Vote for Your Knight! - Chapter 74

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Vote for your knight!
Episode 74
“It was what my former employer did to me.”
“Your former employer?”
David asked. Pierre spoke with detachment, as though recounting someone else’s story.
“That bastard was like a demon. When I was a child with nowhere to go after losing my parents, he’d crack his whip at me whenever boredom struck. My master saw this and saved me from that wretch.”
David’s eyes widened.
He’d always thought Pierre had only one master.
He’d thought the anecdotes about the master and the whip were just playful talk.
So there really had been a cruel employer who’d inflicted violence upon him.
Pierre continued.
“The memory of being struck by that whip left me with tremendous pain. My master freed me from that trauma. More than that, he trained me until I could handle a whip with absolute mastery. I can never forget that debt. So…….”
Something flickered in Pierre’s eyes for a moment—a light cold as ice.
“I cannot forget the one who killed him.”
David felt a chill run through him.
“Don’t tell me your master also…….”
“Yes. He went to fight the Tyrant.”
Then Pierre turned and looked directly at David.
His whip gripped tightly in his hand.
“I thought you should know.”
* * *
By the time Pavel and Deni reached the Bunker, the rain had stopped.
Dark clouds parted, and sunlight peeked through.
Though Andre had been captured by the enemy, it was a relief that at least Rafael had survived.
Soon other team members brought the Key.
“Once the sun came out, those bastards just collapsed one by one.”
They carefully opened the Bunker.
Inside the darkness of the Bunker.
Something revealed itself.
Six oars.
“What is this?”
Killian Gruci strode inside.
The oars were quite large and sturdy.
“But what are we supposed to do with just oars?”
“Are we meant to build a Raft?”
Dmitri and Rafael exchanged puzzled glances.
“If that’s the case, we won’t be escaping today.”
Killian Gruci dropped himself onto the ground with a thud.
He showed clear signs of exhaustion from the battle with the enemy.
It was then.
Rafael, lost in thought, lifted his head.
“Wait. This might not be everything.”
“Not everything?”
Dmitri questioned back.
“I don’t think the Bunkers of the other teams just have oars.”
“Oh! You’re right! The other teams’ Bunkers could have boats, and still others might have sails!”
Pavel clapped his hands together in agreement.
It was then that Killian Gruci’s expression darkened.
“If that’s true, then the Escape Item Theft Battle might not just mean stealing items from enemies.”
At those words, all the team members froze like stone.

