Vote for Your Knight! - Chapter 73

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Vote for your knight!
Chapter 73
The creature that had awakened seized Clover by the ankle.
“Clover, shh! I’ll get you out—just stay quiet…….”
“Argh, no! Let go of me!”
Even as David tried to calm her, the panicked Clover continued to shriek.
At the sound, the other creatures began to stir and rise.
Pierre swung his Bola and tore the creature’s grip from Clover, freeing her at last.
But by then, more enemies were already rising, turning their gaze toward the group.
“No choice—we run for the Cave and fight as we go!”
David shouted.
With his Greatsword, David took the lead.
Pierre, wielding his Whip, brought up the rear, and they bolted forward.
Under David’s blade, the creatures fell like bundled branches.
Drenched in rain, wielding his Greatsword, David moved like a god from myth itself. Through the fabric clinging to his frame, his musculature showed in sharp relief.
Countless enemies shattered against the silver of his blade.
But their numbers were overwhelming.
They surged forward in a torrent.
One misstep, and the deluge would surround and trap them.
Just as several creatures rushed David all at once—precisely as he’d feared—
Kusto hurled a Harpoon that felled one enemy, then sent a Bola spinning toward another.
The raw destructive force of a wild beast unleashed.
“You alright?”
Kusto fixed David with golden eyes, asking the question.
“I’m fine. Thanks, Kusto.”
“Don’t mention it. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters.”
While the two struggled at the front,
Pierre was carving through the enemy ranks alone in the rear.
Whoosh-crack!
His long, rigid Whip swept three creatures away in a single stroke.
His Whip Technique flowed like a dance, dazzling in its intricacy.
Strong and sharp, yet at times graceful and fluid.
Where it fell, enemies burst like sparks or crumpled to the ground.
And Morris’s Arrows, darting through gaps in the Whip like wind itself, were no less formidable.
Though the driving rain should have thrown off his aim, Morris’s shots never missed.
The crisp draw of his bowstring and the precision of each Arrow piercing through an enemy—it was like watching a single coordinated movement of a military formation.
David, leading the charge, finally pushed into the Cave where the Key lay hidden.
As David and Kusto cut down the guardian within, Pierre and the others held position outside to prevent any creature from entering.
The Key rested at the very heart of the Cave, placed atop a stone.
David seized the Key.
“Excellent. Key acquired!”
Kusto cried out.
And with that, he and David rushed back outside.
That was when it happened.
A creature leaped down from atop the Cave and pinned Clover.
“Ahhh!”
“Clover!”
Olivier swung his Bola.
In that same instant, another creature came from behind and overwhelmed Olivier.
“Argh!”
“Olivier!”
Morris was about to rush to his aid—
“Stay back, Morris! If you’re caught too, the number of Survivors drops!”
Olivier barked the command like a curse.
A decision made for the team’s sake.
Clover, by contrast, shrieked in terror.
“Help me! Argh! Save me!”
Morris stood paralyzed, but Olivier spoke with icy clarity.
“This is the Game! I’m not really dying! Go, now! Before you’re caught too!”
At those words, clarity snapped into focus.
David shouted as well.
“We have to go. Now. We can’t let Olivier and Clover’s sacrifice be for nothing.”
They swallowed their regret and ran toward the Beach where the Bunker stood.
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Killian Gruci was cornered too.
There were simply too many enemies.
It was nearly impossible to approach the Cave where the Key lay.
Then a portion of the enemy forces moved elsewhere.
Killian, locked in desperate combat, caught sight of it and went rigid.
“The enemies are heading for the Beach!”
What lay on the Beach was the Bunker.
That is, where Rafael and Antre remained alone.
Dmitri cried out.
“They’re after Rafael and Antre!”
All Rafael and Antre possessed were shovels—hardly weapons—and a crude spear.
At this rate, they wouldn’t get a proper fight before losing two more team members without question.
Pavel, casting aside his broken spear and firing Arrows, spoke.
“I’ll go help Rafael and Antre! You all need to find the Key and get to the Bunker fast!”
“Got it!”
Deni Binoshu answered.
As Pavel dashed toward the Bunker, Deni’s voice followed him.
“Be careful, Pavel.”
A faint smile bloomed across Pavel’s tense face as he ran.
Already, enemies swarmed around the Bunker.
“Get back!”
