The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

74. The Death Knight Watching The Saint, The Saint Watching The Death Knight

74.

The captain of the ship with the same name as hers was lying flat on the deck. He took a moment to catch his breath, then reached into the box next to him, pulled out a bottle of rum, and began to inhale. After emptying half the bottle in an instant, he vomited admiration surrounded by a sense of refreshment.

“Kyaa-! Ugh, I’m finally going to live a little!”

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Blinking her eyes to make her mind clearer, the frigate finally noticed the existence of the saintess and death knight and turned her head towards them. In his hands were two bottles of liquor taken from the box.

“Oh, would you like to drink too?”

The saintess shook her head shyly. It was hard for her to understand how she could have been so drunk that she almost died a moment ago. She was overwhelmed with just calming her heart, which had not adjusted to the situation where the balance had shifted quickly. Besides that…….

“I… Wasn’t this alcohol for sale?”

“Huh? Ah. What do you think? I haven’t even sold it yet. It’s mine before I sell it. Who’s to say I eat mine? Can you stop drinking your knight? You haven’t eaten any fruit before.”

Zerpied also shook his head politely. You can’t taste anything unless you drink it through the shadows. Besides, even if you drink it as a shadow, you can only recognize its taste. Any time he had ever experienced the sensation of liquid passing down his throat faded in his memory. And the scene of him eating with the shadows could not be shown to anyone except Esilia.

After both expressed their refusal, Frigate threw both bottles of liquor down his throat at once. He smiled as he felt his pounding heart change to a pleasant beating as the blade touched his neck. Literally, it seemed like I was going to live. At the same time, his bronzed skin began to visibly redden. Freygit said, holding back the slight twisting of his tongue.

“Yeah… Then I’ll get some sleep…. I guess it’s been a while… Wake me up… ?”

Upon hearing his words, Ecelia narrowed her eyes. A look of bewilderment fell from her eyes.

“…… Yes? Are you sleeping?”

“Ah… ! I almost died a while ago… I can’t sail sober… I think I will….”

It was only then that Esilia realized that the frigate’s legs were shaking. The reason he drank so much was to calm the shock. She didn’t even notice because of her carefree attitude beyond cheerfulness. Perhaps that is also one of the ways to calm yourself down.

Realizing that fact, the saintess herself felt like her face would turn red like her frigate. Although she ran away because she was afraid of becoming the vessel of Goddess René Le, she made up her mind to act like a saint……. At some point, did I become focused on living alone?

The head of an old orc I saw from underground in the mage tower came to mind. Even then, he couldn’t be saved. So she ended up…….

The saintess seemed about to burst out crying.

She struggled to lift her face, as she didn’t notice anything she would have looked carefully at before, the saintess. But she didn’t notice that to the frigit, who was already very drunk. He just talked to Zerpied, kicking and laughing cheerfully, with his mind aroused by the sharpness of the drink.

“Hey… ! Knight… ! I thought you weren’t a knight… !”

Because he was drunk, his words were haphazard. The topic suddenly turned to himself, and Zerfied swallowed his bewilderment and listened to his words.

“No… ! A nobleman called a knight is not wearing any armor… ! So… I thought it was a knight who broke his oath or something… ! So… I thought it was a knight who broke his oath or something… ! I don’t know why you were taking off your armor……. You wear at least one pauldron…… ? But they fought really well… ? I think the article is right…….”

Death Knight flinched at his words. ‘Not a knight.’ Those words slipped through him like a drunkard from Frigate. Even after saying that, Frigate was still talking about something. He sang a sailor’s song with a twisted tongue, and adorned his final touch with a snoring.

The saintess found her blanket near her and brought it to him who fell asleep. Her long ears, which twitched in time with her snoring, were very strange. She glanced briefly at her elf, who made her realize her shame, then turned to the Death Knight. Death Knight was standing on top of the deck.

“…… What now? Knight… ?”

It seemed to falter. She felt as if someone had forced herself to stand up, as if she had been intoxicated by something of hers. Zerfied didn’t like that feeling very much. Trying to answer as calmly as possible, the Death Knight asked back.

“What…… You mean?”

“Mr. Freight… I don’t think you’ll be waking up for a long time….”

Death Knight took a look around her and nodded her head. Contrary to what he said, he won’t wake up quickly, as he’s drunk two bottles of rum in a row and nothing else. Now the ship was no different from sleeping. Death Knight moved his steps. He walked over to his wheel and grabbed his wheel with his hand. Apparently, the voyage seemed to him to continue on his own.

“Do you want to fly yourself?”

Esilia said slightly surprised. Zer Piede nodded his head.

“Please get some sleep. There was a lot of commotion from before, and you must be very tired.”

Zerpied glanced at the sky. The sky was pitch black. It was about the beginning of dawn when they set sail. Because of the fighting, it seemed that it was now almost three to four o’clock in the morning. Death Knight turned his steering wheel slowly and smoothly. The ship moved smoothly across the sea. The sailing skills taught by Ong Panbano shined here as well.

-Chwaaaaa…….

