Weed was conflicted for a while.
‘How should I do this?’
Weed had received a lot of seemingly impossible quests before, but he could see route for each to some extent.
He was in a temporary standstill, so Princess Remy red lips puffed up and spoke.
“For me, there’s no one else but Knight nim. Even now, in your current cursed form; though strange, I can still tell. All I know that it is Knight nim who will help me.”
You Have Accepted The Quest.
Completely option-less!
The quest had just accepted itself.
For the Knights, some of these cases do occur.
Whether it was the frail women, aristocratic women, or their enshrined lord’s will, they could not refuse.
This was a characteristic of the Knights!
‘Terrrrrrific.’
Weed felt the cold wind blowing through his ribs.
He looked around; the place was flooded with Monsters, Humans, Elves, and Barbarians.
One of the most intense battles in history, the Palrangka Conflict!
He was to deliver the Princess away from here.
The beauty and the white horse.
Enemies everywhere!
This perfectly fits into the romance of the Knight.
And there were even the high-leveled fire-breathing monster Drakes.
Along with the fact that the current human Knights who were fighting seemed to be at level 300 at the very least.
The ordinary Soldiers were also formidable. Beings of the warring age, they were high level soldiers.
Not to mention the Barbarians, Elves, and Monsters ranking from lower tier to the top, along with giant monsters, all presented.
Plenty of them, if not at the rank of Lich Shire, were about the class of the Vampire Lords.
Extensive range magic blasts all around; huge rocks flew for a great distance and when lands, dented the earth and ruptured as easily as an egg spattering.
He must work alone and survive while escorting the Princess on the white horse to breakthrough the battlefield, ranging in miles.
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The Princess’s Knight
Weed’s eyes shone sharply.
‘Anyway, I can only do my best.’
Having received the commission, he could not back out.
As the fight goes on, he would not have a single moment of rest; Weed courteously bowed to the waist.
“Remy; no, Princess.”
“Yes, Knight nim.”
Princess Remy’s starry eyes were looking down on Weed.
In Weed’s eyes, he saw her small and delicate feet and calves.
To some men, the women’s feet were poisonous things. But Weed did not have such a hobby.
“You must be willing to believe in me. Do not be alarm of whatever happens, you must trust only in me.”
“Yes, I understand. My life, I will leave it in thee.”
Weed ended it there and did not talking anymore.
The Human troops approaching were increasing in number all around them; and flying rocks as well as magic spells were at their doorstep.
This place they stumbled on was on the verge of becoming a vortex of the war.
Weed modestly accepted the rein to become the master of the white horse.
He then pulled the Princess up and placed her behind him.
Puhihing!
The horse lightly neighs.
While one hand holding onto the rein, the other pulled out a sword.
Ding!
Have equipped the Knight of Kallamore Kingdom Koldrim’s sword; Reputation will increase by 2500.
Attack Speed increases.
Strength increases.
Agility increases.
With the powerful Charisma, will overwhelm weaker Monsters.
The power of the Ice Daemon retained in this blade.
Weed tapped the horse to accelerate towards the center of the enemy’s camp.
“Go, giddy up!”
With each of its propagating steps, the white horse accelerated to a scary speed.
This steed was in another dimension when comparing to the colt he had to accept back in Rosenheim Kingdom, during the operation in the Lair of Litvart.
A Knight’s assault is significantly affected by the charge of the horse.
A good steed isn't all based on its stamina or speed, even its gene is deliberate when raising one from conception.
For the most valuable of horses, the beginning of the deliberation starts at the horse's lineage!
He did not know, but he could tell that the horse he was currently riding must have been extremely expensive.
Due to the horse’s terribly rapid sprint, the wind was getting sliced up before them.
A speed comparable to an arrow in flight.
Weed’s eyes widened and held out his sword.
From now on, the only thing he felt was the hilt of his blade. He did not feel the tender and delicate warmth of the Princess who was hanging onto his back.
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Swordsmanship Dojang.
Jeong Ilhun, dressed in his uniform, was waiting for Cha Eunhee.
“Yo.”
“Yes, Sahyeong.”
“Women say, appearance isn’t everything. So you shouldn’t mind that, k?”
Cheo Jongbeom made haste and spoke.
“Your words are right.”
Ma Sangbeom also patted him.
“I believe Miss Seechwi is fair in nature. And she seems to like you. She’s even coming to the Dojang to meet you, you know?