A Red Knight Does Not Blindly Follow Money

“If you drop the onion, your partner will get hit instead, so focus.”

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“Please wait a moment.”

Someone shouted loudly and protested.

“I will take responsibility for the mistake myself.
The reason why my partner is subject to corporal punishment…”

“If an imperial knight can’t stop the beasts, the people of the empire will suffer anyway.
Does responsibility fall behind solidarity?

“But isn’t this simple training?”

“If you’re not going to regard training as a real fight, then get out.
The responsibility rests with your partner.”

Louis, who was listening, clenched his teeth.

In Louis’ eyes, Judith’s onion on the top of her foot looked dangerous as if it were about to fall down at any moment.

He was not afraid of being hit by Judith’s mistake.

What Louis was afraid of was the opposite.

What if Judith, who is still injured, gets beaten because of him?

“I’m warning you, if I see you going easy on your partner, I will kick you on the spot.”

Peon’s voice was fierce.

“….Judith.”

“It’s okay.
Focus.”

Judith said so, but Louis couldn’t concentrate at all.

“Start.”

As soon as Peon’s words fell, lamentable sighs flowed out from all over the training arena.

Some people screamed as they dropped onions from their feet without realizing it.

He couldn’t help it once the training began.

Louis swung his sword.

Judith took a deep breath and then held her breath.

She delicately deflected her Louis sword and began to spar.

Judith’s left foot did not budge.

Her longsword let Louis’s sword slip three times.

She swept the blade that fell in front of her straight down to the left and hit it gently.

There was a slight recoil, but the onion did not roll off.

They went back and forth several times, but the situation did not change.

Louis slashed the sword at Judith diagonally.
This time it was a powerful strike, but Judith twisted her wrist upwards and gently pushed it away.

After that, a similar situation was repeated.

Judith read the trajectory of Louis’ sword with superhuman concentration.

Short frictions occurred in succession, like a violin string touching the bow.

The long sword, which slid and stretched out, grazed Louis’ blonde hair several times.

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“Don’t do it lightly.”

Peon kicked Louis on the back.

Louis tried to refute that he had never done that, but realized the situation around him.

All trainees except Judith had dropped their onions.

Louis was kicked in the back for being blind.

“Stop.”

Knowing that there was no point in doing more, Peon stopped the two of them.

All the strength was gone from his arm.

Louis really wanted to put the sword down.

“There’s nothing to be disappointed about dropping your onion.
It’s just that there are always freaks among us…”

Peon glanced at Judith and laughed.

“Things like monsters are everywhere.
Replace the offense and defense.”

The expression ‘monsters’ was by no means a compliment.
Rather, it was more of an insult.

But there was no one to reclaim his words.

Louis brushed his sweat-soaked blonde hair carelessly.
His red eyes were full of confusion, and he moved non-stop.1

The moment Louis put the onion on his foot, he realized how great Judith’s talent was.

It felt like all the nerves in his body were focused on his foot.

…..how can he not drop this?

“Start.”

Judith moved at intervals for a while.

Her longsword pierced the front and entered.
It was a standard attack, as described in the textbook.

Louis’s sword slashed at it.
At the same time, the onion rolled off the top of my foot.

Far from a minute, he couldn’t hold out for half of it.

Louis bowed his head in disbelief.

Others had a similar situation.

Raymond, paired with Violet, was biting his lip looking at the onion he had dropped.

“Stop.”

Peon licked his lips and looked towards Judith.

A strange silence filled the training ground.

“It seems that there is only one person who will survive an encounter with Demonic Weeds, compared to an Aether Master, these guys here are all baggage and useless.”

Frederick laughed and locked the training ground door.

“You lose your life if you leave your comrade.
Dame Judith, you’ve had the wrong comrade.”

Peon said while kicking the onion.

“Everyone whose partner dropped an onion, get down.”

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Peon ordered.

Then, the only person standing on the training ground without lying down was Louis.

Louis sincerely wanted to be there, not Judith.

The misery of standing alone was a helplessness that he had never experienced before.

Peon started to kick the knights who were lying face down with an expressionless face.

Frederick double-checked that the gym door was locked.

“Do you think this is harsh? You’ll find out when you go on your first mission.
There are definitely people who will appreciate me.”

It was a kick that held anger.
Some newcomers groaned.

If they rolled around or collapsed, he kicked their sides again.

Turning around once, the last place Peon arrived was in front of Judith.

“The Demonic Beast Weed is weak against fire.
If you want to beat it alone, you have to be able to cut them off with a sword or use a flame stone quickly while still caught by the ankles.
Judging from the situation, these new recruits all seem to be dying, aren’t they? Dame Judith?”

Before Judith could answer, Peon kicked her in the stomach.

As soon as he saw the ruthless kick, Louis’s face turned white.

The sound of her groaning a little was clearly heard by Louis.

He felt like dying.

Peon took a breath and grabbed Judith’s arm and lifted it up.

“I advise you as a senior.
It’s good to get along with colleagues, but if a weak ally is watching your back you will get killed…”

“I will take care of my colleagues.”

Judith shook off his arm completely.
Her eyes were very angry.

“After all, I want to avoid those who vent their anger on their juniors.”

