I Became a Righteous Knight in a Game Chapter 128 : Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Reinhardt is the Knight of Light.

That was how it was in the original work. He always brandished a brightly shining sword to annihilate his enemies.

He also had a halo.

Of course, it was not an ability Reinhardt himself possessed, but a phenonon that occurred because the spirit of light had inhabited his weapon.

‘Why?’

But now.

Even though the spirit of light was not helping, Reinhardt was shining.

It ant that sothing about the situation was going strangely.

“…Sir Reinhardt? P-please rest for now! I’m sorry! I won’t disturb you!”

Seeing the shining Reinhardt, Miya Luxpenber hastily left the place.

The Inquisitor, Taibon or whatever his na was, was also dragged along with a dumbfounded expression.

“I’ll wait outside as well. If you need any help, just let know.”

Fermil, as he was leaving, also had a look of bewildernt in his eyes.

Though he was trying his best to maintain his composure.

‘What is this. Why am I glowing.’

Thus, Reinhardt got a chance to solve the mystery.

He was given ti to think at his leisure, monopolizing the largest barracks in the Paganoa Knights’ camp.

“Peep, peee. Peeep.”

Bitdori seed to like this Reinhardt.

It tapped his shoulder to get his attention, then nodded its head with a very satisfied expression.

It looked like it was encouraging him. Not an encouragent to cheer up, but an encouragent in the sense that he was doing very well.

“Is it because of Bitdori….”

“Peep?”

“I don’t think so.”

Reinhardt stood in front of a mirror placed in the corner of the barracks.

The halo on his back showed no signs of disappearing.

He even wondered if it was because of Bitdori and tried touching it, taking it off, and even ordering it to go for a spin and co back, finishing all sorts of checks, but.

The halo remained.

Reinhardt had beco a shining knight.

“…Truma?”

“Peep?”

“Did he say anything over there? Up there. In the sky. High up.”

“Peeep.”

Truma was not the cause of the halo either.

It couldn't be Agrio-s either. No matter how different the flow was from the original work, there was an unbridgeable gap between a demon and light.

In that case.

“I don’t know.”

It ant this was a problem for which he could not find an answer.

At least, not from his side.

ㄴ(Reinhardt): A halo has suddenly appeared on my back. I don’t think Truma or Bitdori is the cause. There wasn’t really any event that could be considered a trigger either. I’ll check later, so if you know anything, please leave it here.

Han Yura might know sothing.

And wasn’t it a situation where even President Min Hyung-joon had joined the fray?

Even a small clue was priceless to the current Reinhardt.

‘It’s not a big problem right now. It was going to be like this soday anyway. I am the Knight of Light, after all.’

Reinhardt is the Knight of Light.

That grand proposition was simply being maintained here as well.

It was just that the trigger for being called the Knight of Light had changed a little.

“You said you don’t know anything either, Bitdori? Like why this light appeared, or if you feel strange, or if you feel sothing.”

“Peeeep.”

Bitdori definitely didn't know. Since there was no reason for the creature to lie, Reinhardt decided to pass the problem on to others.

Because a genius developer like Han Yura would surely find sothing, whether by digging through the code or searching through the setting materials.

“Fermil.”

“…Did you call?”

Fermil still seed bewildered. Of course, his expression was feigning a composure that was almost brazen.

“Please tell Personnel Officer Miya. That I am also flustered.”

“…You didn't know about it either?”

“As always, I just did what I had to do where I was supposed to be.”

“I will report it as such. I don’t know what on earth is happening to you.”

“Whatever it is, it can't be anything negative. It’s light, after all.”

It might just be a visual effect without any special options.

For example, a reward for achieving a certain feat.

Considering that the foundation of this world was a ga, it wouldn't be strange.

‘Or maybe Truma stealthily slipped a gift into my sleeve.’

It could be Famia or Lubra.

The god of the earth and the god of the moon were also fundantally closer to light than darkness.

In any case, nothing changes.

Reinhardt is a righteous knight, and from now on, he has simply beco a knight with a halo on his back.

“More importantly, I wanted to have a little chat. You seem to have grown.”

Having put his worries aside, Reinhardt did what he had to do.

Since he had made the precious journey from the east to the far west, he needed to check how much the seeds he had sown had grown.

“I thought you would recognize it.”

Fermil unfolded his crumpled expression and chuckled.

It was because he knew well that there was no point in worrying when the opponent was Reinhardt.

“I have beco able to thrust seven tis in a single exchange. Your advice was accurate.

I’ve had an even stronger conviction lately, you see? Even my superior… I an, the person who was guiding said so.”

Grinning, Fermil smiled.

“That he had been teaching completely wrong.”

“Sir Pedro?”

“You rembered. It is Sir Pedro. But, I still have a long way to go. It occurred to that many things would have been different if I had t you a little earlier.”

“Can you show ?”

“Of course, anyti. It’s not a difficult task. But, if I do it here, you might lose your place to rest. There will be holes all over the place.”

Seven tis in one exchange.

Reinhardt knew what Fermil’s words ant better than anyone.

‘It was like that in the ga too.’

Fermil’s enemies would often fall after taking a critical hit in the blink of an eye.

It was a matter of course. There was no way to endure when the sharp tip of a spear stabbed your body dozens of tis.

Even his destructive power was exceptional.

The attack of a fully grown Fermil was enough to pierce even the hide of the strongest magical beast.

