I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game Chapter 337

Lucas opened his eyes.

He was greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar, low, and dirty ceiling.

"...!"

As he jolted upright, a sharp pain surged through him. Upon inspection, he noticed hasty bandages wrapped around his upper body.

"Where am I...?"

Lucas mumbled, bewildered.

"Ah, youre awake!"

The voice of a young child filled the room.

Turning, Lucas saw a scrawny boy carrying a water jug and a towel, walking into the room.

"Are you okay, Sir Knight? You lost a lot of blood."

"You are..."

Lucas soon recognized the boys identity.

It was the sa boy who had locked eyes with him earlier while fighting Mason.

Just before landing the finishing blow on Mason, Lucas had noticed the boy watching him through a basent window. Realizing that his sword strike would also devastate the boy and the house he was in, Lucas had changed the direction of his attack at the last mont.

Because of this, he had failed to finish off Mason and had instead been struck down himself.

However, his actions had spared this ho and its inhabitants.

"I only managed so basic first aid. But youre really tough, Sir Knight! I thought you were dead!"

The boy smiled innocently.

Suppressing a grimace, Lucas pressed his hand against his blood-soaked bandages.

Masons greatsword had aid precisely for Lucas heart and had ripped through it. Mason, believing Lucas was dead, had then left.

However, Lucas had the passive skill [Man of Steel].

A near-miraculous ability that blocked fatal damage once per stage.

That had saved his life.

But that was it.

His sword was shattered, his armor was torn, and while he had avoided death, the residual damage was still there. He felt a dreadful fatigue and pain throughout his body.

But I have to go.

Ash is in danger. I must act before its too late...!

"Where is... my lord..."

As Lucas struggled to rise, muttering to himself, the boy hurriedly spoke.

"I saw it."

"Huh?"

"I saw where the scruffy guy you fought went."

Lucas eyes widened, and the boy explained.

"He headed towards the Northern Ruined Village. People in the neighborhood have been talking a lot recently about strange folks hanging around there."

"The Northern Ruined Village..."

Nodding, Lucas gently patted the boys head.

"Thank you, kid."

The boy looked up hesitantly at Lucas and stamred.

"Um, I know. You lost because of , right? If I hadnt distracted you, you wouldve won, wouldnt you?"

"..."

"Im sorry, because of ..."

With a rueful smile, Lucas shook his head.

"Its not your fault. I lost because I was weak."

Yes, he was weak.

Why couldnt he harden his resolve?

Why couldnt he properly judge what was more important?

He should have killed Mason. There were ample opportunities. He should have even used his beast transformation.

If not, even if it ant this boy would be swept away, he should have swung his sword and severed Masons life.

But he hadnt.

He couldnt bring himself to hate Mason enough. Nor was he audacious enough to risk an innocent boys life.

He hesitated, wavered, and failed.

In the end, due to his weak spirit, Ash was in danger.

Isnt that a disqualification even as a guardian...?

"Ive... beco weak."

As Lucas muttered to himself, the boy shook his head vigorously.

"No, Sir Knight, youre strong!"

"Huh?"

"You tried to protect , soone youve never even seen before, didnt you?"

The boy clenched his small fist.

"So, Sir Knight, youre... strong!"

"But I lost, how am I strong?"

"Its your heart thats strong!"

In the boys eyes, a light of admiration flickered.

"You fight to protect people, just like the knights in fairy tales!"

Lucas blinked blankly.

To protect people...

Kill monsters, protect people.

Ashs words, which he had heard like a hamr to his head, suddenly circled in his mind. Lucas slowly repeated them.

"Kill monsters, protect people..."

Why did these oft-repeated words suddenly feel so foreign?

He had just been following what Ash had ordered.

Had he ever genuinely understood and deeply executed that grand principle?

Even though he had been so close to Ash, had he just been mindlessly...moving according to his commands?

Because Im a Knight, is that enough?

If it wasnt enough.

Then what...

What do I actually want to do?

"Sir Knight?"

When the boy inquired uncertainly, Lucas finally snapped back to reality.

Quickly donning his upper-body armor that lay in the corner of the room, Lucas spoke to the boy.

"Go to the Silver Winter rchant Guild branch imdiately and request reinforcents. The prince has been kidnapped, and the culprits are believed to be in the northern ruins."

The troops from Crossroad were currently deployed to a forward base.

Even if they asked for reinforcents, it would be too late given the urgency of the defensive situation.

However, the Silver Winter rchant Guild had troops prepared within Crossroad. This was the quickest way to request reinforcents.

The boy nodded his head and urgently asked,

"And what about you, sir?"

"I have no ti to waste; Im heading to the ruins right now."

"But..."

The boy glanced at Lucass shattered sword.

"You dont have a weapon, do you?"

Lucas also looked at [Karma Eater] lying shattered on the floor. What used to be a beautiful sword was now just jagged pieces.

