The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

52. Order and Chaos

52.

It was a shock that could not be said to be small, but the young witch did not even give the two of them time to express their shock. As soon as she had finished her words, she trudged into her house. The two followed the witch carefully and entered. As they followed through, the wall returned to its original state.

As expected of Death Knight, the house was somewhat mixed in the form of a workshop. It seemed that the form of the laboratory I saw earlier was slightly permeated in the gaps in the appearance of a typical home.

There are parchments with random figures drawn on a corner of the table with books open for reading, and next to a bowl of half-eaten leftover food, there is a deep bowl containing colorful solutions mixed with various reagents. Was placed

These tools were relatively simple compared to those of a workshop, but Esilia looked at them with her eyes shining brightly as if even those were mysterious. It was also the first time a Death Knight had entered the house of a wizard other than her former contractor, so she was intrigued and looked around slowly.

It was when Esilia was looking at a sheet of parchment with mathematical formulas that she could not understand.

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The saintess turned her head at the sound of rustling next to her and almost screamed. The witch was tidying up her long red hair with her hands, but unlike before, where she only took off the hood of her robe, she had completely taken off the robe itself.

The clothes the witch was wearing were in the form of slips worn comfortably. Because of this, she only covered half of her breast skin. In other words, the other half is not covered at all.

Saint Esilia had never seen such a ‘shameless’ figure. Still, since it was her clothes, it covered all the sensitive parts, but for her saintess, since that object was called clothes, it was natural.

Her saintess quickly looked where her escort knight was. Fortunately, he was in the middle of admiring a mural. Yes. It was fortunate. Isn’t she supposed to show such an unscrupulous side to the escort driver?

No matter how you think about it, it is absolutely not good for a witch herself to show off her skin like that in the presence of an extramarital man. The saintess, who had her eyes closed for a moment, decided to discipline this unscrupulous act by fulfilling her duty as a saintess.

Although it bothered her that the witch was the benefactor who helped her saint herself, it was hard for her to go beyond what she had already seen. Ecilia cleared her throat and whispered to her young witch.

“Mmmmm! I… Witch?”

“Huh?”

The witch who was trudging toward her suddenly saw her saintess with her head stuck in her head, and bowed her head slightly. The young witch’s voice was also lowered by the fact that her saintess whispered her words.

“Autumn is deepening now, and I don’t think that kind of clothes will be good for the body.”

“I’m at home, what are you talking about?”

“No matter how cold it is in the house, it’s not like the cold doesn’t come in completely. I’m worried that the witch who helped us might catch a cold.”

“… No, it’s my house, so I’m comfortable. So, how are you? Besides, I’ve been like this for several years, but I’ve never really caught a cold….”

The young witch’s gaze, tilting her head and having doubts about the saintess’ words, stopped in one place. It was where the saintess’ escort knight was looking at her mural.

“Aha~?”

Seeing the corner of her witch’s mouth grin, her saintess felt her heart sink. When the witch crossed her arms, the two large lumps of soft flesh rested on her arms. The saintess’ mind was shaken by her absurd heaviness.

Seeing the saintess’ pupils tremble, the witch raised the corners of her mouth even more and bowed her back. Seeing her swaying two-year-old figure, the saintess could hardly contain her desire to scream. She whispered like a witch.

“My little lady, didn’t you like the fact that I could show this to your lover?”

The saintess could not come to her senses. It’s because she made too many mistakes. First of all, she’s not a kid herself, she’s a grown-up, and it’s not very appropriate and unhealthy for her to dress like that in the presence of an outsider. And her knight is her own knight, never her… Her own… Your own… !!!

The saintess felt like her head was going to explode. It was only when her witch cautiously sat across from her on the sofa that she managed to catch her fluttering spirit. She laughed silently as the witch rested on her chin. And the saintess was finally able to come to her senses due to something she saw.

The saintess who saw it opened her eyes wide and sighed. She, the witch, had to endure a near burst of laughter. It was the ring on the ring finger of her witch’s left hand.

“Uh… uh… that….”

“I am married. So take it easy. I will never give this to my lady’s lover. I don’t even want to give That man is not even my taste. And this is the most important thing, he’s not even my husband.”

Whispered the witch, lifting her own weighty flesh or two. The saintess, who had been absent-minded for a while, really wanted to give some appropriate advice to the unscrupulous content, but her thoughts got tangled up. It was then.

“Damn it, Serna. Even my family doesn’t do that. How many times do I have to tell you that you have a cold?”

A man’s voice was heard from inside the room presumed to be the kitchen. The man came into the living room and covered the young witch named Serna with the blanket he was holding. The man was a gnome, and he had a youthful-looking, bright, and very well-mannered face.

