I’m a Holy Knight, but I Contracted with an Evil God - Chapter 15

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Episode 15.
The next schedule was announced the following morning.
The announcement contained Leon’s overwhelming first-place finish and a directive to reorganize teams based on that performance.
Remarkably, the team captains of the two newly divided groups were Ilbar and Leon.
“Captain all of a sudden?”
“Does that even make sense?”
“I suppose Ilbar is the overall top student, so that’s natural, but…”
“Even so, a captain for the Midterm Evaluation?”
This extraordinary appointment of team captains sent another wave of tension through Baekya’s Corridor in its entirety.
The announced Midterm Evaluation was no simple training exercise.
It was one of the major assessments in the entire Candidate training program—one that could ultimately determine final standings by comprehensively evaluating not only individual Candidates’ capabilities but also their command of a unit and their responsiveness in the field.
For such a crucial Midterm Evaluation, the captain would be a mere fledgling who’d been here only a handful of days!
Some Candidates who thought this way could not accept Leon’s appointment as captain, and the team split—in practice—into those who accepted Leon’s methods and those who did not.
Naturally, the former aligned themselves with Leon’s team, while the latter joined Ilbar’s.
“Follow someone who only relies on cheap tricks as captain? No chance.”
Bercello made a show of clicking his tongue in disapproval, muttering loudly to himself.
Kail chimed in beside him.
“No amount of reckless improvisation and wishful thinking will beat Ilbar.”
Unlike the two of them, Sirent took his place without hesitation at Leon’s side.
Sirent didn’t think Leon was superior to Ilbar either, but he seemed at least curious to see what extraordinary approach Leon might demonstrate this time.
In the midst of this taut tension, everyone threw themselves into test preparation in their own way.
They analyzed strategy, ran through hypothetical scenarios, and honed themselves for flawless victory.
Leon was no different, but the team meetings that stretched on for hours seemed to have no end in sight.
All of his teammates, including Sirent, brimmed with enthusiasm, yet their strategy still centered on textbook-perfect victory.
This conflicted with Leon’s efficiency-focused approach, so he needed to convince and bring his teammates to understanding.
Leon felt the need to clear his head for a moment.
“Let’s take a break. It’s about time for a meal anyway.”
Leon rose from his seat and left Baekya’s Corridor, the exclusive space for Candidates.
His destination was the Second Dining Hall, where Trainee Holy Knights and Trainee Priests—mostly younger trainees—gathered.
【Given up on adapting after just a few days?】
‘No. There’s something I need to confirm.’
After joining the 2nd Holy Knight Order following Ayla, he’d naturally stopped coming to the Second Dining Hall, so his return felt like ages ago.
For Leon, whose affiliation had changed, there was little reason to seek out this place anymore.
But the Second Dining Hall he encountered after so long was brimming with the characteristic bustle and vitality that masses of people exuded.
It stood in stark contrast to the exclusive, sparse corridor of Baekya’s Corridor.
That vivid distinction was welcome enough, but Leon’s purpose lay elsewhere.
【Confirm?】
Brushing off Ecrese’s question lightly, the moment Leon stepped into the dining hall, his brow furrowed slightly.
Even amid the cacophony, one group caught his eye—conspicuously.
Theoren and his circle.
And surrounded within that group, a small, cowering silhouette.
【That’s what you meant by confirming?】
‘Yes. Unfolding exactly as expected.’
The moment Leon’s face registered open displeasure upon recognizing that silhouette, Theoren’s voice filled the dining hall.
“Look at this. This is why talentless fools don’t belong here. Can’t even carry a tray properly, can you?”
His face swept theatrically across the room as he shouted, his features twisted with contempt.
Before Theoren lay Afrisio, curled up on the floor in a heap.
He must have gone down still clutching his food-laden tray, for Afrisio was now covered head to toe in spilled food.
He could picture exactly what had happened with his eyes closed.
Theoren’s whelp had almost certainly tripped him.
No matter how slight Afrisio’s frame was, he wasn’t clumsy enough to trip over his own feet.
“Tch.”line>
One of Theoren’s group spotted Leon, who was barely suppressing a sigh.

The one who’d spotted him wore an awkward expression and gestured toward Theoren, who also noticed Leon.
The moment their eyes met, Leon opened his mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Now Theoren’s circle and Afrisio were Trainee Holy Knights, while Leon was an Elite Knight Candidate.
Though both bore the title of Candidate, considering that Elite Knight Candidates are often selected from even the ranks of full Holy Knights, Leon was senior to everyone present in this place.
Thus, Theoren’s excuse emerged with a certain measure of deference.
“Our peer made a mistake, so we were merely showing our concern. This is hardly something an Elite Knight Candidate needs to trouble himself with, sir.”
But regardless of his polite demeanor, Theoren couldn’t hide the faint mockery in his expression.
While he claimed to be concerned for his peer, the situation was plain enough—his face betrayed an unmistakable thought: *And what exactly do you plan to do about it?*
Leon felt cold fury rising within him and spoke in a low, cutting voice.
“Anyone can see you’re not really worried.”
“Perhaps. I suppose it’s because you’re seeing things so carelessly. More importantly, isn’t it overstepping for an Elite Knight Candidate to meddle so readily in affairs between Trainee Holy Knights?”
Theoren skillfully invoked the notion of overstepping, needling at Leon’s restraint.
