He's just a... beast that's just trying to survive.

A beast.

Lausanne II regained his balance and breathed for a second.

Why?

Why did things become like this?

Is it because he is too weak?

Is it because he is too weak to defeat the bloodthirsty monster inside him?

Is it because he was too weak and couldn't block the stunning strike of the black sword in the heavy rain?

Is it because he was too weak and could not bear the fear of defeat and swallow the drop of origin blood that was not meant for him?

Or was it because he was too weak, unable to accept a decadent and abject life, and listened to old Turnbull's deceptive words?

Or is it because he is too weak to practice his creed and kill himself with a sword in prison so that the teacher does not have to cut off his hand to save him?

Or is it because he is too weak to protect the flawless Crown Prince of Midir to the death in the hands of those complicated and changeable careerists?

Or was it because he was too weak and failed to follow the arrangements of another group of people in the finals and kill Horace Bright Star in an honest and fair manner to end the dispute over the throne?

Or was it because he was too weak to hold back his vain desire during the election, ignored Aknett's fitting and impressive knight armor, and sat quietly in the audience?

Could it be that he was too weak and failed to see through the sinister destiny in the fields when he was a child, so he simply refused the hand extended to him with hope and expectation by the great knight Joaquín?

At this moment, Lausanne II shook his left hand - he was hit by an arrow.

Silver crossbow arrows.

The familiar sharp pain came.

The left side of his body started to feel numb.

Oops.

Lausanne II forced back an attack and found that the enemies around him had turned into red humanoid targets, with pulses pulsing and full of life.

Full of blood.

Not good.

He swallowed subconsciously.

【Blood.】

No.

Due to the loss of blood, the monster inside the body began to restless, struggling to come out.

Lausanne II's vision went dark, as if he had returned to the barn a long time ago and saw the little girl lying in the grain, her blood staining the grain red.

No……

At this moment.

[Remember, squire! Knight is more than just a title...]

Joaquin's voice suddenly came, making him feel refreshed.

Ever since the encounter in the sewer, the words the teacher said have always vaguely echoed in my ears.

Very annoying.

【...It is a path of sublimation worth spending your whole life to understand and practice!】

The next second, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes.

Sublime shit.

Whoosh!

His sword edge was sharpened back decisively, and the silver arrow on his left arm was gouged out along with a large piece of smoking flesh!

The wound on the arm healed quickly.

His pain was still there, but the numbness gradually disappeared.

[…Why do we insist on this conservative and backward set of ancient knightly laws and this set of creeds that have long been scorned by others?]

Because you are just an old antique who dares not face reality, fails and escapes all day long, deceives himself and others, and even tirelessly instills this set of fallacies into his students and attendants!

Handro Joaquín!

The unreasonable and nameless rage defeated the pain and blood thirst, and Lausanne II's swordsmanship suddenly changed!

"His sword speed is too fast!"

The words of the enemies became more and more frightening:

"No, the sword is not fast, it is just too strong!"

"It's obviously a sword move, but it's cunning and weird..."

[Careful, if you no longer believe in these tenets...]

Because they are inherently ridiculous and not worthy of anyone's belief.

With Joaquín whispering in his ear, Lausanne II calmly waved his sword.

He is cold and decisive, and the monster inside him can no longer affect him.

"This guy must be using a knife! It has an arc when swinging it!"

"How can one person say the same thing? What is his level?"

"There must be something weird about his sword! I'm afraid it's some magical ancient divine weapon or ancient imperial sword! Find a way to disarm it!"

The next second, Lausanne II sent out a clever stab, sending the opponent who was hurriedly waving the chain to disarm him into the prison river.

[...When that moment comes, only you and your heart know: whether you are worthy of the name of knight.]

But that moment has already come, Joaquín.

Lausanne II thought coldly.

And I got it.

It's the name of a knight...

Not worthy of me.

"No, no, no, I recognize this person! Him! It's him!"

"It's Lausanne!"

"The legend of the Blood Bottle Gang is true! He's back!"

Lausanne II struck out with another sword, piercing the heart of the last enemy and finishing off another opponent.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the blood thirst that was about to start again, and saw with satisfaction:

The opponents' morale collapsed and they dispersed.

The ruthless killing solved a lot of troubles. Many bounty hunters who came after hearing the news began to hesitate and retreat when they saw the corpses and wounded on the ground.

Lausanne II sheathed his sword, turned around, and stepped out of the alley.

How far is it to reach the abandoned sentry tower in the distance?

Yes, that sentry tower.

He's going there.

There.

He thought so.

It seems that as long as you regard that place as the end point, you can stop thinking about things after the end point or before the starting point.

He could only think so.

But not long after walking, footsteps sounded from behind - someone else was catching up.

more than one.

Lausanne II smiled and touched the hilt of his sword again.

————

Thales stood alone on the sentry tower, playing with the telescope in his hand.

"Okay, he's gone."

Thales suddenly spoke.

"As you said, you can't wait to please me," Thales said to Haoyue strangely without looking back, "Now, what do you have to say?"

The breeze blew, and there was silence on the sentry tower.

Thales frowned.
To be continued...