Dreams of the Holy Knight - Chapter 8

Dreams of the Holy Knight - Chapter 8

The recent Noel acted like a man with a screw missing.  Lily continued to hover before his eyes since the last dream.  Seduced by a woman in his dream, he felt embarrassed because he was pathetic, but kept thinking of her whether or not his eyes were open or closed so he seemed to be going crazy over her. 

Even when he was walking on the street, he unconsciously turned his head when he saw a woman with light brown hair. There were times when he had weak expectations that the woman of his dreams would be real, but he had to be disappointed every time.  

He had no interest in women, and he felt absurd that he was only chasing Lily like a crazy person, but when he remembered her bold expression, happy smile, and warm voice, the corners of his mouth subconsciously rose and his lower body got hard.  

Even if he only thought of her face, his cock erected, and it seemed that he had fallen as a slave to his lust, but if he could dream of her again, he was willing to do anything.  

He wondered if he would be able to dream of her again, so he spent more and more spare time sleeping in his room.  

Not long ago, he suddenly confined himself to the prayer room and practiced self-discipline for several days. After coming out of the prayer room, he trained like crazy, but now he was confined to his room to sleep.  However, that did not mean that he neglected his duties.  He was the first to take the lead in subjugating the monsters, regardless of the fast return of the subjugation cycle because of the monsters that had been appearing more and more frequently.

Rather, he frantically swung his sword like a person with some kind of grudge, and when subjugating the demonic monsters, no one came close to him.  

He attended the worship service all the time, but his prayerful expression was so terrifying that there was an eerie atmosphere in the temple.  Because of that, the priests, who had been previously been clamoring to lead the worship, were now in a hurry to postpone the order of the worship to each other’s order whenever he was in attendance. 

At his quiet and bizarre change, the quiet chatter in the temple grew.  

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As the priests kept procrastinating, the days when the high priest Miella presided over the services became more frequent.  

When she visited the papal chamber, she laid out her complaints to the Pope.  There was a look of amusement on the Pope's benevolent face.  

“This happens from time to time, but it's a little surprising that Sir Klein is doing this.”

“Does the Holy Father have any ideas to help?”  

“I don’t know why, but the priests before they leave priesthood and return to secular life always behave like this.”  

Return to secular life?  As a holy knight who was more faithful than anyone else, she never expected him to think about returning to secular life.  Miella's eyes widened.  Because of his religious devotion, he threw away the duke's position and entered the temple, but returning to secularity?  

“Sir Klein, returning to secular life? It's something I've never imagined. Wasn't he someone that you were sure was truly blessed by the Goddess?"  

“I cannot comprehend the deep meaning of the Goddess.  It's not clear yet, so let's wait.  It doesn't seem like Sir Klein is ignoring his responsibilities."  

“I see, Holy Father.  For the time being, it would be better for me to organize the worship service.”  

After Miella left, the Pope's gaze stayed on the statue for a long time.  He clasped his wrinkled hands and offered a soft prayer.  

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Noel, who was trying to sleep again today, got out of bed frowning at the sound of banging on the door. Opening the door, he looked down at the vice-commander Raphael with a ferocious look. 

“What’s going on?”

“A Demonic Monster has appeared in the West where Count Stevan is.  It looks like we have to leave right away.”  

“In the West?”  

Noel's expression hardened.  In the West, there were almost no monsters, but in the past few months, their appearance had increased significantly.  As he strode down the hallway, Raphael followed Noel's back and started to idly worry.  

“In the West, there have been very few demonic monsters in the past 60 years.  It's not like the gates of the demonic realm has opened again, but how can they appear so frequently? Something strange seems to be going on.” 

“We’ll find out when we go.  Whether someone playing a prank, or if the gates to the demonic realm is really open?”  

“I will hurry to prepare for the departure.  It looks like it will be difficult to set foot in the capital for a while.”  

With the help of the imperial family, the Holy Knights, who reached the Count of Stevan by riding the transfer gate, frowned at the horrific sight overlooking the castle.  

Cultivated land and private houses were devastated by monsters.  Fortunately, the residents were evacuated to the fortress, and there seemed to be no major casualties.  