His attitude made it clear he understood perfectly well that even an Elite Knight Candidate couldn’t discipline him without proper justification.
If Leon used force to crush him now, the whisper would spread: *A superior bullying his subordinate.*
【Just show him the difference in power. That’s the cleanest way, isn’t it?】
‘I’d face discipline myself. That won’t work.’
Leon stared at Theoren and his group for a moment, then extended his hand toward Afrisio, who still sat crumpled on the floor.
Silence fell over the dining hall in an instant.
Theoren and his companions openly watched Leon’s expression and began to back away.
Soon after, they hurried out of the hall.
“…L-Leon.”
Even after Theoren’s group had vanished, Afrisio only stared at the hand Leon offered, making no move to take it.
When Leon’s arm had begun to feel awkward, Afrisio exhaled deeply and rose to his feet.
“I…I received help again.”
Afrisio spoke with a bitter smile.
Leon felt the bitterness too, but offered no idle words in response.
He knew better than anyone that whatever he said now would offer Afrisio no comfort.
He simply helped him remove his soiled clothes.
“This is…pathetic.”
When Leon offered no platitudes, Afrisio spoke first, his voice wavering.
His eyes had turned red.
“H-how can I be so…so helpless? Day after day, I f-face things like this, and now it’s all b-becoming familiar. Everyone l-looks at me like I’m an insect…and I d-don’t even understand what I d-did so wrong. Is it b-because I’m weak? Because I l-lack talent compared to others, b-because I don’t try hard enough? Everyone d-despises me, it’s only n-natural, and yet accepting help l-like this makes me feel s-shameless. Since the last time you h-helped me, I’ve tried harder, d-doubled my training, p-pushed myself—”
Leon listened to Afrisio’s complaint in silence, then spoke flatly.
“Your talent might lie elsewhere.”
“…W-what?”
“You were admitted, weren’t you? That means you passed the basic entrance exam. If you passed the entrance test, doesn’t that mean…you have talent in a different area?”
“A…a different area?”
Afrisio repeated his words blankly, and Leon paused, as though considering something.
Afrisio’s reaction was only natural.
The Dorban Family, a prestigious house specialized in close combat, would regard a Support Class as essentially worthless.
Leon waited a moment, then added:
“The Holy Knight order doesn’t consist only of combat roles.”
“You m-mean the Support Class?”
“Yes. I’ve heard Support Class members don’t rely on physical ability.”
If physical strength wasn’t required, then separate testing wouldn’t be conducted, making it difficult for trainees to recognize their own aptitudes.
Besides, those suited to Support Class roles were rare to begin with.
Most discovered their talents through standard coursework, but Afrisio, pressured by his family, had skipped every class related to the Support Class—the one field where he truly excelled.
‘In the first place, Support Class lessons are practically electives. I doubt he even thought of taking them past twenty.’
Because of family pressure, he would have needed to devote every spare moment just to catch up on courses he hadn’t attended.
Without talent, he would have needed twice or triple the time and effort others did.
But the Support Class was precisely where Afrisio possessed his most exceptional gift.
“B-but…I’m from the Dorban F-family. There’s no way I c-could have talent in Support Class…”
“Have you tested it?”
“…N-no…”
“Then how would you know? I didn’t know I had Holy Power either.”
At Leon’s question, Afrisio fell silent.
Had it been anyone else speaking, the name “Dorban” would have made him dismissive.
But the one suggesting this possibility was Leon himself.
The boy who, on his first day of admission, wielded enough Holy Power to summon the Golden Petal—who came from a remote village and knew nothing of what the Dorban Family was.
Leon’s unbiased gaze shook Afrisio’s resolve.
“…Could it really be so?”
“Try it. You’ve got nothing to lose.”
Leon spoke with deliberate casualness.
Natural persuasion mattered most.
So that Afrisio could think more flexibly.
After a long silence, words finally emerged from Afrisio’s lips—hesitant, yet carrying within them the faint glimmer of resolve.
“…y-yes, you’re right. I… I should test it and see, shouldn’t I? There’s no knowing without trying.”
His hesitation crystallized into resolve.
Afrisio nodded to himself as though making a vow, then looked Leon in the eye.
This time his gaze held a glimmer of hope.
“Yes. Let me at least confirm it.”
“R-right!”
Hope is a precious thing.
And if its outcome proves favorable, all the better.
Leon found himself smiling as he clapped Afrisio on the shoulder.
“Let me know if you hear anything good.”
Afrisio returned to his room, his face noticeably brighter.
As Leon watched his departing figure, more confident now, Ecrese’s voice cut through with a jibe.
【Playing coy when you already know the result.】
‘Push too hard and the trust you’ve earned evaporates,’ he thought.
【Scheming to the core.】
‘Thanks for the compliment.’
By pointing Afrisio in the right direction, Leon had at least extinguished the immediate fire.
The man would certainly become a formidable asset in time.
But that was a story for the distant future—what mattered now was the Midterm Evaluation looming before him.
Leon turned his steps back toward Baekya’s Corridor, already turning over in his mind how to convince his teammates to accept his methods.
To be continued ▶
A Holy Knight Who Made a Contract with an Evil God
Author
Ram Dat
Publisher
Kim Suk-hwan, Choi Se-ra
Published by
Grae Publishing
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Date of Publication
March 27, 2026
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