Chapter 381: Knight's Banquet (Part 2)

“You killed all those young masters, so you must have gotten some important information, right?” Samimi asked.

“Count Perry isn’t in his territory. The Knight’s Banquet is being held again, and all the nobles and knights of the West Sea will gather together. This time, their goal is to put the Knight King on trial, punish the Dilmurt family, and steal the Knight Academy that my family built over generations.” Fabiana answered in a low voice.

“A judgment assembly? I’m way too familiar with that. I almost got judged by the Church before.”

Samimi felt right at home hearing that.

All you can say is that the Otherworld really loves holding judgment assemblies.

To put it bluntly, it’s just a form of lynching disguised as civilization.

They want to kill, but they insist on wrapping themselves in righteousness.

Samimi had always been critical of this kind of thing.

But even if Fabiana didn’t say it, Samimi already knew where they were headed next.

‘Those damned rebel army get to live a little longer. When one wave calms down, another rises.’

‘Troubles keep popping up one after another—I can’t even kill them all, and emergencies never stop.’

‘I don’t even know when I’ll get back to dealing with the rebel army.’

“Knowing my grandfather’s personality, he will definitely attend the Knight’s Banquet. Even if he knows it’s a trap set by the enemy, he’ll jump in without hesitation.” Fabiana said calmly.

“True. That old man personally led a team all the way to the royal city to save people, so you know how stubborn he is.” Samimi nodded in agreement. “And precisely because of that, he cut into too many people’s pies and broke the original balance of the West Sea. I’m partly responsible for this too.”

“You don’t get to talk about responsibility. It was because I was too weak before.” Fabiana said.

To be honest, Samimi didn’t think this previous Fabiana was that weak.

At least within the Hero Party, she was the most tenacious of them.

The others were the truly fragile ones, always having mental breakdowns.

“But I want to remind you. If we go cause trouble at the Knight’s Banquet, it means completely burning bridges with all the noble knights of the West Sea. After that, there’s no turning back.”

Samimi looked at her, her tone serious.

“And we haven’t even had time to clear your name yet. The reputation and foundation that the Dilmurt family built over generations could be completely destroyed.”

“A good name?” Fabiana retorted. “Who cares?”

“What I need to protect now is my family’s foundation. I absolutely cannot let the Knight Academy fall into someone else’s hands.”

“The Knight Academy… I remember that’s where the Giant Whale Knights train their knights.” Samimi said.

“That’s right. The Giant Whale Knights became famous throughout the world, and a knight family of low birth made the world remember our name, all because of the Knight Academy.”

Fabiana looked into the distance, her voice cold.

“There is a complete knight training system there. That’s the life’s work of our family for generations. But now, they actually want to steal it.”

No matter how beautiful the scenery ahead, her eyes were filled with nothing but cold revenge.

Before she could even avenge her parents’ blood hatred, the enemy had already set their sights on her last remaining family.

Even the most cowardly person, pushed to this point, would go mad.

“Thank you, Samimi. Without you, I might still be waiting to die in that shabby church.”

Fabiana’s last bit of tenderness was only reserved for her teammates.

“Don’t say that. That old man did me a favor. I’ll see it through to the end with you.”

After saying that, even Samimi felt it was a bit cheesy.

But she was indeed very satisfied with Fabiana’s current performance.

She had killed everyone she should kill, didn’t act stupid the whole time, and didn’t have that kind of saintly indecisiveness.

Good.

She liked this kind of teammate.

After all, she was a transmigrator, but she wasn’t the kind of harmless NEET isekai protagonist.

She never had any good feelings toward nobles, the Church, or the royal family in the first place.

To put it bluntly, they all looked disgusting to her.

Even if these people didn’t come after her, when she got disgusted enough, she would eventually overturn the table.

Putting someone like her into a western fantasy world was fundamentally a clash of personalities.

Class destruction was only a matter of time.

Not long after, Veronica and Niubao returned in a horse-drawn carriage.

The carriage was loaded with supplies, and Niubao’s storage space was also stuffed full.

Niubao volunteered, built a temporary stove with rubble, brought out a big iron pot newly bought from town, and started cooking a large pot of stew.

Now that the Pharmacist wasn’t around to criticize, Niubao could finally cook with full freedom.

Heavy on oil and salt, maximum energy.

A meal for over a hundred people—only a stamina monster like Niubao could handle it.

For anyone else, even stirring the ladle might break an arm.

“If every time we save the world we have to drag along so many deadweights, we’re really going to be stuck.”

Samimi stood up, looking at the fire rising in the distance, and said to Fabiana.

“We can’t just leave them there to die.” Fabiana said.

“It’s really not easy being a good person.”

Samimi gave a bitter smile.

And to be honest, saving so many people didn’t increase her Goodness Value as fast as grinding monsters in the South.

