Deschamps kicked an onion.
The rotten vegetable flew away and crashed into the wall of the training ground.
“Are you training while you are doing something like this? Are you too busy blocking the path of others after becoming a senior knight?”
“A person with a good ability like you doesn’t deserve to say that.”
“Stigma is not such a great skill…”
“Captain Giryu seems to like the new Aether master a lot.”
Peon cut off his words.
“He seemed really interested in her, he even asked her to be vice-captain.”
“…..”
Deschamp’s expression hardened.
Peon was convinced that what he had said was not in vain at all.
“If she’s going to be in such a high position, she should be ready to be criticized. Don’t you think it’ll be easier to live as a knight if I help her balance it out?”
“So you’re helping her out?”
Peon did not respond.
“Haaa…”
Deschamps was very annoyed.
It is true that Judith is a good knight. Since she’s an aether master.
But, to be precise, she was a good knight in ‘skills only’.
Judith, reflected in Deschamps’ eyes, was a new chick knight who was still late to work.
Did he have to explain every single thing in which she was still immature?
Something about this situation where he had to cover for Judith and what? Vice-captain? Even though he’s never heard of it?
After all, everything is Giryu’s fault.
70% of Deschamp’s troublesome work was caused by Giryu, and that law has not been broken today.
With a faithful oath to keep Giryu silent, Deschamps opened his mouth.
“Stop doing unnecessary things. You just hate knights who are more talented than you. You don’t want to see a person who is better than you being praised and recognized, right? Or you can refute it now.”
“……”
“Help? It’s funny, how many times did Giryu point out to you to change your posture every time you fight even though you’re a senior knight? Do you want me to count the number of times he’s fought without stigma?”
Deschamps felt his fever rise sharply with anger.
“You haven’t listened to Giryu for years, but now you’re talking about balance? You should be embarrassed of yourself. If I were you, I would be so ashamed I’d quit the Order and being a knight altogether.”
Deschamps gave a final warning because he knew only his mouth hurt anyway.
“Stop it. Today is the last day.”
“……”
“If the discipline of the Knights is disturbed because of you, you will have to pay the price.”
Deschamps didn’t want to waste any more time, so he tried to turn around.
If it wasn’t for Peon, who was fidgeting and furious, he would have kicked the door on his way out.
“People like you…”
“……”
“Can people with talent and connections like you understand how I feel?”
What?
Deschamps now had a headache.
He almost wanted to throw the time he respected him as a senior in the trash can for a person who was thirty-seven years old and said that kind of thing now.
He can’t believe he has to listen to something you’ll only hear at the academy in the middle of a knight order. This had to be a joke.
Deschamps replied coldly.
“I don’t think I even want to.”
Bang, the door of the training ground was broken, so the world was sealed.
Deschamps left the training ground behind.
‘I hope he didn’t overdo it.’
Of course, if you’re a human being, you won’t do that.
If Peon was a person who knew how to properly help, he would not have rushed to the training ground because of the future shown by his Omniscient Stigma.
Training with onions on top of your feet is plausible harassment.
The excuse was good.
Demonic weed beast response training.
However, there is only one way to respond to the demonic weed.
That training is just an excuse.
An excuse for seniors to harass the juniors.
‘I should’ve come a little faster.’
If so, he could have caught him there as a current offender.
They were colleagues whom he would entrust to his back, no matter how skilled they were. Yet he unilaterally harassed them like that.
It was the first time it happened. If Frederick hadn’t locked the door, he would have hit the scene and disciplined him on the spot.
‘But when I asked the new knights, they…’
Deschamps shook his head.
The role of a whistleblower is difficult for anyone to assume.
If you proudly said in front of the commander that you were beaten up by a senior knight, then it’s sure the senior would bully you in a different way.
He felt like his brain was boiling with anger.
‘I knew it!’
From the moment the talented knight and Aether master came in, it was something that was planned.
So, Deschamps felt responsible for not being able to stop the assault that took place in the Knights Order even though ‘he knew it would be like this’. He also felt anger.
“Deschamps?”
And he and Giryu were so close that Giryu had to face an angry Deschamps..
With an unknowing face, Giryu was walking towards the training ground.
It was the same as what Deschamps had seen with the omniscient stigma.
“This……!”
“Wait, why are you mad…?”
“Did you forget the deadline for the Berquess draft, captain? I must have told you not to step out of the commander’s office until the appointment was finished!!”
Deschamps’s nagging struck the hallway.
Giryu knew that Deschamps wasn’t usually this angry.
The level of anger was maxed out, and one couldn’t ask him why he had such a temperament. He had to shut up and be considerate.
“I’m here to cool off for a moment! I heard that the new knights are training, so I wanted to see if there’s anyone who’s appropriate….”
“Okay, training is over, go back!”
“What? Did you come here to see them? You shamelessly left me alone in the commander’s room?!”
“Go back!”
Deschamps pushed him away.
He didn’t even give him a chance to whine, and his tone of voice was harsh.
“Okay, okay, I’ll go. It’s my fault, don’t be mad, okay?”
At Giryu’s words, Deschamps groaned.
Deschamps grew up in the Lwalchmei county.
His father, Cesar Ritz, was an outstanding knight.
He took his adopted son, Deschamps, and settled at the Lwalchmei county where his life ended.1
For Deschamps, Giryu was an alumni who he had to serve since he was young, a friend, and a family member who he learned the sword with together.
