The Loser Lord Who Kept Getting Sweet Revenge and Somehow Rose to the Top - Chapter 10: Trash Should Be Killed Instantly. Just Die Already.

Chapter 10: Trash Should Be Killed Instantly. Just Die Already.

After becoming a count and expanding my lands, I ended up with some pleasant surprises—like gaining new water sources and more farmland. Thanks to that, the territory was developing smoothly.

Some of my people even started traveling to other regions for work, which meant their lives were improving too.

I heard that Nina and Alexander, the siblings I once saved, had gone to work at a monastery near the border. Honestly, they were still kids, so I would’ve preferred they just grew up freely without pushing themselves. But at the monastery, they’d get the chance to learn reading and writing, maybe even receive blessings to study magic. Compared to my own childhood, they were thinking way ahead about their future. Smart kids. I looked forward to the day Nina and Alexander returned as grown adults.

Meanwhile, the Shakara Count’s territory had finally hit rock bottom. Their stores were depleted, the people kept fleeing, and the administration had completely collapsed.

Seriously though, who would’ve guessed knights of a count’s house could be so weak they couldn’t even hold their own in a straight fight against monsters? They’d been slacking on training way too much.

The villagers who didn’t have the strength to flee Shakara lands were starving. The people themselves weren’t at fault, and I couldn’t just sit by and watch. So I kept sneaking food into their villages.

But… that backfired.

What I intended as support for the innocent ended up feeding corruption. Hungry knights began seizing food as “taxes,” and once they discovered the supplies I’d delivered, they started murdering villagers and looting them. Word of their atrocities soon reached me.

Then one night, while I was making my usual quiet rounds delivering food under the cover of darkness, I came upon a scene that made my blood boil. A village I’d visited before had been burned to the ground, its people slaughtered. Shakara’s knights were shouting with joy as they gloated over the food they’d stolen.

Instead of protecting their people, they massacred them and pillaged the ruins. These scum weren’t knights—hell, they weren’t even human.

“Hyahhaaa! Tonight we feast ‘til we burst! It’s the start of a hot ‘n cool party, boys!!”

The village was in flames, bodies scattered everywhere. Some had been beaten and humiliated before being killed. Others had been toyed with like playthings, their dignity trampled in the worst ways. The sight alone made me sick. A true knight could never look at this and feel nothing. These bastards had forfeited their right to be called men.

I leapt down from Comet and walked straight toward the laughing knights. Their merriment died instantly, weapons raised the moment they saw me.

I ignored them for now, scanning the area to confirm there were no survivors left—then fixed my gaze on them and asked:

“What the hell is this carnage?! What happened to the knight’s oath—to be a shield for the powerless and a sword for the weak? In the name of the Purge Knight, I ask you: will you repent and accept the king’s judgment?”

At my words, the jewel on the Purge Ring around my left middle finger glimmered. It had recognized this massacre as grounds for a final warning.

“A Purge Knight, huh? So what? This food is ours—we took it. And we’re not giving it up.”

…Pathetic. I knew Shakara’s knights were trash with no honor, but now they’d sunk to the level of common bandits.

[CAST IN THE NAME OF KING. YE GUILTY.]

The Purge Ring shone again, glowing letters appearing in the air. Guilty, huh? Perfect. Looks like I got the green light. No holding back. And when I’m pissed, mercy isn’t on the menu.

“Knights of the Count… don’t you think your so-called chivalry is hideous? Crooked and broken, like a road full of stones and potholes.”

“Hideous…?!”

“I’ll fix your road. I’ll pave it smooth into one straight path… straight through hell.”

“Shut up! We’ll kill you and strip you bare!”

The count’s knights scrambled into formation. Too bad for them—the battle was already over.

Right on cue, a gyuiiin, bwoooon roar echoed from above. The knights tensed, weapons ready, eyes flicking toward the night sky.

There it was—Comet. Circling overhead, leaving blazing red trails of light in his wake. At the tips of his wings, he gathered pure magic, compressed it, then blasted it out, turning mana into raw thrust for insane acceleration.

Bwoooon, bwooon… The sound rumbled as he carved a massive glowing circle across the sky, then shot higher, climbing until he shone like a single brilliant star above.

A sharp kiiiiin—like ringing in the ears—sliced through the air. Then silence.

“What’s that…? A shooting star?” one of the knights muttered.

“Close. —――A comet.”

The instant the words left my mouth, that burning red star plummeted.

It slammed straight into the spot where the knights had formed up. No—collided. The impact detonated with a deafening roar, a fiery explosion swallowing everything.

The knights didn’t even have time to comprehend what hit them. The shockwave and searing heat vaporized them on the spot, not even scraps of flesh left behind. One clean surprise attack. Instant annihilation.

The Shakara knights were gone—wiped from existence. And honestly? They were the kind of scum the world was better off without.

After I dismounted, Comet had been soaring above, repeatedly accelerating and building up for the strike. It’s the kind of technique you can’t use on a battlefield where friend and foe are mixed together, but as an opening surprise attack, it’s unbeatable.

Of course, there are limits. If I’m riding him, my body can’t withstand the insane acceleration, so it only works when I’m on the ground. But against enemies locked in formation like those knights, there’s nothing more effective.

Kiriko’s little brother once told me—calling it “knowledge from his past life”—about dragons in another world who used this very move to bomb the hell out of monster hunters. It sounded fun, so Comet and I practiced until we perfected it. And now? This was the result.

I walked up to Comet, who was standing cheerfully at the center of the massive crater he’d carved into the earth. I patted and rubbed him all over with a “well done,” then turned to the village, sighing at the bodies left behind.

“…Let’s give the villagers a proper burial. After that, time to press the count.”

Later, I reported the Shakara situation directly to His Majesty. The verdict? “The conduct of knights reflects the dignity of their lord.”

Shakara’s house was condemned. A noble family that let its knights turn to looting was branded as a disgrace to the aristocracy, their standing dropping straight to rock bottom.

As for the monsters in their lands, the decision was made to exterminate them together—for the sake of the surviving villagers. That part I accepted.

But then came the kicker. By royal command, Count Shakara was ordered to pay a massive sum of war expenses to anyone who assisted in slaying the monsters.

So in the end, he lost his pride, got humiliated in public, dragged his family name through the mud, and bled money until his fortune was gone.

Ooooh, how tragic. So very tragic. Ahahaha.