Vote for Your Knight! - Chapter 75

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Vote for your knight!
Chapter 75
“What do you take me for? I have no intention of doing that.”
At David’s words, Christian Lon felt a wave of relief wash over him.
Of course—a true knight among knights, one who preferred honorable duels, would never stoop to such baseness as he had.
But David’s statement was far from finished.
“However, there will be a price to pay.”
“What?”
Christian’s eyes widened as he looked up at David.
That was when it happened.
“Wait!”
Dmitri’s voice cut through from somewhere in the distance.
Everyone turned their heads toward the sound.
There stood Dmitri’s team, though none of them could say when they’d arrived.
Pavel and Rafael were nowhere to be seen, but the group assumed they’d simply lost members of their own and paid it no mind.
“What’s going on with you?”
Kusto asked, his guard firmly raised.
The attack they’d just endured had left everyone’s nerves on edge.
Slowly, shadow crept across their faces.
The sun was setting.
Dmitri spoke with urgency.
“Stop fighting. This is a trap the princess has set for us to steal supplies from one another.”
“A trap?”
David repeated the word. Dmitri nodded firmly.
“We need to escape now. All of us, together.”
“These bastards just attacked us, and you want us to escape together?”
Pierre asked, his voice thick with disbelief.
But Dmitri nodded without hesitation.
“Why should we?”
David asked quietly.
Dmitri pointed upward with his finger.
“Because the sun is setting.”
!
David and Christian’s teams finally understood.
They’d been so caught up in their fight that they hadn’t noticed the sun descending toward the horizon.
Once darkness fell, the enemy would emerge.
Dmitri spoke.
“She was waiting for us to tear each other apart fighting over supplies, hoping we’d be scattered and defenseless when the enemies arrived. You fell right into her trap, Christian.”
“Damn it!”
Christian cried out, his fury plain.
David, by contrast, calmly lowered his sword.
“We need to get the supplies out of the Bunker. Our strength alone won’t be enough. Help us, Christian and Dmitri.”
David pushed open the Bunker’s door wide.
Inside stood a large boat.
It was a vessel that could carry more than ten people.
“How in blazes are we supposed to get that out?”
Christian said, his voice colored with despair.
Dmitri turned to him with a question.
“What did your team have in the Bunker?”
“Nothing but long rope and some big, round logs. Were we supposed to build a raft or something?”
“Bring those. Right now.”
“What? Are you ordering me around?”
“I’m asking. We need them, now.”
Christian stared at Dmitri, utterly baffled.
‘Time is running out,’ Dmitri thought.
He had no choice but to sigh and explain himself.
“We’ll lay the logs on the ground, tie the rope to the boat, and roll it across them. That way, we can haul the boat to the Beach far more easily.”
“Ah…”
Christian Lon’s face flushed with belated understanding.
“Let’s move, Christian!”
Gribal, released from Kusto’s grip, hurried to call after him. Vian was already sprinting toward their Bunker.
After the others had left to fetch rope and logs.
Pavel and Rafael appeared—the two they’d thought eliminated. They carried several oars from their team’s Bunker.
As they loaded the oars onto the boat, Christian’s team came scrambling out, laden with rope and logs.
That was when it happened.
A sharp whistle pierced the air.
An eagle descended from the sky and hurled down a Card.
Kusto caught it deftly.
“What is it?”
“What does it say?”
They all crowded around the Card.