He looked like two or three years younger than Serna, who seemed to be in her mid-twenties. Serna is quite tall, she is a gnome, so at first glance she looks like her sister and her brother.

The gnome tilted her head at the sight of the saintess standing in the middle of her living room, then hurriedly draped a blanket over her wife, terrified when she saw the huge man who couldn’t help but catch her gaze. Serna laughed softly at her and kissed her husband on the cheek.

Serna’s upper body was completely covered by her blanket when Death Knight, who was staring at her mural, heard the man’s voice and turned her head. The saintess and the gnomes were relieved by that fact.

“Who are these people?”

“These are the people I said I was going to rescue, Voltree.”

Voltri heard that and looked at the saintess and the Death Knight with slightly surprised eyes.

“Take… Are you here? Really? Haven’t you always failed?”

“That nobleman, with whom this lady is in such a relationship, was very strong, and there was nothing to do. I only guided the way.”

“Wait… ! The knight and I are like that… !”

“Was it a knight? Somehow it was very strong. Isn’t that what a knight is? Even Werewolf can stand up to it?”

“… Is it like that?”

Only Death Knight tilted her head, not knowing the meaning of ‘between like that’, which was said pronounically.

“Then, rest, Serna. You must be tired, so let’s make some stew. Have you two eaten?”

Voltri was the one who organized the conversation, which had been a bit heated. The saintess and Death Knight shook their heads at Voltri’s question. Voltry nodded.

“The two of you must have had a bit of trouble running away, so let’s eat together. Uh… And your name?”

“Huchi.”

“My name is Gemini.”

“All right, Sir Huchi. It will take a lot of work to make 4 servings, but if you don’t mind, could you help me?”

Zerpied nodded and followed Voltri to the kitchen. Seeing the two men enter the kitchen, Serna wearily stretched out on her sofa, flapping her blanket like a fan. The saintess was taken aback by her heavy two-year-old age. Seeing that, Serna giggled.

“Why? Are you still afraid to show it off to your lover? Calm down? All I show is my husband, the most handsome man in the world. I would never show myself off to anyone who is less handsome than my husband.”

Upon hearing that, Esilia blinked her eyes a few times, then tilted her head visibly. Serna also tilted her head at her saintess’ behavior.

“What is that? Are you saying my husband isn’t handsome right now?”

“Yes? No? It can’t be. Her husband is definitely handsome. That’s not me, but other women will definitely answer that.”

“Then what the hell….”

Serna hesitated at the saintess’ firm words. If she wasn’t denying that her husband wasn’t handsome, then denying the woman in front of her was her own premise. That the most handsome man in the world is not Boltry. And it was obvious that she didn’t ask who the woman in front of her was claiming to be.

While the two women were having an in-depth discussion about whose premise was true in the living room, in the kitchen, the two men were diligently cooking for the women. Zerfied was in the process of peeling potatoes for the stew, just as Volley said. Voltry, who was eagerly stirring a ladle in a large pot, opened his mouth slowly.

“So, where are you two going?”

“To the Magic Tower.”

Voltri almost dropped the ladle.

“What? Shit. Where are you going? Serna didn’t tell you? Everything you’ve been through happened because of the Magic Tower. But are you going to go there now?”

“I know. I’ve been talking to my wife They say he was a member of the Mage Tower in the past. Is it true?”

“… Yes. Because I got out of the Magic Tower and had no place to go, so I met you while I was wandering. Shit. When it comes to magic, that kind of person is a wizard, but I still don’t understand when I see my wife getting out of the mage tower and helping people? The Mage Tower guys are insane.”

Zerpied slowly turned his gaze away from the potato and looked straight at Voltri. In his eyes, Voltree felt familiar. It was a firmness similar to that of one’s own beloved wife when she reveals her spirit of fervent quest for magic. Even the non-mage could tell how determined her magic was when her wife talked about it. Voltry sighed lightly.

“Haa…. You must be tired first, so let’s eat and talk.”

The two women, who were having a heated discussion at the sound of the two men leaving the kitchen, hurriedly corrected their posture. It was a phenomenal speed. The gnomes and Death Knight tilted their heads at the two women looking at themselves and smiling.

After putting her stew on the table, the Death Knight simply scooped it up until everyone else was done with it. Even if she tried to eat it with her mouth anyway, she only felt like chewing on her grains of sand to him. As the meal was over, the Death Knight asked the question she had been preparing before.

“So, I don’t think I got the answer right before, but what kind of town is this? What are you doing in the Mage Tower, so that you can’t catch us?”