The sound of the crashing waves soaked both of their ears.

At the sound of rustling next to him, Zerfied shifted his gaze. Her saintess pulled her hips and sat next to her own. Zerfied whispered in a worried voice.

“Esilia. It’s already deep dawn. Sleeping…….”

“But you can’t sleep?”

When her saintess, who gathered her knees with her arms, looked up at him and smiled, the Death Knight had no choice but to shut her mouth. Instead of protesting, Zerfied sighed. The saintess completely tilted her head and looked up at the night sky. And she let out her exclamation.

“Wow…… !”

The death knight also raised her head to the exclamation of her saintess and looked at her sky.

Zerpied blinked slowly.

The night sky was dark. It was a pitch black that nothing could touch. But that’s why, above all, the stars were expressing their own light. Paradoxical. Rather, because it is an unapproachable darkness, the light strikes with an unapproachable brightness.

It seems that the sunlight, moonlight, starlight, and the clearest light they know are broken into hundreds, thousands, and innumerable pieces and are swimming in the night sky. Darkness is surrounded by light, and light is surrounded by darkness.

The sights of the Death Knight and the saint shook every time the ship was hit by the waves. They are moving, but in my field of vision, the sky appears to be moving, as if the jet-black sea is roaring. Whenever the black sea rises, the pearls of light sunk in it also rise.

It was at that moment that the saintess opened her mouth.

“Knight.”

Death Knight stunned his body. He looked at the saintess with trembling eyes. The saintess’ face was smiling. But the voice didn’t.

“Sir, am I living right now?”

Zerpied couldn’t understand that. From his point of view, the saintess was definitely alive. It was when he hesitated, not knowing what to say. The waves wet their ears.

-Chwaaaaa…….

It was then that the saintess opened her mouth again.

“Now I…… Are you living well as a saint?”

Zerpied understood what Ecilia wanted to say. He tried to tell her that she was doing well, but she couldn’t open her mouth.

…… Himself. Do you dare to evaluate yourself that way?

She is living well? I am a body that is no longer alive

Can non-living people evaluate the ‘life’ of living people? It is absurd. It is possible to ruminate on the experiences of one’s life when they were alive and teach them as lessons, or to preach the knowledge of death to a certain extent to those who are alive, but to evaluate ‘life’. It’s something that can’t be done. Because of this, the Death Knight could only say that.

“You… You are behaving well enough as a saintess.”

As Zer Pied said, he hoped he wouldn’t tremble. Because… ….

At that time, the saintess smiled.

“That is a matter of behavior.”

The saintess seemed to be crying.

Her saintess was crying.

The cries of her saintess became her words and fell.

Death Knight said. She hoped she wouldn’t tremble again, but he knew all too well that he would. He opened his mouth

Opened his mouth, vomited a tremble, the reason.

“Esilia… …. I am… I am… I have not completed my ‘life’ as ‘I’….”

Every word he utters, he oscillates. Tsunami rises. A tsunami rises and sweeps everything away. From oneself to oneself. Everything.

“I dare not speak…. I am… damn… ! I know all too well… ! That I hadn’t lived my ‘life’ as a ‘knight’… ! ‘Life’… If you’re done… I should be resting in the arms of the world by now… But no… ! I’m not alive right now… ! This is how I evaluate ‘life’… !”

The Death Knight removed his hand from his wheel. It felt like I was going to turn the wheel at random. No, it seemed that even himself, not the wheel, would do anything.

It oscillates. What’s bouncing around? The sea?

Or by yourself?

Someone caught me like that.

Not forcibly lifted, stable and comfortable. He met his gaze and saw the one who held him. He said he

“Knight.”

He said.

“I, I don’t know. Because I’ve never lived. So, I don’t know if I’m living well as a saint. I want to save them all. I am… Did other people save me? Beluk teacher, Ferenia older sister, younger siblings… Those who shed tears after being healed by me… I was saved by each and every one of them. So, I want to save it.

I want to, but it doesn’t work. I couldn’t even save the old orc who let me into the village…. Even those who suffered in brothels…. I still couldn’t save Mr. Freight from his pain…. I am, I am Was it just in a hurry? Have I stopped caring about anything but saving myself?”

The man wept. Death Knight vomited trembling.

“It can’t be…… !”

“If not.”

The man was laughing. The Death Knight could clearly see the smiling smile.

The saintess’ laughter.

“Please watch. Am I living well as a saint? Since the knight is not alive, you will be able to see me more objectively than anyone else. The driver, please watch over me. Then I’ll watch too. The knight. Since I’m alive, I can see the non-living knight objectively.

Neither I nor the driver can judge each other. But can you watch it? Isn’t that right?”

It gets quiet. The place where the tsunami swept away everything is quiet and peaceful.

Death Knight reached out to her. She slowly reached out her hand, and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes as she smiled like a crescent moon. After wiping away her tears, the saintess flinched as if in surprise. But she didn’t lose herself. She was just smiling, smiling, calmly.

“I will.”

The gentle sound of the waves soaked the Death Knight and her saintess.