Just as expected.
The third and final Mission.
An Escape Battle.
“Enemies will show up soon. Hurry, let’s move!”
Pavel stepped forward and laid the logs along the boat’s bow.
But there weren’t enough logs, so they’d have to shift the boat a bit and redistribute them.
Gribal and Rafael secured the rope tightly to the vessel.
Everyone moved to the front of the boat and began pulling on the rope.
“One, two, three!”
The boat’s weight was formidable.
It bore no comparison to the vessel they’d used in the naval battle before.
Sweat poured down like rain.
How far had they dragged it?
Sounds of movement began to drift from beyond the foliage.
“Enemies!”
Christian cried out in alarm.
“Shh.”
Kusto silenced him with a hand and spoke to the others over his shoulder.
“Those of us with swords will engage them. Gribal and Vian—if any arrows remain, cover the boat. And…”
Kusto looked at the terrified Christian and sighed.
“I’ll make good use of your sword.”
He took the blade from Christian’s hands.
Christian surrendered it without protest.
He even looked relieved.
There were more enemies than they’d anticipated.
David skewered multiple foes in a single motion, like threading kebabs, keeping them away from the boat.
The moment he drew his sword quickly, an enemy appeared behind his back.
David crouched and severed the legs of the attacker lunging at him.
Kusto and Killian launched a coordinated assault.
They herded the enemies into a tight space and began cutting them down.
The foes staggered in confusion, only to be sliced by Kusto’s blade and shattered by Killian’s edge.
Only the sound of steel cleaving air echoed through the void.
Three monsters, they seemed.
Kusto’s Swordsmanship especially was grounded in fundamentals—clean, yet infused with genuine power that revealed his own character. He was finally demonstrating the proper technique he’d learned.
Surely their combat would be replayed in slow motion, beautiful and mesmerizing.
Then it came.
A hiss of movement.
Several enemies, evading David, Kusto, and Killian, rushed toward the boat.
“No, no!”
“The arrows are all gone…!”
Gribal and Vian had just exhausted their supply.
“Aargh!”
Terror-stricken, Christian abandoned the boat and fled first. Vian followed at his heels.
Pierre sighed and spoke.
“I’ll use my Whip Technique to keep them back from the boat—now get it to the Beach quickly!”
Pierre’s dazzling whip made the enemies crumble before they could even approach the vessel.
Meanwhile, Christian and Vian, who had fled first, were captured and dragged into the forest by the foes.
That was when.
The boat drifted toward the beach, then bobbed up onto the water’s surface.
Pavel turned and shouted over his shoulder.
“We’ve moved everything! Get aboard—now!”
The knights who’d been ferrying supplies and those locked in combat alike scrambled urgently up the sides of the boat.
Once aboard, each of them seized an oar and began rowing like madmen.
Only Pierre stood at the stern, lashing his whip at enemies that came shambling toward him.
But then the enemies seized the tip of his whip and hung from it in a writhing mass.
The whip wound around his arm, and when he tried to wrench free, the opposing force pulling from the other end proved far too strong.
“Ah!”
His center of gravity lurched forward, and Pierre lost his footing, being dragged toward the water’s edge.
‘Better to go down myself than risk the boat.’
That was what Pierre had resolved.
Crack!
David’s sword cleaved through Pierre’s whip.
The enemies who’d been clinging to it went flying far out into the water, crashing into the sea.
It was David again who caught Pierre’s body as he stumbled backward from the recoil.
“D-David…”
Pierre spun around in surprise.
David’s face had been twisted in pain a moment before, but when he saw Pierre, his expression shifted into a grin.
“You hurt anywhere?”
“No, I think I’m all right.”
“Then grab an oar. We need to row.”
David pulled himself up first, then extended a hand down to Pierre.
Pierre regarded that outstretched hand with an odd look, then grasped it and rose to his feet.
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Not long after, a larger ship appeared to receive the knights.
They climbed the ladder that had been lowered from its deck and made their way aboard.
Edith and Valkyria were waiting there. Behind them stood the eliminated candidates, their expressions thoroughly deflated.
“Excellent work! You are the final survivors of this Evaluation!”
Edith began to applaud.
Yet the surviving knights were too exhausted to muster so much as a cheer.
This seemed like the most grueling Evaluation yet.
‘It was fun at first—hunting, roasting our catches—but this has been something else entirely.’
Kusto let out a sigh, his thoughts drifting quietly.
“Now, let us tabulate the survivor count by squad.”
Amont spoke with cold precision.
The knights arranged themselves by squad without being told.
“First, Joan Ginola’s squad.”
……
“Survivors: zero.”
Every knight who had served under Joan hung their head.
“Next, Christian Lon’s squad.”
Christian, who had already been eliminated and brought aboard, squeezed his eyes shut.
“Survivors: Gribal. One.”
……
The paltry survivor count spoke volumes about how brutal this Uninhabited Island Evaluation had proven to be.
“And next, David Bertier’s squad.”

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