It was quiet everywhere.

In silence, all the knights watched as the two stared at each other.

The corner of Peon’s right lip rose slightly.
He raised his shaking hand.

Judith didn’t look away.

The moment that hand reached her cheek, she immediately looked like she would break Peon’s fingers.

Then someone knocked on the training ground door as if to break it.

“What’s going on? Open the door.”

Peon’s hand stood tall in the air.

Frederick’s eyes widened a little.
Reddish brown eyes searched around.

“…Lord Peon.”

“Open it.”

Peon lowered his hand and said.

As soon as Frederick heard Peon’s words, he opened the locked training ground door.

Frederick’s face was slightly stiff as he opened the door and looked at the incoming person.

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This is because the person standing outside was, in a sense, more dangerous than the commander.

“Deschamps……”

There was no knight who didn’t recognize him.

Deschamps’s sculptural features were severely distorted.

It was as if the word discomfort were drawn into his face.

Unlike Frederick, Peon looked around the training ground without much fuss.

“The training instructor has been away for a few days due to a chronic illness.
I will repeat the training I did today for the time being, so make sure to practice.”

When Peon ordered the disbandment, the knights left the training ground individually.

Of course, Judith glared at Peon until the end and did not move.

“I told you to get out.”

Only after Louis and Violet took her arms one by one did Judith turn.

A smile appeared on Judith’s lips as she passed Peon.

Peon didn’t miss it, but he couldn’t call Judith out.
Deschamps was still there.

“Sir Frederick, I think you should leave.”

He shot him a look that said he would hang him upside down if he didn’t move.

Frederick, who looked at him warily, left without saying a word.

Only those two remained at the training ground.

“Sir Peon.
I’m going to ask you straightforwardly.”

Deschamps closed the training ground door with his foot and approached Peon.
His green eyes gleamed with irritation.

To blindly evaluate him, the opponent is Deschamps Ritz.

A knight of omniscience.

Many new knights who joined the Red Knights simply evaluate Deschamps as a Giryu’s adjutant. 

However, the true value of Deschamps becomes more valued the more he goes up in ranks.

Deschamps Ritz does not draw the sword.

No one bets a fight anyway, because they know how to win every match.

Because of his short stature and big eyes, they looked down on him, but even counting the people who called him names, ten fingers were not enough.

“Don’t you know that I’m called a bastard among the Red Knights?”2

“I don’t know.”

“Really? I thought you did know, so I came to tell you on purpose.”

Deschamps cut off Peon’s words.

“The reason I’m called a bastard is because I’m the first to start the chaos that Giryu will make.”

He said as he looked at Peon.

“I hope you get a sense of whether I’m here because of you.”

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“I hope it’s important enough for the well-known adjutant to visit in person.”

Deschamps’s anger dripped down like melted candle wax.

“It’s important.
As a senior knight, to take the lead and train new knights, isn’t it important?”

“Did you bring your busy body only to say something like that?”

“Only? Don’t be nervous and listen up straight to save face.
If the discipline of the knights is disturbed while you try to raise your nose, then neither I nor Giryu will stand still.”

It was three years ago when Giryu and Deschamps took over the Red Knights.

There were hardly any people who welcomed the knight commander and lieutenant who suddenly fell from the sky with open arms.

At that time, the Knights looked like knights in a good way, but frankly speaking, they were a group of thugs with no guidance.

Because of this, Giryu committed himself to the order, and made considerable efforts to win the trust of his subordinates.

Deschamps was the same.

Deschamps knew that he could not earn the trust of others due to his harsh and hysterical personality.

So, he tried in the opposite direction to Giryu.

Deschamps replaced all the knights that broke the discipline.

Not suited to his handsome appearance, he struggled with the Knight, willing to personally fight within the order.

There are one or two people who have been swept away by Deschamps’s hysteria over the past year.

But even knowing this, Peon put sarcasm in his words.

He couldn’t stand it.

“If I don’t stand still, what, will you show me a trick?”

“…..”

“Did your almighty omniscient Stigma tell you the direction in which my hair will blow?”

“…What are you implying? Why is my Stigma coming up here?”

Deschamps was annoyed.

“It’s an art when it stops being passed on.
Isn’t it disgusting to do this every time a newcomer with better skills than you comes in?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I can’t deal with aether either.
Except for Dame Judith, there are less than ten people in our Order who can maintain their aether for more than 10 minutes.”

Deschamps replied indifferently.

Being able to handle the aether is special in itself.

Different beings are the most ostracized wherever they go.
But does that justify assault?

“You can’t lead until you do your part, but isn’t it pitiful that you put acorns on your dog’s food and sat down?”3

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TL notes ( ´ ▿ ` )

Manhwa chapter 14

in the manhwa his eyes are dark green.
It might be an error from the translator so just imagine him with green eyes. “제가 적기사 사이에서 데상 놈의 새끼라고 불리는 거 모르십니까?” I’m assuming this is a phrase or proverb but I’m not really familiar with it and it’s difficult to search the meaning of it.
“제 몫 할 때까지 이끌어주지는 못할망정, 개밥에 도토리나 올리고 앉았으니 경이 한심하다는 소리 아닙니까.”