The Escort Knight Who Is Obsessed by the Villainess Wants to Escape - Chapter 47.2

A few minutes into the training, Room 13 and Room 5 faced each other.

It was inevitable given the environment.

A vast plain.

A forest surrounding it.

They had no reason or ability to take a detour.

It was a natural progression, one that Gaston intended.

Room 5’s tactics were similar to Room 13’s.

They too gathered all their members together.

There was no need to divide their forces.

Being clearly stronger than Room 13, splitting up would only expose them to the risk of being taken down individually.

However, unlike Room 13, where the fastest person carried the flag, they gave it to someone appropriately strong.

With no reason to run, there was no need for a fast person to carry the flag.

The second-in-command of Room 5, Zero Bom, carried the flag on his back.

Sallaman, the leader, moved more freely without the flag.

The fight between the two factions was one-sided.

A few minutes into the clash, Room 13 had to send Dyke running.

Carrying the flag, he ran so fast that dust kicked up around him.

Argon, tasked with protecting him, left with him.

Having nearly lost the flag in just a few minutes, they had no choice.

Room 5 sent two people in pursuit.

There was no need to let them escape and waste time.

They were confident they could win even with a 10 to 10 match.

From the start, Room 5’s goal wasn’t victory.

More precisely, Sallaman, who led them, had a different purpose.

To injure Judas and Dylan.

To make their movements uncomfortable for a while.

Or to inflict lasting disabilities that would affect them for life.

They were ordered to make it look like an unintended accident in the chaos of the melee.

The one who gave the order was Gaston.

The reward for following the command was worth it.

Judas had always annoyed him anyway, so it worked out well.

Daring to draw Eliza’s attention for the first time.

It didn’t matter now that he was leaving.

Sallaman lowered his disinterested eyes.

There were five members left in Room 13.

Lindel, Dylan, Felin.

And Judas and Richard.

The first three were on the verge of passing out.

Judas and Richard, standing back to back, were barely holding on.

Room 5 wasn’t unscathed either.

Despite expecting an overwhelming skill gap, three of their members were incapacitated.

Judas and Richard.

The result of their determination and grit.

But that small result didn’t change the overall outcome.

They couldn’t win.

Sallaman didn’t even feel the need to unleash his magic.

“Hah… Hah… I’m going to die…”

Richard muttered, wiping the blood from his mouth.

He spoke roughly over his shoulder.

“Hey. You alive?”

“Don’t… talk to me…”

Judas’s breathing was also rough.

His whole body ached from the beatings with wooden swords.

He had managed to dislocate a few joints, but it wasn’t enough to change the tide.

Especially that Sallaman.

He is stronger than Gulliat.

Even if he released his magic power, he wasn’t sure he could win.

‘Why can’t it work now…!’

Judas clenched his teeth.

He had been trying to release his magic power for a while, but it didn’t work.

It was a sufficiently dangerous situation.

He was also angry.

He was facing an enemy he desperately wanted to defeat, yet defeat was certain.

It was impossible not to be angry.

Despite this, his magic power did not respond.

‘Please, just work! Just once, please…!’

Time passed, regardless of his anxiety.

Sallaman approached with leisurely steps.

“Let’s end this here.”

His tone was arrogantly mimicking a noble.

“There’s no more value in facing you. It’s bothersome and a waste of time. I don’t even need to use my hands.”

The members of Room 5 surrounded the remaining five from Room 13 and charged.

In an instant, chaos unfolded.

The sound of wooden swords clashing was crude and, in a way, childish.

It was not a battlefield where steel clashed and sparks flew.

It was a mock training of aspiring knights imitating that scene.

But the reality was not childish at all.

The wooden swords, less lethal, were rather blunt weapons.

They struck the limbs and bodies of the teenagers without even leather armor.

In places where the skin was thin, it tore and bled.

Without sharp weapons, the scene was rather more violent and brutal, a scene of beating.

In the midst of this, Judas was the only one among the members of Room 13 who was not bleeding.

Thanks to Gawain’s training, his swordsmanship perfectly blocked every attack.

Blocking, deflecting, and rolling, he minimized the damage.

But that was all.

Victory was still far away.

“Ha, huff….”

He was out of breath to the point his lungs hurt.

In that moment of briefly losing concentration.

A chill ran down his spine.

Something was coming from behind.

He felt it without seeing, a realm of intuition.

He immediately turned around and raised his shield.

Something heavy fell beyond the shield that blocked his view.

Bang!

The dull impact made his arm numb.

Stepping back, he barely managed to see beyond the shield.

The second-in-command of Room 5.

Zero Bom, holding a flag, stepped forward himself.

He remembered being thrown by Judas last time.

It was time to repay the favor.

“Phew….”

Judas tried to stabilize his breathing as much as possible.

His eyes scanned the broader battlefield.

Only enemies he wanted to take down.

Among them, the most annoying was Sallaman, watching from a step back.

He wanted to drag that arrogant face to the ground.

Idiots swayed by others’ words.

