I’m a Holy Knight, but I Contracted with an Evil God - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59.
Sir Bregarr of Arseriel.
Leon was certain there was only one “Bregarr” of Arseriel that he knew.
“Could it be someone quite tall, with golden hair and blue eyes?”
“Precisely. A man whose bearing was difficult to forget once seen.”
The person Dellan described was indeed Bregarr.
Why was Bregarr in Pnebelrn?
“Is something the matter?”
“No, nothing. It’s just unexpected news.”
Leon smoothed the furrow from his brow before asking.
“When exactly did Sir Bregarr pass through here?”
“It’s been some time. It was before winter arrived, though… The village was in the thick of its busy season, and he helped with many tasks before departing.”
Before winter arrived—that was precisely when Leon had set out for the East with Tristan.
The time when Ilbar and Sir Sepia had fallen in the Silvaren Forest, when Aila had assigned missions to each of them, and when the Elite Knights had scattered to the four winds.
“He helped with tasks, you say? What specifically did he assist with?”
“It was during the village’s busiest period, you see. We had to fell as much timber as we could before the snow fell, prepare for the bitter cold—Sir Bregarr was so broad-shouldered and strong that he proved invaluable. He could hoist logs single-handedly that normally took three village men to carry. We’d never seen such strength before; everyone in the village was left speechless.”
Dellan’s eyes brightened as he recalled those days.
“When we repeatedly thanked him, he simply said it went against Arseriel’s teachings to turn away from weary people in passing, and he laughed. That remark left a deep impression on me.”
“How long did he stay in the village?”
“Four days? Five? I don’t recall exactly, but I’m certain it wasn’t more than a week.”
Too long.
Considering the mission of Missing Person Search that Bregarr had undertaken, the fact that he’d remained in this remote border village for four or five days was difficult to reconcile.
Pnebelrn was neither a crossroads where rumors gathered nor a place of strategic importance.
Had it been a waypoint to rest for a day or two, it would have been reasonable, but Pnebelrn was hardly the sort of place an Elite Knight would linger for four or five days doing village chores.
Dellan’s next words drove a wedge deeper into Leon’s suspicion.
“Moreover, for some time the forest’s aura had grown ominous, and the villagers dared not venture near it. How fortunate that Sir Bregarr set it to rights before he left.”
“The forest’s aura?”
“The beasts around the forest had grown strangely savage. Sir Bregarr cleared the area for us, and we were saved.”
Beasts grown strangely savage.
Having already discovered the Hoarfrost Grove’s congregation, Leon could readily suppose that the forest’s beasts had been affected by the Fragment just as much as the trees.
It was certainly plausible.
But the source of Leon’s unease lay elsewhere.
‘There are two possibilities to consider.’
Which was it?
That a corpse used as an offering lay buried in a clearing in the forest?
Or that the beasts of the forest, exposed to the Fragment, had simply run wild?
【Your thoughts seem tangled.】
‘…It depends on whether Bregarr is a Sensing type or not.’
There was a possibility that the forest beasts had simply run wild from the Fragment’s influence, and Bregarr had merely cleaned up the surface phenomenon.
The Fragment Leon had found in the Hoarfrost Grove’s congregation had been buried so deep in the earth, and the lingering aura left behind was so faint.
If Bregarr was a combat specialist like Tristan rather than a Sensing type, it was entirely conceivable he could have missed it.
Yet the situation remained too murky to accept at face value.
‘Deliberate or coincidence—that’s the question.’
If Bregarr’s passage through Pnebelrn had been mere chance and he’d simply resolved the commotion out of goodwill before moving on, then Bregarr had merely overlooked the Hoarfrost Grove’s source of contamination.
But.
What if the opposite were true?
What if he’d cleared the forest’s turmoil as a pretext, and had been the one to bury the corpse and the Fragment?
“Were there any other visitors to the village?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Sir Bregarr was the last until you arrived, sir.”
Dellan added with an awkward smile.
“Each time the knights of Arseriel visit, we receive such kindness. Everyone in the village is grateful for your grace.”
Grace.
Leon smiled bitterly and looked away from Dellan’s gaze.
The words of gratitude stuck in his throat like grains of sand.
He couldn’t shake the thought that the village’s calamity might have been caused by one of Arseriel’s own knights.
* * *
Treating the remaining patients consumed a full day.
The adults with milder symptoms recovered relatively smoothly, but the problem lay with the smaller children.
The children lacked the stamina necessary for recovery, quite apart from the Purification itself.
When Leon withdrew his hands from the last patient, the sun was setting once more.
“This should prevent any relapse.”
Relief washed across the faces of the patients and their families at Leon’s words.
Gratitude spilled from all corners, yet Leon’s mind had already drifted elsewhere.
To Bregarr’s whereabouts in the months since he’d visited Pnebelrn.
‘If Commander Aila said nothing about it, there must be solid grounds.’
While Leon and Tristan had headed east, Bregarr had made for the Imperial Capital at the center—and his absence from the recent imperial reception suggested he’d been assigned a separate mission in the interim.