Its true meaning might be to steal supplies from the other teams and escape the island.
Then Dmitri spoke up.
“Or it could mean we’re supposed to work together to escape.”
“Right! Since each team has different Supply Equipment.”
Pavel nodded and looked around at the group.
But the team members’ reactions were split.
Deni spoke cautiously.
“Even if we’re thinking of cooperating, the other teams might try to attack us.”
“We need to consider every possibility.”
Rafael nodded and continued.
“Let’s scout the other team first. We need to see what they’re thinking.”
But when they approached David’s team’s bunker position.
The Escape Item Theft Battle had already begun.
* * *
Whoosh! Whirr!
Arrows flew toward the open bunker entrance.
But the arrows were slightly different from Supply Equipment.
Morris’s face twisted as he picked up a fallen arrow.
“This is too much! Filing the arrow shaft into sharp points like that! If it actually hits, someone could be seriously hurt!”
“Then just stay back and don’t come near the bunker!”
Christian Lon’s voice rang out from beyond the thicket.
“What? This is our bunker!”
Kusto cried out incredulously.
‘There’s a limit to how backwards that logic is.’
Under Christian Lon’s direction, Grimal Baldo and Biang Olson were firing arrows.
It was right in front of David’s team’s bunker.
While they were opening the door with a key and holding a brief meeting.
Christian Lon’s team suddenly burst in and started shooting arrows.
They had already lost Larie Cruz, who had the harpoon, and Hasen Yut and Noah Bik, who had carried shovels.
Christian Lon stepped out from the thicket and walked toward the bunker.
The two team members remaining behind aimed arrows at David’s approaching team.
“What are you doing!”
Pierre finally shouted.
“What else! We’re ‘stealing’ the escape supplies as the mission says!”
Christian Lon declared boldly.
David’s eyes turned cold.
“I don’t want to fight, but it seems I have no choice.”
Then he turned around.
“Cover me.”
Pierre raised his whip.
“Got it.”
David gripped his sword firmly and strode toward the bunker in long steps.
Christian Lon cried out in panic.
“Wait, wait, are you insane! David! You’ll get hurt!”
He hadn’t expected David to come at him like this.
But David simply knocked away the arrows aimed at him with his blade.
Pierre’s whip passed like the wind across his acrobatic movements.
The arrows snapped and bounced back weakly.
“Damn it! Draw multiple arrows at once!”
Christian Lon shouted.
Several arrows came pouring down. Unlike before, when they’d fired only a few at a time, it was quite deadly.
But David was no pushover either.
He advanced nimbly, dodging or striking the arrows aside as though performing the Sword Dance, and finally reached Christian Lon’s position without a scratch on his body.
“Leave now.”
……
“If you won’t, then fight me fairly.”
David spoke, his gaze fixed on the sword in Christian Lon’s hand.
Christian Lon bit his lip with tension in his eyes. But then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled. And he leveled his sword at David.
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Before the words had even finished, he swung his blade without warning.
David blocked it with his blade as though he’d anticipated it, then deflected Christian Lon’s sword to the side.
Losing his balance, Christian Lon stumbled forward. David seized the moment, slipped behind him, and pressed his blade to his throat.
!
“What will you do now, Christian?”
Christian Lon’s face went pale.
A training sword wouldn’t sever his neck, but the sheer momentum was terrifying enough.
He was no match in a one-on-one duel.
He glanced sideways with the corner of his eye, then clenched his teeth.
Then he opened his mouth.
“Keep firing—arrows!”
In the same moment, Christian Lon grabbed a handful of earth and flung it toward David’s eyes.
“Ugh!”
As David staggered back, Christian Lon bolted into the open bunker.
* * *
“They’re already fighting?”
Pavel spoke as though it were beyond belief.
Killian Gruci, arms folded across his chest, murmured quietly.
“While they’re distracted, we’ll slip in and steal Christian Lon’s team’s supplies.”
“What?”
There’s always someone faster running while another flies.
Killian Gruci was exactly that sort.
As a general air of agreement settled over them, Dmitri suddenly whispered something to Pavel and Rafael Lorang.
The two nodded and dashed back to their own bunker.
“What did he say?”
“He told us to bring our oars.”
“What?”
“Killian, I think I understand the princess’s intention.”
“What do you mean?”
“We need to go mediate between those two teams first.”
“Why should we? I agree with Killian’s idea.”
Deni Binoshu said this.
At that, Dmitri looked up at the sky.
“The sun will set soon.”
A crimson sunset was already creeping across the blue expanse above.
Soon it would be time for the enemies to wake again.
* * *
Crack!
The whip Pierre swung carved a straight line through the air.
The arrows hurtling toward them shattered as though erased from existence.
Just then, Christian Lon emerged from the bunker he’d ducked into.
“Stop shooting arrows—everyone inside!”
“That won’t happen.”
David, safely steadied by Pierre’s cover, leveled his sword at Christian Lon.
Christian Lon bit his lip with a sharp intake of breath.
At that very moment, Grimal Baldo and Biang Olson ran out of arrows and found themselves cornered.
Pierre cracked his whip one final time, shattering their bow as well.
Kusto and Morris Arno seized them and dragged them out of the thicket.
“Damn it. Fine, you won. So what now? You’ll tie us up and steal our supplies?”
Christian Lon’s voice dripped with bitterness.
David’s expression hardened to stone.

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