The Former Holy Knight. Having Lost My Job and Childhood Friend, I Decided to Start a Dark Guild - Chapter 98

In a remote area about two leagues from the Saintess’ Wall, a camp had formed where warriors of the Sun’s People gathered. True to their nomadic nature, hundreds of mobile homes were set up, bustling with activity as warriors moved about.

At the center of this activity, in a notably large building, Glenn Deeth received a shocking report: the knights of the Royal Holy Knights, trapped in the Nymeria Mausoleum, had been released.

When the King had transformed the Nymeria Mausoleum into a dungeon, Glenn had briefly glimpsed its interior, convinced that it was no place for ordinary humans to conquer.

What Glenn had seen was a horde of hundreds of skeletons on the first basement floor. The ferocious creatures had attacked Glenn and the three Sun’s People warriors accompanying him as guards.

Although they managed to handle a few, the overwhelming number of skeletons that kept coming forced Glenn to flee in terror.

Ancient texts mentioned that deeper levels housed even more formidable monsters like succubi, manticores, medusas, and wyverns.

In an era where knowledge of monsters had faded, even if Saintess Cecil were to undertake its conquest, meticulous preparations would be necessary. A dedicated team would need to be formed, ancient texts from the capital’s library studied, and extensive research on monsters conducted to even hope to reach the lowest level.

Of course, if they dawdled, the knights confined within would die of exhaustion.

This was Glenn’s aim. He had heard that Cecil Wave could not stand by and watch her subordinates die. The only way to save them was for her to spend a night with Glenn, who possessed the King’s skills, and thus reseal the magic.

Glenn hinted at this in a letter to Cecil Wave, who had taken control of the Bernard Holy Knights. He suggested that if she would become a hostage in place of the fifty knights, he, with his royal credentials, would not mind assisting in sealing the Nymeria Mausoleum.

The beautiful, cheeky woman who had once rejected him and had even forgotten his name when they met again in the city of Nasheem. Now, the revered saintess had no choice but to rely on Glenn, a mere local knight. This situation satisfied Glenn Deeth’s long-smoldering need for recognition.

However, Cecil’s response was dismissive:

“I have no intention of spending the night with you. And the captive knights will be released soon.”

Glenn could not fathom how Cecil Wave had come to such a conclusion at the time. Yet, it was a fact; the knights had been freed by Don Michino and a young girl.

After receiving reports from the scouts of the Sun’s People, an irritated Glenn asked:

“Who exactly is this Don Michino? I never heard of such a person during my studies in the capital.”

In his line of sight sat Sia Seiren, a vision of beauty with her tan skin and captivating purple eyes. Since the moment he saw her, she had stolen Glenn’s heart—a figure of desire difficult even for nobles to approach.

Having finally captured the woman who had eluded him felt like a stroke of luck for Glenn.

To his inquiry, Sia Seiren responded quietly:

“A new king born in the eastern capital. He is the one I am to follow.”

“Sia, don’t provoke me further. The elders of the Sun’s People have agreed to our marriage. It’s dishonest to speak of following another man to your future husband.”

“Can you, who have defiled many women in pursuit of your desires, claim to be sincere? I can clearly see that even now, you harbor lustful thoughts for Cecil Wave.”

“I have been a devoted knight for many years. A little indulgence before marriage should be forgiven. And my current thoughts of Cecil are because a relationship with the saintess is necessary to fully unleash the King’s skills, just like when King Valderion unlocked his abilities through his relationship with our mother, Noela Seiren. Once that’s done, I intend to be a faithful husband.”

Despite saying this, Glenn continued to harbor a secret admiration for Cecil Wave, remembering the impact of first seeing her in the capital.

On his first day with the Royal Holy Knights, Cecil was practicing in the training yard, scantily clad. Glenn had watched, breathless.

Rumors of Cecil Wave had reached even the distant Bernard territory, but the actual sight of her surpassed them all, like a divine sculpture of beauty. What attracted Glenn more wasn’t just her appearance.

Women in Bernard territory customarily covered up, but Cecil, like the women of the Sun’s People, exposed her shoulders openly, her well-developed chest swaying enticingly with each strike. Glenn had spent many lonely nights comforted by the memory of that day.

He was not about to let the chance to have her slip by.

Sia Seiren said quietly:

“According to the latest reports, your childhood friend, Commander Cisia of the Holy Knights, has been captured. Considering what you commanded, a harsh fate awaits her. Do you feel nothing about this?”

Glenn snorted in displeasure.

“I’m grateful to Cisia. Thanks to her, I’ve gained the trust of the Sun’s People. But she’s no longer of use to me, and I, carrying the noble cause of protecting the Sun’s People, cannot afford immature sentimentality.”

After Glenn’s declaration, Sia Seiren visibly grimaced, casting a cold gaze upon him.

“It seems there is a significant difference in the quality of kings between you and Don Michino.”

At Sia Seiren’s disdainful look and words, Glenn Deeth nearly lost his composure, remembering his time with the elitist Royal Holy Knights who viewed him as lesser, sometimes taunting him as ‘incompetent.’

Barely restraining himself from striking Sia Seiren—knowing well that mistreating the clan leader could jeopardize the loyalty of the other Sun’s People—Glenn forced a magnanimous smile and gazed out the window at the distant Saintess’ Wall.

“How suitable I am to be king will become evident,” he said. “Cecil Wave is surely confident in her victory now that the hostages are free. Without hostages, moving the capital’s battalion could easily dispel the Sun’s People.”

Glenn then pulled a letter from his breast pocket. The sender was none other than Pope Gabriel himself.

As he read the letter, Glenn said with satisfaction:

“If the capital sends no reinforcements, the only way to protect the people will be to meet my demands, Cecil Wave.”