An Elite Knight had no obligation in principle to share his movements with anyone but his commander, Aila, so it was only natural that Leon knew nothing of Bregarr’s whereabouts.
After all, Tristan and Corbin’s accompaniment on the previous mission hadn’t been mere coincidence.
Corbin’s movements Leon could infer, given their connected mission, but Tristan’s trajectory after the imperial reception remained a mystery even to him.
【Going to chase him down?】
‘I have to. The question is where he went.’
This happened months ago, not mere days.
Pursuing him would be far from simple.
And his quarry was no ordinary knight.
An Elite Knight, and one with considerable experience to boot—including Leon’s own.
As Leon’s deliberation deepened, Ecrizei spoke.
【You went to all that trouble gathering that monocle or whatever, only to let it gather dust?】
‘Basques’ Monocle?’
【Right. You said its ability was Judgment or something, didn’t it? Seems like it ought to be useful.】
‘Judgment? For tracking?’
What did Judgment have to do with tracking?
The moment Leon swallowed his protest, Ecrizei added with a scoff.
【If that monocle’s ability truly is Judgment, you can use it for tracking. That’s how its original wielder employed it.】
‘Original wielder—you mean Baniser?’
【That’s right. Baniser.】
It was precisely the sort of counsel only Ecrizei could offer.
Confirming no one was nearby, Leon withdrew Basques’ Monocle from his tunic and fitted it over his eye.
‘The method should be similar to other Holy Artifacts, I imagine?’
【Have you used other Holy Artifacts before?】
‘Yes, long ago.’
Leon smiled ruefully and channeled his senses into the monocle.
Drawing upon distant memory, he pushed his force inward, and moments later a remarkable vista unfolded through the lens.
“Ah.”
The world seen through the monocle layered strangely atop itself.
Where his left eye—unshielded by the monocle—perceived an ordinary scene, his right eye saw something like the heightened perceptual landscape that emerged when Leon drew his senses to their limit.
“This is making me a bit dizzy.”
The two disparate visions overlaying left and right induced a faint vertigo.
Leon swallowed his nausea and swept his gaze across the surroundings.
“Doesn’t seem much different from what I see with my own eyes.”
【You haven’t set criteria for the Judgment yet. That’s why. Think of what you’re looking for as correct, and everything else as false.】
Ecrizei offered the guidance, and Leon endeavored to view the things before him accordingly.
The moment he designated ‘Bregarr’s traces’ as ‘correct,’ the landscape beyond the monocle transformed dramatically.
Over the monochromatic vista, distinct footprints left months before dotted along the path like scattered marks.
Traces that should have faded with the passage of time lingered like stains, pointing in the direction Bregarr had departed.
“Man, this is an incredible thing. Baniser’s lot must be itching for it back.”
Leon marveled and lifted his gaze to follow the azure traces.
They led deep into the forest, pointing northward.
* * *
It was two days later when the villagers’ full recovery was confirmed and Coleman’s supplementary report was submitted.
The moment his duties were settled, Leon departed Pnebelrn and urged his horse along the path indicated by Basques’ Monocle.
The direction: north.
It coincided precisely with Scar—Leon’s initial destination.
The village of Banka, which he reached in this manner, proved as chaotic and tumultuous as Orden in the east.
True to its role as a crossroads connecting the northern highlands, it was large enough to be called a town yet fell just short of truly meriting the name of city.
Along the broad thoroughfare where merchant carts mixed with sell-swords’ mounts, the reek of dung and cured meat wafted through, and taverns bustled with early-arriving crowds.
The moment Leon tethered his horse and pushed through the doors of the most crowded inn, he was enveloped in smoke and noise.
He chose an empty corner table, placed his order, and quietly extended his senses.
He didn’t need to strain his ears.
Through his heightened perception, the layered voices and murmurs within the taproom seeped into his awareness.
Merchants haggling.
Complaints about the mercenaries’ commission.
Instructions from the innkeeper to the staff.
And then.
“……Did you hear? Another tunnel collapse?”
“Another one? How many times has this been?”
Leon’s attention fixed quietly on that conversation amid the noise.
“Anyone hurt? Anyone dead?”
“Yorpen and Digo. Especially Digo—seems he’s lost the use of his legs entirely.”
“His legs? What’s he supposed to do now?”
The mines and repeated accidents.
The injured.
“Come to think of it, a knight from Arseriel passed through here not long ago, heading that way.”
“Arseriel? Not Baniser?”
“No, Arseriel for sure. You can tell them apart just by their cloak colors.”
A knight from Arseriel.
The timing—recently.
Leon rose from his seat and moved naturally toward the speakers.
“Forgive me. Do you happen to remember anything more about that knight from Arseriel you just mentioned?
The two men turned their heads.
Leon offered them a light smile as they looked up at him with puzzlement.
He knew all too well how ordinary and young he appeared when he made this expression.
Continued in the next episode ▶
A Holy Knight with a Contract to an Evil God
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Ram Dat
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