He had no other weapons at hand, and stopping by the forge would be a gross waste of ti.

Lucas clenched his fist tightly.

"...I have to go, regardless."

"Um..."

Then, hesitating for a mont, the boy rushed out of the room and brought sothing back.

"Could you use this?"

What the boy offered was a wooden sword.

Examining it, Lucas found that while it was short and crudely made, it had decent tensile strength. It could withstand most iron swords.

"Um, I also dream of becoming a knight..."

The boy scratched the back of his head, looking awkward.

"Its the sword I usually practice with. Please borrow it!"

"...Thank you. I will make good use of it."

Although it couldnt compare to the fad swords he had used before, it was better than nothing.

Expressing his gratitude to the boy, Lucas finally donned his round helt and left the basent room.

A harsher snowstorm was raging outside. As Lucas trudged through the snow, the boy shouted toward him.

"Sir Knight!"

"...?"

"Please save our lord!"

Turning back, Lucas saw the boy smiling at him.

"Because youre as amazing as they co!"

Letting out a faint laugh, Lucas began moving northward again.

"...I will."

Even if it costs my life.

Muttering to himself, he gathered his magic power and kicked off the ground, starting to run as if flying.

Whoosh!

Watching his figure recede into the distance, the boy turned and began to run toward the center of Crossroadtoward the Silver Winter rchant Guild branch.

***

Mason, who had injected with succubi hypnotic serum in my neck, carefully removed the syringe.

My eyes opened hazily. My mouth slightly agape, drool dripping. Hehehe.

"Hypnotic serum test. Can you hear , Your Highness?"

"Ah... I can hear you very well..."

"Please state your na, age, and occupation."

"Ash... Ash Born Hater Everblack... 23 years old... The lord of Crossroad..."

I wondered if I would have said, A devoted... 3N-gen... ga strear... if I had really fallen for the succubis tricks. Just imagining it gave the creeps.

"Please stand up."

I slowly lifted myself from the chair.

"Turn left once. Turn right once."

I spun around.

"Jump in place. Three tis."

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Lastly, scream for three seconds towards the front!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Hmm, success it seems."

Mason nodded, appearing satisfied.

Externally, I grinned, but internally, I gritted my teeth. This damn kid! Does he think this is a Marine Corps camp?! Youre way out of line, you little shit!

Thank you, succubi legion! Thank you, Salo!

Thanks to your descendants making such crappy potions, I can deceive this punk! I am sincerely grateful!

Next ti we et, Ill give you a hug, Salo.

Though Ill follow that up with a headlock and an armbar!

Feeling grateful for Salo and the succubi legion, Mason sat back down in the chair and asked with a serious face.

"From this mont on, please answer my questions truthfully."

"Of course... I will... not tell... a single... lie..."

Just the thought of fooling him had salivating.

"Firstly, how does one enter the Lake Kingdom?"

"You must... purchase an entry ticket... 60,000 Adel for adults, 48,000 Adel for children..."

Damn, those tickets are surprisingly expensive.

"And where can one purchase these tickets?"

"The place where... the red roots of the earth... barter with each other..."

But you can get it cheap at the second-hand market.

"... Could you explain it more straightforwardly?"

"Discounts are available on site... you seem like you qualify..."

"Huh? What does that an?"

"You could get a pregnancy discount... judging by your belly, you could easily fool them..."

Masons eyes narrowed. Yikes. Ti to stop ssing with him.

"At the main gate of the Lake Kingdom, a secret knock will... open it imdiately..."

Masons eyes lit up at my words.

"A secret knock?"

"You perform a specific pattern of knocking... they hear it and open the door..."

I was just saying anything that ca to mind, and it was comical how seriously Mason was taking it.

Mason even pulled out a notepad and prepared to take notes.

"Whats the pattern?"

"Well, you see..."

What should I make the secret knock?

I hesitated for a mont and then knocked on the table next to .

Knock. Knock-knock. Knock.

Once, twice, once.

I didnt know why such a simple pattern popped into my mind, but I ended up doing it that way.

Mason slowly nodded.

"Hmm... I see. So, just knock, and it will open..."

Heh, idiot. Go ahead and knock on the gate by the lake. By the ti youre back, well be ready to counter-attack.

I was internally celebrating when...

"However, Ive heard theres a shortcut within this city."

Mason suddenly leaned in closer to my face and blurted this out.

"During the last festival, we gathered intel that guests appeared near the lords mansion."

"..."

"Theres a shortcut leading to the Lake Kingdom within this city, isnt there? Exactly where is it?"

Mason asked in a nacing tone, the corners of his mouth twisted cruelly.

I tried to maintain a foolish expression, but a bead of cold sweat trickled down my back.

This guy...

Hes no ordinary opponent.

"Whats the matter? Why are you hesitating?"

eting my trembling gaze, Masons eyes narrowed like a predator.

"Could it be that the hypnosis didnt work?"