Of course, there were differences in status.
Giryu was a person who could beat up Deschamps’s arrogant personality at any time.
However, Giryu did not.
Giryu was a man who could live without the law.2
In a good sense, rather than getting angry like now, he surrendered and raised both hands as if comforting him.
He wanted to take a walk, but he smiled shamelessly, saying that he failed to escape.
So Deschamps didn’t like Giryu being criticized.
Even if he was angry, he didn’t want to see anyone slandering the Giryu. He hated it so much he wanted to just beat them all up.3
Deschamps still remembered the gratitude he felt when Giryu and Alpen cried for him on the day his adoptive father died.
So, he decided to serve the Lwalchmei family for as long as his gratitude remains.
That oath from his childhood still stood today, and has been going on for over ten years.
Therefore, what was precious to Giryu was also precious to him.
The efforts made by Giryu were the same as those he made.
If the responsibility of the Knights Commander is heavy for Giryu, it is a heavy duty for him, too.
There is no need to use a knife to catch a cow to catch a fence, and there is no need to worry about this every day. This kind of work should be done on its own.
Deschamps, who thought so, turned away.
“Giryu, did you choose a vice-captain without my knowledge?”
“Ah… I didn’t pick them, I just had a candidate in mind.”
“Is it Dame Judith?”
Giryu said the answer with a low laugh.
He’s glad Deschamps was ahead. He’s glad he didn’t see his face wrinkled.
“It won’t be easy.”
“As an Aether master, what would be difficult? She’s a newbie now, but won’t it be different in half a year?”
“Anyone can look the part as long as they can handle the sword well. Dame Judith is not yet someone worthy of leading others.”
“Well, that’s true, but… we’ll see, and I’m not looking for her to look the part.”
It was a sharp point, so he did not deny Giryu.
However, to the point of promising a future, Giryu was counting on her.
So Deschamps prayed sincerely.
May Peon Grand, who lives with a sense of inferiority, take her and stop doing useless things.
He sincerely hoped that the discipline of the Knights, which was established with a sense of responsibility along with Giryu, would not be shaken.
Of course, life doesn’t always go as desired.
Knowing that, he couldn’t help but wish for that.
***
Giryu went back to the commander’s room. He said that he would not get sidetracked, in order to keep his promise to Deschamps.
As soon as Deschamps entered the commander’s room, he shoved his nose into the paperwork.
Giryu wiggled his toes in front of the commander’s office desk, which was facing him again.
‘Well… that’s it.’
Time suggests a lot. There is a level of anger, and Giryu has read a lot from Deschamps’s attitude.
Deschamps was walking from the training ground, and out of the blue, he brought up the story of Judith.
He told him not to even come close to the training ground, and he pushed him back and drove him away.
And then he got angry.
‘I think there was something he didn’t want to show me because of Judith.’
It was not difficult for Giryu to imagine the appointments of new knights.
New recruits come in every quarter, and it attracts talented people and geniuses at the Knights Order.
In order to establish a hierarchical order, there are many more things to organize than expected, and Deschamps hated it terribly.
‘If you don’t have the skills, you should at least make an effort. Even terrible bastards have to stand in line to pee too. Motherfuckers.’
Deschamps was good at being hated.
This is because he says only the right things and hits the bone with facts.
There is a point where the bullying of a senior is a bit disrespectful.
For example, from the north gate to the south gate, the physically impossible distance is asked to go back and forth within 10 minutes.
Some say that he brought equipment that he had never brought before.
Those are the things that make you nitpick to completely write down a training diary that you have never written before.
‘I’m sure Judith is having a hard time, too.’
Judith is extraordinarily strong and proud of herself.
To make matters worse, at the beginning of the training period, she was left out, so there were few opportunities to meet other senior knights.
It will not be easy to blend in.
Still, she should be alright, but Giryu was irrational.
Judith acted like a strong, fearless beast, but in a strange way she stood upright.
Though she is quiet, she does not lack answers and speaks very well.
When they talk, it is not difficult to find out her true value. Everyone will soon know that she’s a great knight.
‘She’ll get over it, if it’s her, she’ll have to get through it if she’s to be the vice-captain.’
How naive and simple is a man who believes he can overcome a dominion with spirit.
‘Besides, I told her to come to me for help anytime, and if anything was hard.’
Until then, Giryu did not realize that he had made a mistake.
He ended his judgment with a very subjective thought that a person who looked good in his own eyes would look good in other people’s eyes as well.
It was a mistake that could be made as a human being, but a mistake mixed with personal opinion quickly led to a painful incident.
Two days later, a brawl broke out at the training ground with injured people.
The key figures were, of course, Peon and Judith.
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TL notes ( ´ ▿ ` )
Manhwa chapter 15 – 16
- some translations suggested that Cesar Ritz “ended his life” (committed suicide) at the Lwalchmei’s county. I have zero idea if this is true since the manhwa didn’t mention the cause of death, so I’m going with “where his life ended” to leave it open just in case.
- 기류는 법 없이도 살 사람이었다. idk what “law” meant here.
- Deschamps actually says “He hated it so much that he wanted to go and poke his fingers in their nostrils.”
If there are any errors please let me know! Rly sorry for taking a bit more time with the translations lately btw.
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