The Gap Between You and Me - Chapter 136

The Velician army was quickly surrounded by Kustan soldiers. They were distracted as the attacks were literally pouring in from all sides.

“Your Highness, if we continue like this, our rear will be blocked!”

A knight wielding a sword beside Bernard shouted urgently. Bernard, who had cut the Kustan soldier who charged at him, hurriedly looked back. As the knight said, he could see the Kustan army moving behind the Velician army that was led by him.

‘Shit.’

Bernard spat out a low curse.

He never thought he’d be able to win in the first place. However, if the rear was blocked, let alone victory, the only opportunity to retreat later was lost. The future of the army surrounded by the enemy in a circle was no different from annihilation.

“Don’t let the rear get blocked! You have to stop it no matter what!”

Bernard shouted.

“Sir Billyhem! Can you take over the front?”

Bernard asked the knight who informed him of the situation in the rear. The situation in the front wasn’t very good, but somehow they had to prevent the rear from being blocked. Understanding his meaning, the knight nodded his head.

“Of course, Your Highness!”

As soon as he heard the knight’s answer, Bernard turned his horse’s head. Then he ran quickly through the crowd of soldiers stuck together.

Half was alive, half was dead. The earth, which had been tinged with yellow, was dyed a dark red color. The results of the devastating war unfolded around him. A stench he could not normally tolerate stung his nose, but he was out of his mind that he didn’t even notice it.

He ran and ran. The horse carrying Bernard had just reached the rear.

“…… ?”

Suddenly, chills went down his spine. It felt as if the temperature, which had become sweltering due to the heat emitted by thousands of soldiers, had visibly dropped in an instant. It was as if someone had put a sharp knife to the nape of his neck.

An intense distinct murderous energy!

Bernard pulled the reins, almost unconsciously shifting his weight back. Then he turned his horse’s head to the right and looked around him.

“!”

Not far from Bernard. There was a knight riding on a huge black horse. He was armed with black armor all over his body like the dark horse he was riding.

The sight itself was strange. In the distorted chaos, everyone, friend and foe alike, was fighting for their lives.

In a battlefield where dust rose white, rough breathing, screaming, and wild metal noises were rampant, that black knight stood tall, motionless like a rock.

Everything in the world seemed to pass him by. Only the space around him seemed to exist in another dimension.

There was a calm and strange atmosphere around him, like he was the only one unaffected by the passage of time.

“…… Are you the commander of the Kustan Army?”

He knew it instinctively without anyone informing him.

A cursed evil spirit said to have been summoned by Kustan.

A black knight from Kustan who accomplished what was considered impossible in a short period of time.

And for Bernard, an opponent he must defeat no matter what.

Bernard tightened his grip on the handle of his sword.

“My name is Bernard Cenchilla Shane Pascourt. I am the son of the King of Velicia, Roman Egilei Cenchilla Pascourt, and the commander of the Velician forces here.”

Bernard didn’t budge and revealed his identity to the enemy who was still watching him.

“Black knight from the west. What is your name?”

“…….”

“Say your name.”

“…….”

“…… The commander of Kustan doesn’t even know how to be a basic knight.”

Bernard growled at the continued silence.

In any country on the continent, when two knights clashed their swords, it was a basic principle to speak their name. It was because it was a kind of ritual, expressing that they would acknowledge and respect the opponent they would soon cut or who might cut them. Therefore, ignoring the principle without following it was tantamount to openly insulting the other party.

“Black knight. I will give you a final warning.”

Bernard raised his voice.

“Leave the soldiers you brought with you. If you do, I will allow you to return to your country without harm in my name.”

“Without harm.”

The Black Knight who was sitting on his horse like a statue opened his mouth.

“It looks like you haven’t grasped the situation properly. Who is warning whom now?”

Perhaps Bernard’s words were quite funny, the Black Knight’s calm voice was imbued with a twisted laugh. He slowly rode his horse towards Bernard. Clip, clop. There was the sound of the horses’ hooves rolling on the dry floor, which was unusual.

“Bernard Cenchilla Shane Pascourt.”

The Black Knight, who had stopped right in front of Bernard, slowly repeated his name.

“Who am I…… Did you say you were curious about my identity?”

The Black Knight asked quietly as if talking to himself. It was a boring voice with almost no pitch. What was it? There was a suffocatingly menacing, eerie atmosphere about him.

“My name is Edwin Benedict Debuer Redford.”

The Black Knight revealed his name to Bernard.

“For the one who was my only lord and breath of life.”

He wiped away the dark red blood stains on his longsword. The moment his sword exposed its sharp silver teeth, an uncontrollably strong murderous force erupted once more from his body.

“I will kill you right here today.”

Inside the helmet, his eyes glowed eerily.

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