“But if we move to another place, I can show you anyti. Fortunately, there’s a perfect environnt for training nearby.”

“That will be an enjoyable experience. And Da Evangeline?”

“Are you asking how much she has grown?”

“Yes.”

“Honestly, I’m not confident I would win if we fought.”

Fermil admitted it frankly.

“It was after she ca back from eting you. Until then, I was confident I had an overwhelming advantage. But that cold, once she started to wield it, I figured it would completely bind my movents.”

“Was it that much?”

“This is no exaggeration. When I heard the news that Evangeline had been defeated, I was dumbfounded. Her skills were not sothing that could be blocked by a re warlock or magical beast.”

Fermil and Evangeline had grown.

And if one were to compare their appearance in the original work with their current appearance.

‘About 20 percent. Not bad.’

The estimate was made in an instant.

When facing the Archdemon, Fermil would land 35 to 40 spear strikes on the enemy at once.

It was accurate because it was written that way in the skill description.

And Evangeline?

According to what Fermil said, she would probably be at a similar level.

“Was the training here effective?”

“Without a doubt. We had to take risks, but you were right again this ti. We have achieved significant growth here. We will probably have to stay here for quite a long ti.”

“Da Evangeline must feel the sa way, right?”

“Of course. Because her will has not been broken. However, it seems the Personnel Officer wants to send Evangeline back.”

Reinhardt shook his head.

“She will not do that.”

“The Personnel Officer, you an?”

“Yes.”

There was no way Miya Luxpenber would make such a choice.

Because she was a person who knew how to efficiently distribute human resources for the sake of humanity.

No one knew better than her how much Evangeline and Fermil had grown here.

And she would also be clearly seeing how much they would grow in the future.

“I will tell her myself. Da Evangeline, and you, must carry out your mission here.”

“Is it sothing that must be done?”

“Yes. As knights.”

“Then I have no choice but to willingly follow your advice.”

At this rate of growth, it would take about a year to reach the level of the original work.

Perhaps even faster.

Reinhardt quickly tapped the calculator in his head and ca to a conclusion.

“You will be able to thrust up to forty tis.”

What followed was motivation.

It was to make the raw gemstone, blessed with talent, accelerate its own polishing.

“Da Evangeline will be able to freeze everything her sword touches.”

“The jokes you tell don’t sound like jokes at all.”

“Because they are not jokes.”

“…They’re not?”

After asking that, Fermil laughed hollowly like soone who had half given up.

“If I ask how you know, you will say that, won’t you?”

“I just know.”

“And you won’t know the reason.”

“You know exactly. Ah, and.”

Reinhardt had Fermil stand there while he squatted down next to the bed.

He acted as if he were taking sothing out from under the bed, while taking out the necessary items from his [Inventory].

“A gift.”

“…My goodness.”

It was a masterpiece born from the fingertips of the northern blacksmith, Ria.

The straight spear shaft was light and strong, made mainly from the fang of a magical beast, and the spearhead was made from its claw.

Of course, it was also mixed with tal according to the combination formula provided by Reinhardt.

Because even Ria could not produce proper equipnt with only the byproducts of magical beasts.

“This is, amazing.”

Fermil’s eyes widened as he examined the spear from all angles.

His touch was careful and delicate.

His attitude was like that of a jeweler who had been handed a precious gem.

“I will prepare a better gift soon. You can look forward to it.”

“…Are you serious?”

“It was the first work, so it was quite clumsy. That’s what she would say.”

“I see. It was Elmore.”

“Did Evangeline tell you?”

“I pressed her for it. Because I saw it. Evangeline’s sword is, frankly, sothing a knight cannot resist peeking at.”

Fermil could not hide the fervor in his eyes.

It was a natural attitude for a knight.

Because good swords and armor were one of the few things they were not criticized for coveting.

“In that case, the other knights must know as well.”

“It can’t be helped. There were more than a few who left the knight order, saying they were going to Elmore right away.”

“Did they have any luck?”

“Not at all.”

Fermil smiled bitterly.

The knights who had gone to Elmore returned with no gains whatsoever.

They only heard warnings like the orders were already backed up, or that if they kept coming, she would never make a sword for them.

‘They should have brought a gift.’

It was a misfortune that occurred because they did not know what kind of personality Ria had.

She moved solely according to her interest as a blacksmith, and recently, she had plenty of interesting things given to her by Reinhardt.

It was only natural to be treated coldly when visitors ca while she was busy hamring away at magical beast byproducts.

“Yes, I see.”

“Actually, I was also watching your reaction. I was thinking of bringing it up. But the situation was, well, a bit inconvenient.”

Fermil glanced at Reinhardt’s halo and smiled awkwardly.

Reinhardt had traversed the Empire and saved a comrade who was in danger.

And now he was even enveloped in an unknown light.

It was difficult for anyone to be greedy in such a situation.

Of course, to put it differently, it ant that even in the midst of all this, such a feeling had continued to exist in his heart.

“I will tell her to supply the Paganoa Knights on a priority basis. There will be a difference in the order.”

Fermil’s eyes widened as if in shock.

“Reinhardt. Don't tell you?”

“Those requests were placed by . It will probably be difficult for her to accept other clients for a while.”

The ownership of all the equipnt produced in Elmore belonged to Reinhardt.

So, to put it simply.

“Y-you can do as you please?”

For a knight of Paganoa to obtain the equipnt they wanted, they needed Reinhardt’s permission.