Ridiculously slow.

They were still in a hurry to save the old man, needing to race against time, yet they were stuck here unable to move.

“I found someone who can take them in.”

Veronica jumped onto the broken wall, full of smiles, bringing back good news.

“What happened?” Fabiana immediately stood up.

Without Miss Assassin, their half-crippled team would truly be unable to move a step.

“Who dares to take in so many slaves at once?” Samimi asked.

“I took Niubao to check out the church in town. The nuns there said they can help.” Veronica explained.

“We can go to St. John’s Cathedral. They said the bishop will definitely be willing to help.”

“A local bishop? A Violet Archpriest? Hah, I suggest you don’t get your hopes up.” Samimi criticized bluntly.

“You’re an Archbishop, you can’t get a little bishop to do a favor?” Veronica retorted.

“We can try. If not, we’ll just forcefully take over the cathedral.” Samimi said calmly.

“Now that’s more like you.”

Satisfied with that answer, Veronica turned and walked away.

“I’ll keep watch. Go get some rest.” Fabiana said.

“Mm.”

Samimi jumped down from the crumbling wall and leisurely went over to scrounge some food.

Below were over a hundred slave girls. If she didn’t go over a couple times, wouldn’t it be a waste of saving them?

Hehe.

She was a Pastoralist, after all. She could use the excuse of “checking bodies” to take advantage legitimately.

Fabiana sat alone on the crumbling wall in meditation, secretly summoning more skeleton knights to guard all the entrances and exits of the abandoned armory.

It could shelter them for now, but it was by no means safe.

After all, this was still Count Perry’s territory.

The fact that he himself wasn’t here was already a rare piece of good news.

At the very least, even if he learned his son was dead, he couldn’t rush back right away.

But there were still too many problems.

The details were too messy, the situation too complicated, impossible to sort out.

Or rather, a situation involving the whole West Sea’s factions was never something one person could figure out.

In life and actions, being able to have a clear conscience is enough.

“I’m sorry, Samimi. Niubao, I’m sorry…”

When Fabiana quieted down alone, she inevitably thought of the foolish things she had done, and her chest tightened.

Especially those she had hurt with her own hands.

Even the skeleton knights she summoned could feel their master’s sorrow.

The skeleton knights originally standing guard at the door also silently sat down by the roadside, as if joining in her depression.

“What kind of power is this?”

Veronica was still patrolling the abandoned armory.

She had been observing these skeleton knights for a long time, but still couldn’t understand the essence of their existence.

Fabiana was definitely not a Necromancer who defiled the dead.

But precisely because of that, it was even more confusing.

These skeleton knights seemed to be generated out of thin air.

What was this power akin to a miracle?

The more Veronica thought, the more curious she became.

But since the skeleton knights were on night watch, she couldn’t be bothered to wander around anymore, so she returned to the center of the armory to eat.

She saw the slave girls huddled together on both sides, each holding a wooden bowl and waiting for their share of food.

But fear, wariness, and unease were still written all over their faces.

Even though Samimi had personally examined their bodies, it didn’t dispel their fear.

For those young slaves with injuries, Samimi could heal them instantly.

And the number of injured was even more than she had imagined.

But these injuries weren’t from escaping tonight.

They were all old wounds.

All whip marks.

Samimi had originally thought to take some advantage on the side.

But as she healed, she fell silent, completely losing that intention.

Over a hundred slave girls, all needed treatment.

But the more she healed, the more she didn’t want to think deeply.

Because with just a little push deeper, a chilling question would arise—

The ones rescued here were all young girls.

So where were the slaves who had grown up?

The actual number of slaves imprisoned in Green Peach Grove was far more than they had rescued now.

But she didn’t want to ask.

She could probably guess the answer.

If she didn’t ask, at least she could pretend not to see.

They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Silently watching the sin unfold, watching their companions being dragged away, watching themselves being dragged away, unable to even learn to make a sound.

“You must be the legendary necromancers. Are you planning to refine us into those monsters?”

At that moment, a red-haired slave girl gathered her courage and tremblingly questioned Samimi.

“Oh? You know about necromancers?” Samimi raised an eyebrow.

“We all saw those dark knights killing people everywhere.” The red-haired slave girl said through gritted teeth. “We also saw what they looked like after being cut down. Inside… inside there were skeletons.”

“Sharp eyes.”

Samimi smiled.

“It does look like that, but we are saints, not necromancers.”

“Those skeleton knights are not undead; they are [Heroic Spirits].”

“What we summon are the souls of ancient heroes who once protected the human race.”

“Heroic Spirits?”

“Heroic Spirits?”

“Souls of heroes?”

Those words exploded like a bomb among the slave girls, spreading instantly through the crowd.