Cowards without the guts to express their grievances directly, clinging to others’ strength.

With unpleasant memories, Zero Bom charged.

Judas hastily raised his shield to block.

His body staggered.

His exhausted body was reaching its limit.

His vision blurred.

He forced his eyes to focus.

Zero Bom continued his assault.

At that moment, the survival expert strongly warned him.

There were even two.

A blind spot from the rear.

Something rushing in.

And an intangible ripple coming from afar.

A perfect pincer attack targeting precisely the front, back, and side.

It can’t be stopped.

“Damn it…!”

Thud!

The shield reverberated.

I blocked Zero Bom.

Thunk!

Something struck my side.

But, there was no pain.

[“Revelation Discovery” activated. One magic attack blocked.]

[24 hours until next use.]

“Magic…? Who could it be?”

There was no time to think.

A threat remained behind me.

With a sharp sound, something cut my flesh.

It sounded like that.

But again, there was no pain.

Someone was behind me.

After pushing Zero Bom away, Judas quickly turned around.

An unexpected person was standing there, bleeding from the abdomen.

The one who stabbed him was the candidate from Room 5.

It was Vinyl, who was also from Judeca like me.

He was holding a sharp stone, found from somewhere.

And the one who got stabbed was…

“Dylan?!”

It was Dylan.

Shock was evident on Vinyl’s face too.

He had aimed for Judas.

But Dylan, who was far away, suddenly dashed in and took the hit instead.

“…”

Judas gritted his teeth.

His blood boiled.

His heart pounded as if it would burst.

Literally, he was heated up.

However, his mind quickly cooled down.

The cool energy of magic flowing through his body quelled the heat.

Only then did Judas look at himself.

He had been suppressing his emotions, trying to use magic release.

Even in situations that made him angry or furious, he held back.

He worried that if he kept using magic that way, he might never be able to use it willingly.

He wanted to control magic at his own will if possible.

For that, he endured.

It was pointless.

That wasn’t his way.

If he got angry, he should fight back.

It was natural for the magic to remain dormant despite his anger because he had done something out of character.

Now, he didn’t intend to hold back.

There was no reason to.

“Thank goodness… it’s not too late….”

With those words from Dylan, the last thread of reason snapped.

Judas stood still with sunken eyes.

Zero Bom judged that he was frozen in panic and charged at him.

“You fool-!”

Underestimating your opponent in battle leads to defeat.

With a sneer, Zero Bom swung his sword.

But Judas was no longer there where the sword swung.

The sword only struck the empty ground.

“What…?!”

Turning his head, Zero Bom saw Judas standing before Vinyl.

Vinyl, stiff with fear, looked up at Judas, who was taller than him.

Judas grabbed the collar behind Vinyl’s neck.

With his other hand, he grasped Vinyl’s sleeve.

With all his strength, he pulled and twisted his body.

Using his waist, he lifted and slammed him down.

‘Waist Throw.’

Vinyl’s vision spun.

Thud! His back hit the ground with a resounding noise.

The pain was as if his lungs and heart were bursting, his body trembled as if paralyzed.

His eyes rolled back and the whites showed.

Judas ignored and checked on Dylan.

Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep.

The weapon was a crude stone knife made by chipping away at a rock.

However, the fact that it was crafted and used as a blade was important.

In the distance, instructors could be seen murmuring.

They seemed to be talking urgently, perhaps due to some emergency.

They didn’t have the time to properly check this area.

That was for the best.

If things ended like this, he wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next few days.

“Take a rest.”

Judas said as he laid Dylan down.

Dylan’s eyes widened.

Behind Judas, Zero Bom was raising his sword high.

“Behind you…!”

By the time he said that, Judas had already stood up and passed by Zero Bom.

Judas flicked his wooden sword through the air.

In an instant, Zero Bom’s wooden sword was cleanly cut off.

Simultaneously, Zero Bom’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

Judas’s wooden sword had severed Zero Bom’s wooden sword.

Dylan looked at Judas’s back as if witnessing an uncanny phenomenon.

‘Weapon enhancement using magic…?!’

Judas was heading toward a specific point.

Sallaman.

As he approached, a light flared up from the distant forest.

A golden beam shot up, piercing the sky.

It wasn’t light, but fire.

It looked like a line from afar, but in reality, it was closer to a fiery storm.

His precarious sanity was on high alert.

‘…Eliza?’

No way. Did something happen to Eliza?

The doubt was dispelled.

Unless it was a sneak attack, it was impossible to face Eliza in good condition.

Moreover, seeing that fire, the ones to worry about were the forest and the opponents, not Eliza.

Eliza was safe.

He didn’t even realize the relief in that fact himself.

Calmer than before, he approached Sallaman.

The remaining personnel in Room 5 didn’t even dare to stop Judas.

At the end, Sallaman’s brow furrowed with irritation.

A crack he saw for the first time.

Seeing the loss of composure, Judas grinned.

“That expression is worth seeing.”

Sallaman’s expression twisted even more.