“Out of the way!”
Pavel spotted Rafael and Antre wielding their shovel and spear in a threatening stance.
He looked down at the Bow in his own hand.
‘I’ve barely any Arrows left.’
This wouldn’t be enough to take them all down.
Then Antre, spotting Pavel, cried out.
“Pavel! Help us!”
As Antre suddenly shouted, Rafael turned to Pavel with alarm written across his face.
In that instant, Pavel raised one finger and pressed it firmly to his lips.
‘Shh. Stay quiet.’
Antre too seemed to remember what he’d forgotten, and covered his mouth.
The night before, in the darkness, the enemies hadn’t been able to find the team members hiding in the Bunker.
They’d relied solely on sound to locate their prey.
Now, with the rain and wind beating down.
Even in this darkness, if they held their breath and made no noise, it would work.
‘But first I have to get Rafael and Antre out of the circle.’
Pavel aimed two Arrows at the side of the Bunker at once.
Whistle! Thunk!
At the sound, the enemies’ heads turned toward where the Arrows struck.
Their single eyes fluttered madly as they began to move slowly—very slowly—in that direction.
In that window, Rafael and Antre began to slip away from their position.
Then.
Crackle!
In their tension, a foot came down wrong and a sound escaped from beneath them.
The enemies turned their heads as one.
Rotated a full 180 degrees—faces with only a single eye.
The sheer wrongness of it was enough to make Antre scream.
“G-gaahhh…!”
The enemies immediately changed course and advanced toward Antre.
‘No. I have to redirect their attention!’
But even when Pavel fired Arrows in a different direction, this time they weren’t fooled.
‘If this keeps up, Antre will be caught!’
Pavel began to frantically fire Arrows at the approaching enemies.
They staggered and fell, writhing in chaos.
‘That’s it! Keep going like this…!’
Pavel felt a chill run down his spine as he drew his bow.
His quiver was empty.
‘The arrows are gone…….’
The enemies who had been stumbling about now steadied themselves and advanced toward Pavel.
‘What do I do!’
Pavel began running in the opposite direction.
It was better to lure all the enemies toward himself alone.
If he sacrificed himself, his two teammates could survive!
Behind him, he heard the creatures charging wildly, their eyes blinking frantically in pursuit.
Even if they didn’t kill him, being caught by those monsters would be absolutely horrifying.
‘Terrified! Terrified!’
If only he had a Greatsword, he could fell creatures like these in a single stroke!
Pavel’s jaw clenched tight.
Whish!
From somewhere, a Harpoon cut through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.
The enemies that had followed Pavel right up to his heels were sliced diagonally and collapsed into clouds of dust.
“What are you doing!”
A familiar voice called down from above his head.
“You almost got caught!”
It was Deni Binoshu.
“Shushu, Shushu……!”
Pavel’s face lit up with shock.
Deni Binoshu muttered with an annoyed expression.
“I had a feeling something like this would happen, so I came after you…….”
“You came to save me.”
Pavel spoke with a moved expression.
Deni Binoshu scowled deeply and replied.
“You’re incredibly troublesome, you know that?”
“I’m really grateful.”
“That’s why you and I are different.”
“I’m alive because of you!”
Speaking past each other in their own ways, the two made their way back together.
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“Seems like it’s settled.”
David muttered to himself.
He’d run over when he heard the commotion in the distance, and it turned out to be Deni Binoshu and Pavel.
As he turned around, Pierre was standing right behind him.
“Ah!”
His violet eyes gleamed sharply through locks of ash-gray hair.
In his hand he held a Whip made from a wooden branch.
“Pierre?”
“I wondered where you were going, leaving the Bunker alone.”
“So you came after me?”
“Yes. I wanted to be alone with you.”
Pierre said, gripping the Whip tightly.
“Isn’t our friendship a bit excessive?”
David let out a soft chuckle as he spoke.
But then he noticed Pierre’s collar was torn.
His forearm was completely exposed, as if he’d accidentally torn his sleeve while swinging the Whip.
Yet his forearm was covered in scars running across it in lines.
Just like the marks left by a Whip.
“What are these scars?”
“Ah.”
“Don’t tell me your master……?”
David’s eyes widened.
Pierre glanced at his forearm as though it were nothing of importance.
“No. This is…….”
Then he smiled coldly and spoke.

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