Chapter 30. Medicinal Herbs (10)
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Joyce caught his breath.
Although he almost suffered a serious wound, he was able to subdue a ghoul alone.
He turned around to receive the next order. He made eye contact with Popper, who was observing the situation. Popper nodded silently.
Sylveline showed no reaction either. Her student was nowhere to be seen.
Joyce inwardly snorted.
Hadn’t he come here to gain experience? Was there anything more important than taking part in the subjugation of ghouls? He was more courageous than he realized.
Popper immediately gave the order.
“Enter the house!”
The knights entered the mansion. Joyce was also at the front. They methodically separated to search all the areas on both floors.
A knight shouted,
“At the end of the corridor, there are stairs to a basement.”
Then came the report that there was nothing on the two floors.
Volk, the leader of the infiltration unit, ordered to assemble near the stairway.
Joyce stepped forward when everyone was in the narrow corridor.
“I’ll go first.”
The unit leader dissuaded him.
“You’re too hyped up.”
Volk looked at the claw marks on his chest armor.
No matter how capable Joyce was, he had less experience than the other knights. His bravery could easily lead to disaster. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com
Despite the favorable conditions, a ghoul had almost mortally wounded him.
Joyce, who realized Volk’s intentions, nodded.
“You have to avoid fights in unfavorable environments. This is a tight space.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Volk spoke as two knights came with torches,
“You can come downstairs now. If you’re outnumbered by ghouls, prioritize safety and retreat. Sylverine is in the back, so don’t do anything stupid.”
Joyce went down the stairs with a torch. Volk followed him as well.
When they reached the basement corridor, there was a dark liquid pooled up like a puddle.
“Blood. Pay attention so you don’t slip.” Volk said.
The blood was fresh, which meant something happened recently. Joyce was sure it was the blood of a new victim.
He walked toward the source of the blood.
Blood flowed from under the slightly open iron door.
Joyce tightened his grip on the hilt.
He opened the iron door slowly.
A ghoul, who was leaning against the door, fell at his feet.
When he lifted the torch, the basement could be fully visualized.
Joyce was stunned.
The knights also looked as stunned as Joyce.
Dozens of ghouls were scattered on the floor.
The man at the center of the chaos turned his head toward the knights. He was covered in blood from head to toe, with a weary expression on his face.
His identity could not be discerned because his face was covered in blood.
Joyce knew when he heard that voice that this was Sylverine’s student.
He had already sheathed his sword.
This meant he had killed all the ghouls.
He had faced so many ghouls alone?
And he didn’t suffer a single scratch?
That was absurd. The knights should all think the same thing.
Joyce almost dropped the sword he was holding.
Damien turned his head to look at the knights, who were frozen as if time had stopped. He couldn’t seem to understand why they were surprised.
This monster did not understand what he had done.
Joyce finally realized why Sylverine had not sought out other talents.
She had found someone with incomparable talent.
They underestimated the Great Mage’s ability to discern.
Joyce closed his eyes.
He had not considered the wide world that existed beyond Wiesel.
The arrogant knights witnessed the talent gap.
A knight, who was shocked, suddenly spoke,
“…I’m going to report the situation!”
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