I Will Be the Greatest Knight-Chapter 243: Blind Vengeance

A battle horn reached into the deepest part of Irene’s consciousness and dragged her out of sleep more effectively than a cool bucket of water being dumped on top of her.

For the first time in what felt like eons, she had a sense of clarity. It was still paired with so much pain and sadness, but it was motivating enough for her to be able to stand up and face whatever elicited the battle horn in the first place.

However, her feet, covered only in socks, touched the dirt floor, and her eyes darted around to look for her sword. They landed upon a silver arming sword, and a dagger was further pushed into her heart.

It wasn’t her sword but Leif’s.

She hoped it would work just the same.

The girl sprinted from the tent without further warning, and she went in the direction of the one place she knew the action to always be. Her feet carried her north. The backdrop of the monsters on the field was the Duke’s Tower.

That tower was the beginning and end of all things, it felt like.

She was numb to everything around her except for her heart and mind, which were so unbelievably heavy of her friend she would never be able to see again. It felt like the past years of them growing closer and closer were all for nothing.

She couldn’t wait to see him grow up, to see if he would ever find a wife and settle down just a bit. It had occurred to her many times before that someone would be lucky to have him.

He was easy to talk to. Whenever he tried to make her smile, he was successful.

It felt like he was the only diamond left in the vast field of coal.

She knew that her eyes were watering as she ran forth. Her eyes were blurry, and one of her ungloved hands wiped her tears away.

Huh, she seemed to barely realize. No gloves, but I’m carrying a sword.

It was a new experience, but she wasn’t opposed to it as the goblins running towards her filled her mind.

Since she hadn’t had to get into armor or grab more weapons, she was the first out there. There was no one to tell her that she was making a grave mistake running into danger that she was hardly prepared for.

The desire to avenge Leif lit her heart on fire. The clicks and screams of the goblins were carrying her forward with each stride.

She wanted those pests gone. Absolutely all of them. If someone as sweet as Leif couldn’t continue living, they didn’t deserve to either.

They were dark and disgusting. Nothing about them mattered.

It was for Leif. It was all for Leif. He mattered so much.

Tears were burning her eyes again, but there was no time to wipe them away because she needed to swing Leif’s sword and take out whatever she could.

The first goblins in the latest waves were always the more stupid ones. They were like the goblins everyone was more familiar with.

Rather than calculating, they threw themselves into danger with no second thought.

At that moment, she was the danger and she eagerly slashed through the disgusting monsters. It gave her the confidence to keep going forward.

Her freezing cold feet weren’t taken into consideration. Her body burning with each swing of the sword wasn’t taken into account.

Seeing so many of the first goblins dying so easily made her overconfident.

When the larger ones came, she still swung her weapon relentlessly. However, these goblins were the ones who would block strikes and strike back more concisely than the ones before.

They were piling up and getting larger. They were the new breed that none of the knighthoods were used to quite yet.

Her body was screaming for her to stop, but by that point, she had been swallowed by the sea of monsters.

These more evolved goblins recognized that she was the cause of so many deaths already, so she became their target.

One of the large goblins struck downward with a giant club. Her leg collapsed underneath her, but she still managed to swing her sword. She got them in the legs just like they did for her.

She was on her knees, still swinging her sword, but her reach was much more limited that time.

She thought she had clarity before, but in that moment, she had true, sobering clarity.

The realization that she was in no shape to do that and shouldn’t have gone out by herself in the first place struck her. Fear took over. The thrill of battle was chased away.

She could only block from where she was on her knees. A searing pain was felt in her leg, and she wondered for a moment if she had broken her ankle. There was no time to self-assess.

A large goblin slashed downward with an axe-like weapon. It got through her double-handed block.

No wonder knights and apprentices always wore gloves when they fought, she only seemed to realize. Her freezing cold hands had practically lost function as the sword was forced out of her grip and clattered to the ground with a dull thud on the wet earth.

Irene looked up at the goblin. In that moment, it slashed downward, and she was given a blow from the upper left part of her chest to her lower right.

The girl let out a blood-curdling scream of pain. She was defeated and terrified.

The half-chemise she wore under her clothing to preserve her secret loosened as it was cut through.

Blood followed shortly after in a crimson stream that stained her light colored tunic and pale, freckled skin.

By the time someone had come to her rescue, she was already lying in a heap on the ground. The goblins had moved on because to them, she was dead and not worth a bit more energy.

Felix was the one who came to her rescue. He killed everything nearby. He was in a panicked state after seeing Irene in a heap on the ground.

When there was no more danger nearby, the apprentice—practically knight—fell to the ground, and he desperately tried to revive his dear friend.

However, his hands on her clothing, trying to hold shut her wound, revealed parts of herself she would be horrified to know he saw.

Despite being covered in blood, he would recognize the body of a girl anywhere.

That was not what mattered in that moment, somehow.

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