After hearing the question, Serna and Voltri’s faces stiffened slightly. Serna rattled the finished bowl with her spoon a few times before she spoke.

“Are there any bastards who tried to catch you in the village? Remember what those bastards said?”

“I pass, Gemini says they sell.”

“Yes, I heard you. The Magic Tower guys are out of their minds right now. A few years ago when I entered the Mage’s Tower, I started to get used to it, and now I’m almost openly encouraging this kind of thing. First of all, Knight-nim, if you are handed over, you will probably be handed over as a material for the Mage Tower.”

“…… Passed over as material?”

“Yes, as an experimental material.”

I had already guessed from the time I discovered the old people’s village, but receiving confirmation from someone else’s mouth gave the saintess a different feeling. So, did she mean that she had left the elderly alone in such a place? The saintess had the feeling that something was twisting. She prayed that she would not tremble at her words, and she asked about other parts.

“Then what does selling mean?”

“That… I mean a brothel.”

Cilia nearly threw up the stew she just ate. Barely she could vomit her words, not the stew. She almost screamed.

“A brothel… there is… ?!”

“… Okay. In the form of direct management by the Mage Tower.”

“What the hell… how… Why did the Mage Tower do such a thing… ! No… There is such a thing as a brothel, but the denominations can’t notice it… !”

“Because it’s the magic tower. It’s a place quite far from religion. The brothel is not even on a very large scale, in the influence of the city. Besides, this is inland, not adjacent to the coast. It’s in the middle of an open meadow, and only horses eat grass at most, so there are few dangerous creatures that prey on it. There are also wheat and barley fields nearby, so I don’t have to worry about starving to death, but that’s about it.

We need money to supply reagents and materials needed for experiments. And sex is a basic need, so no matter what you do, you won’t be able to make money. In order to get materials and money to buy them, they’re recruiting outsiders by enlisting all the villages around here. I’m not sure, maybe there are already a few on other continents? I’ll do anything for money They’re not the ones to just sit around.”

Hearing those words, Sharkot and an unnamed village in the Central Continent passed by in Esilia’s mind. She said, forcing the raging fire in her heart to quench.

“What the hell… For what… Was the magic tower originally like that?”

Jerpied, who heard the story, felt a bit embarrassed. Although the magic wielders had little interest in anything other than the study of magic, they were not cruel at heart. He did, of course, see them experimenting on prisoners or criminals who had made deals with the state, but he knew that all of them were heinous. Serna let out a sigh at the saintess’s question.

“After the battle of life and death, how can the surviving wizards be… I had a great sense of crisis. The fear that if you do something wrong, all the achievements you have made will be lost. The already strong interest in magic has turned into an obsession….

Of course, I wouldn’t come all this way simply with obsessive things. This happened relatively recently. It wasn’t this bad until I first entered the Mage Tower eight years ago. It seems that something appealing to wizards was found a little before I came in.”

“… What is it?”

“Well? Like the remnants of old magic that remained before the life-and-death war, before the lifeline was almost cut off? I didn’t know for sure because I had only just heard about it…. Still, it was a time when magic was so brilliant that it couldn’t be compared to now, so it must have been enough to turn a blind eye.

Not figuratively, but for real. Wizards who thought they could finally restore it to its former glory began to focus on research on it. And I thought I should try to restore it to its former glory somehow. No matter what sacrifices are made, so that the magic can continue….”

Zerpied, who had been listening carefully, quietly opened his mouth.

“If so, why did you get out of the Mage Tower and stay here? Aren’t you also a seeker of magic? You’d be more interested in the Mage’s Tower than what’s going on here, right?”

It was Voltri who answered the question.

“Not all wizards follow the Mage Tower. About a third of them do not follow the Mage Tower. The reasons are varied. Because of personal beliefs. Or, rather than chasing too much of the past, there are those who say we should pioneer ourselves…. Most of the skilled wizards are of the past restoration group, perhaps because of their age….”

“… I just couldn’t see it. I agree about the need to restore it to its former glory, but…. Shit, the testing area is underground, and the screams have reached the surface. It really makes me feel like shit.”

Serna bit her lip.

“For wizards, magic is… Is it that important… ? Enough to care about other people’s lives?”

Escelia tried to contain herself from her anger. She didn’t do well. Her hand, which clenched her saint’s fist, turned white enough to lose the color of her skin. Serna muttered weakly.

“… No excuses, but magic isn’t just magic to us. I don’t know what you guys think, but magic is just a process to get closer to the ultimate goal.”

“Ultimate… A goal… ?”

The saintess felt a bit taken aback by the sudden words.

“Yes. The process of exploring the truth by approaching order and chaos, the origin of the world.”