Count Stevan, who was stamping his feet while clutching his tangled wheat hair, welcomed them with open arms.  

“I see the servant of Valerie.  You came faster than expected!  I couldn't stand it any longer.”  

“Say your greetings  later.  If we delay any longer, the gates will be pierced opened.”  

“Yes.  Get ready to open the gates!”  

As the holy knights with their swords gripped their sword tightly, a faint light shone on their blades.  This was the reason why the Holy Knights were the ones to deal with monsters.  

When a knight with holy power devoted himself to training and reached a certain level, he could transfer holy power to their sword. A product of black magic, monsters were vulnerable to Holy Power, so the holy knights were very effective in subjugating monsters with Holy Power.

As a holy knight and at the same time as a sword master, Noel fought with his Aura and Holy Power together in an unusual way.  For hundreds of years, it was known that sword master aura and holy powers were in conflict with each other, but Noel used both powers freely as if he were against the truth. This is why he was said to be loved by the Goddess.  

The gates opened, and the determined will was seen in the eyes of the holy knights who encountered the hordes of monsters flocking to the private houses.  Noel cleared the road by cutting down high-level monsters.  The corpses of monsters quickly piled from in his merciless sword.  

'What is this?' 

He frowned at a strange sense of incongruity.  The advanced monster, Traken, had hard skin and poisonous thorns, so it was one of the most difficult monsters to deal with, but it was not usually a problem for him.  But right now, he felt that his arm holding the sword was using more strength than usual. 

The venom-spewing thorn of the traken was also a much larger than any traken he had ever seen.  Effortlessly avoiding the flowing venom, he thought that he had to quickly find out the cause of this mysterious change.  

The demonic monsters continued to appear in private houses and underground.  The knights of the Count who were waiting in the castle pierced the climbing monsters with their spears, and the Valerie Holy Knights slashed the monsters and marched forward without hesitation.  However, the holy knights had no choice but to be taken aback at the endless swarm of monsters that kept coming no matter how much many they cut through.  

They were able to breathe only late at night when the monsters were quiet.  Raphael approached Noel, who was roughly wiping his sword of the blood and body fluids from the monsters.  

“If the number of monsters that have descended on a private residence is of this size, there may be more hidden ones.  Perhaps it would be better to ask the imperial family for assistance.”  

“That sounds right.  Raphael.  Please inform the Holy Father of this fact as soon as possible.”  

The monsters that came down to the private residence seemed to have been roughly sorted out, so he decided to stay here for a while to find out where the monsters came from.

Noel led his weary steps back to the castle and slept in the room the Count had given him.  

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As soon as Liliana opened her eyes, she saw Noel’s face and she immediately closed her eyes. 

It seemed that she finally had gone crazy. Seeing such a vivid vision...….  She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, hoping that when she opened her eyes again, the illusion would be gone.  

“Lily.”  

“…….”  

Now she seemed to be able to hear his voice.  What should she do?  Her family didn’t have a doctor, should she go to a doctor?  

“I know that you are awake.  Open your eyes.”  

Her eyes widened at the voice that was too vivid to be called a vision.  When she looked at his face hurriedly and looked around, she realized she was in a dream.  Again?  

“Noel?”  

Come to think of it, this time, their positions were reversed.  She was lying on the bed, and Noel was sitting by the bedside, stroking her head.  As his face, which she had been thinking about all along, smiled at her, Liliana looked at him with a blank expression and came to her senses with a strange feeling in her heart. 

When she realized that her heart was tickling at his touch, Liliana was amazed.  Was she having a quasi-love affair in her dreams?  

Liliana even felt guilty to the real-life Noel Klein.  Her eyes trembled slightly as she realized that if he knew that this was going on in her own head, Noel might immediately draw out his sword and recite a prayer and execute her.  

Watching her expression change colorfully, Noel took his lips to the back of her hand.  He gave a peck with warm and moist lips that brushed the back of her smooth hand. When he took her hand and place it on his forehead, having it touch the place where his lips touched, it looked sacred, as if straight out of a myth.  

“I wanted to see you.  Lily.”

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