embers even flew over the enemy troops on the other side.

Wrapped in a thick coat, the pallid-faced King Baird VI stood by the shore, leaning on his cane, gazing out quietly.

Dora stood right behind him.

"It seems Lord Jones lurking in White City was indeed useful. If it wasn’t for him going there personally, we wouldn’t have been able to know so much about White City and burn their ships so smoothly. Well, as long as all their ships are burned, delayed a few days, until our own ships arrive, this war will essentially be over."

"Are you sure we will win?" Dora asked.

"Of course. I am old, but I’m not so old that I can’t handle a little girl. Not to mention, there are still quite a few of my people in her troops. Even if they were all her own people, she still wouldn’t stand a chance. Mere desperation."

"If that’s the case, then send someone to rescue Lord Jones."

"Rescue? He’s just on the other side. Can’t he fly back by himself?"

"No. Lord Jones has been very careful not to use any magic. After all, he is about to inherit the title of Duke. If people saw him using magic, it would be problematic."

"Alright. But we have to wait a few days, and we can’t bring him into the camp. The bishop will arrive soon. Although he does not approve of changing the line of succession, he still needs to witness the war. It must be won fairly and justly, to recover some support from the church."

"Understood." Dora lightly nodded.

...

Gray only woke up when the sky was getting light.

The moment he woke up, he felt surrounded by people. To be precise, a circle of soldiers, each with their swords drawn.

Gray quickly sat up, recognizing these soldiers as Yilin’s at a glance.

"What should we do? Is this one real?"

"Who knows? No one has seen his face. How can you tell by the armor?"

"Should we let Miss Yilin identify him personally? She should recognize him."

"Are you crazy? Miss Yilin was just held hostage! What if this one is fake too? We can’t let him near Miss Yilin until we’re sure he’s real!"

Pushing through the crowd, a disheveled Mike stepped forward. He hesitated a little when he saw Gray but then reluctantly said, "Seize him."

"Yes!"

"What do you think you’re doing?" Gray exclaimed.

"Don’t resist!" The Black Cat, which had been driven far away, shouted.

"What’s going on? What’s going on? What are you doing!"

"Baron Gray, we are simply following orders!"

In the street, countless onlookers curiously watched him.

...

Half an hour later, Gray was locked in the castle dungeon.

In the empty dungeon, he was alone. Except for a few scurrying rats.

The Black Cat finally squeezed in through the sewer bars in the corner.

"What happened?"

"See for yourself."

Gray turned around and looked through the partially exposed window of the dungeon at the distant sky filled with black smoke.

"What is that?"

"Last night, someone impersonated you, held Miss Yilin hostage, and forced them to burn all the ships. Now Miss Yilin has almost no ships left. Everyone in White City is talking about it."

"Impersonated me? How was that done?"

"Is it hard to impersonate you? Just a set of armor, who can tell the difference?"

"Oh no, I mean, since they know it’s an impersonation, why did they capture me?"

The Black Cat rolled its eyes helplessly, "How do they know that the current you is not also an impersonation? In any case, it’s always safer to lock you up first, right?"

Gray was dumbfounded.

"Well, I suggested you sleep, hoping your mood would improve today. But now it seems even worse."

"What should I do now?"

"Just stay here. Yilin should come soon. Or Shelley will come."

Sure enough, within ten minutes, the dungeon door opened. Yilin entered with Shelley and a large group of fully armed soldiers.

Behind the wooden bars, they looked at Gray from a distance, their eyes filled with hope and unease.

"Can you prove that you are Baron Gray?" Yilin asked softly.

Gray thought for a moment and shook his head, "No."

"How can you say no? It’s infuriating! At a time like this, you say no. Do you want your mask to be removed?" The Black Cat cried out in anger.

However, Yilin slowly let out a breath, "He is definitely Baron Gray."

The surrounding soldiers also sighed in relief.

"Huh? How did she figure it out?" The Black Cat was now confused.

The cell door was opened. Shelley pounced into Gray’s arms, "Gray—! I knew last night’s one was a fake. The real one meows!"

Entering from outside the cell, Yilin said softly, "Shelley, stay with him. For now, both of you stay in the castle and don’t go out."

"Why?" Gray urgently asked, "Isn’t there a war going on? I can..."

"You can do nothing!" Before he could finish, Yilin interrupted, "Staying in the castle is the most help you can offer me. Everyone knows what happened last night. Even though everyone knows it wasn’t you, appearing in the camp will cause panic. Even walking through White City could cause panic. We have just inexplicably suffered a defeat, and everyone’s mood is low. We are not a very united coalition to begin with. I can’t afford any accidents. Promise me, Gray. Even if it’s an injustice, you have to stay in the castle until the war ends. I will compensate you afterward if I win."

"But I want to demonstrate the knightly spirit on the battlefield..." Gray still wanted to argue.

Yet no one could change Yilin’s decision. She interrupted him again, gently saying, "What I need now is not knightly spirit. Knightly spirit won’t help me win. Without victory, knightly spirit is worthless. What I need is for you to stay in the castle and not go anywhere. Can you?"

Without waiting for Gray’s reply, Yilin already took a step back, turned around, and walked away with her guards.

Gray stood dazed, watching Yilin’s retreating figure.

The cell was now left with him, Shelley, and the open cell door.