My Childhood Friend the Demon Knight Hates Me - Episode 20: King's Landing

Chapter 20 The King’s Landing

The King’s Landing

TRANSLATOR: Lioness
EDITOR: Arya

That night Roa-kun revealed various stories to me.

　　For the next few days, my surroundings were eerily peaceful.

　My training with Marina-san received a “perfect” “Hanamaru” (flower circle), and I can say that I’m almost done. I only practiced the parts I wanted in order to do something in my free time, other than that, I had almost nothing left to do. Also, I am not going out, so I have a lot of free time on my hands.

　On the other hand, the flurry of activity in the church was getting more intense by the day.

The day after my secret meeting with Roa-kun, the ninth person went missing.

　She has been trying to find out who the culprit and was getting more and more desperate.

　　In addition, she seems to have guessed that the number of spirit users needed for the sacrifice of the devil’s ritual was exactly ten, which turned her even more impatient.

Her small body was always running around with papers in her hands, and to be honest, I was worried that she might collapse.

　I offered to help her with whatever chores she needed, but Roa said, “I can’t let you do that, Spirit Princess! There’s no way I can let you do this work!”

Wraith and I were still …… the same.

　There was little to none conversation and contact, but that was it. I’m sure I had plenty of questions I’d like to ask him, such as what he knew about demons and what he thinks about the incident, but the important words always eluded me.
　
　I felt itchy, but in the end, I couldn’t ask anything.

　But Wraith would always nag me, “Don’t go out at night without permission.” I just reflexively reply, “I know.”

　　It seems that the security system had been strengthened, but the exchange was also somewhat uncomfortable.

　—- In such a way that I was left with a frustrated and unclear feeling.

The case had no clue to its solution, and Roa’s fears regarding the “night of the full moon” …… and the “day before” arrived in a flash.

“This is for self-defense,” Roa gave it to me and I’m having trouble with where to put it … I’m not sure if it was a good idea to have a sword for self-defense when you were in a church and the Wraiths were taking turns patrolling at night. Uur.

“I don’t think it’s necessary because Sue has me! I’ll protect Sue even if something happens!”

“It seems reliable”

　　I let out a light laugh at Wal’s surprisingly manly comment as he plays with his little bubbles.

　　But when the bubbles pop, some of the water would fly, so don’t do it indoors, Uur.

The watery part of his tail doesn’t get wet and doesn’t have a problem with water droplets splashing on it, but the water he produces was real, so it was usually cold.

　Phew, I breathe.

　As I sit on my bed, I have the Queen’s jeweled sword on my lap, which now brings …… exquisite weight.

“Because the day of the full moon was near!” Roa handed the sword to me in the hallway with great vigor, saying, “This is the one I put away at lunch!” I was taken by surprise, but I accepted it with vigor.

　　Is it okay to treat a treasure sword like this?

　　I’m not sure if Roa is just too busy to handle it.

　　The silvery blade is not sharp because it was not intended for use against humans.

　However, the handle was elaborately decorated, and as Roa explained, the spiritual power crystal that was worn around the wraith’s neck was firmly embedded in the handle. 

It seemed opulent, but you can’t put a price on it. Even now that I’m familiar with it, I still squint my eyes at the divine power it radiates.

I really don’t know what I’m going to do with it, though.

　　I can’t put the treasure sword on the floor, and I don’t feel comfortable hanging it on the wall like a broom.

　As I was pondering over this, I suddenly heard a tap on the window.

　My shoulders shake with fear.

　　I’m on the second floor. Why would such a sound be coming from the window?

　　With sufficient caution, I walked breathlessly to the window, still holding my sword.

　　After whispering a warning to Uur, I open the curtains, which I had closed to block the moonlight, fearfully.

　Then —-

…… Oh my God, it’s you guys.

　
　—- Outside the window were the spirits of light from before.

　　I counted five birds. Spirits in the form of small birds, with yellow light on their wings, were flying at about my eye level.

　Perhaps due to the strong moonlight, the light on their wings was weaker than the last time I saw them, but it was still dazzling enough to see them so close.

I was about to ask them why they were tapping on the window, thinking that it was just a prank, when my eyes widened at the next words that came out of their mouths.

　The first thing they said was.

“Help me,” they said at —-.

“Help me, help ‘him’! Please!”

“I just happened to find him! He’s going to do something bad to her! But we can’t stop him! He can’t hear us! We can’t even get close to him!”

“You can help him! He’s in danger! We want to help him!”

“Wait, we have to save her first! She can’t hear us either! We can’t get any closer! We have to hurry, we have to hurry!”

“Yes! We have to save her first!”

　　They all start beeping and talking at once making me confused.

　　Him? That girl? Her?
　
　I had no idea who they were referring to or what they were trying to say. I tried to talk to them in order to calm them down, but one of them swung around a little bit away from the window and said, “Look at me!” and led my gaze.

In the direction it was probably pointing, I could see a flowerbed illuminated by the moonlight and a high iron fence separating the church from the outside. At first, it seemed like an ordinary scene that I had always seen through the window, but I soon saw a figure walking unsteadily in the darkness behind the fence.

　　I have good night vision. I could barely make out that the person was chasing something with his unsteady steps.

　　I strained my eyes to get a better look.

　　A black feather with a strange sheen that seemed to melt into the darkness, yet was clearly visible even in the darkness.

　　Fluttering in the moonlight was a black butterfly, a …… messenger of the devil.

　　That alone made my throat hiss, but at the same time, my heart beat faster as I made sure I knew who was chasing the butterfly, and that it was someone I knew well.

　　A smooth strawberry blonde, shimmering in the moonlight.

　It was —- Marina.