191 – If I can’t do it, you can’t do it.
Having heard all of Revil’s story, Hans tilted his head. There’s no way it could have happened with just a curse alone. Is there something else that only the Queen knows about?
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Hans noticed something strange. No matter how deep human malice he is. There was no way he could suddenly become such a monster. I have no choice but to ask the Queen directly about that.
Having heard all the stories from Banjo’s leader, Levil, Hans was deep in thought. What should he do from now on? Again, the best move is to invade first. There are many reasons for this.
Hardliners are different from the moderates who were in power in the past. It showed the appearance of rejecting not only demons, but even other races. At least it was a little better where the leader was the same.
In the case of the Dwarven Principality, where the leaders have completely changed, it was on the very end. It was Hans who missed Ambassador Bilal, but what could he do? Everything has already changed so much.
It was a perfect condition for defeat to sit back and hold on to the past. To win the war, you must do all you can. Like cooperation with the rebels.
“Perhaps he didn’t tell you this unconditionally.”
“That’s right.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Safety of Banjos.”
“…….”
“For example, after the war, Tosa Gufeng. I hope that such things will be stopped.”
Leville’s point was correct. Right now, the Tribal Alliance was also thinking about abandoning the anti-Clan members. But I couldn’t do it outright. It was because of the power of Banjo.
Banjos are those who have been given power directly by Revil to monsters who have lost their reason and made them into a state similar to demons. Of course, it’s less powerful than the demons. The number outnumbered the demons.
But let’s assume that if they betray the tribal union and join the demons again. What then? You’ll take much more damage than just dealing with demons.
That’s why I can’t do this or that right now. Because I can’t trust the counterzos. Cluna, who heard the story with Hans, grasped the fact at once. All that remains is his choice.
‘It’s important what you view Banjo as.’
Hans swore to the dwarves who had already become vengeful spirits. He said he would kill all demons. If so, it depends on what you view Banjo as. What if you see Banjo as a demon?
Then Hans had no choice but to be hostile to the Banjos. But if Banjo is not a demon. Maybe he can ally himself with the Banjos. That was Cluna’s idea.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Hmm?”
“You guys have been serving as her minions anyway.”
“…….”
Hans brought out the most painful part. Yes, even if he had no reason. It was true that he had been manipulated and had killed countless people so far. But now come and accept me?
It wasn’t that easy. Because the malice and hatred accumulated over thousands of years cannot easily disappear. Reville knew that too. For a moment, they exchanged glances.
“Looks like the answer has already been decided.”
Revil sighed and stepped on the ground with both legs. His gaze was already fixed on Hans. He read momentum from Hans. It was very quiet and quiet.
But it wasn’t just serenity. If you have to ask, it’s the eye of the typhoon. On the outside, there was a typhoon shaking with the momentum to swallow everything. Thanks to that, I read the intention rather easily.
A duel where you risk your life. Only in life and death can we read each other’s true intentions. Then when I die, I can’t do it. At least that’s how Reville figured it out. So what about Hans?
‘I was just looking at it, why the f*ck again?’
It was very unfortunate for Hans. In fact, Hans was also struggling with this issue. He had a lot of ambiguity to cut Banjo right away. Let’s take it again like this.
That’s because there was a problem as it was. I was looking at Rebil because of such a mess, and suddenly, wasn’t that guy betting Inish first? If it was like the old days, I would have been very embarrassed.
Now’s Hans is different from the past. Of course he was a little taken aback. It was Hans who did not avoid the fight he had once fought. Hans got up from his seat as well. And he walked forward.
“Let’s settle it neatly by single match.”
“That’s right.”
Hans and Reville face each other at a reasonable distance.
It didn’t take long for the two to collide.
* * *
Doesn’t use anything and drives it straight with his fists. That was Revil’s creed. And true to that creed, the fist as strong as steel swung at Hans like a tempest.
But Hans wasn’t easy either. He used his new sword to deflect all of Revil’s fists. Revil felt a tingling sensation in his fist. Is this me pushed out of power?
‘At least on the same level as a dragon. A monster bastard.’
Well, he’s the captain who leads the Royal Knights. If I didn’t do this, I would have been rather disappointed. Raising the momentum that had been slightly pushed back, Reville continued to drive without stopping.
Getting very close and swinging his fist, Hans started to lose his space bit by bit. He eventually lost even his space to wield his sword. Hans thought as he stuck out his tongue.
Is that really the head of Banjo? It was one of the most powerful opponents I’ve ever faced. No, maybe The Zaihara I dealt with before is on the same level as the demons. He’s showing more power than that.
‘But I don’t feel like I’m doing my best.’
It’s a level that’s raging like a storm. Hans didn’t feel like he was doing his best. Rather, it seemed that he was fighting with the feeling that he was appropriately matched to the rhythm.
What is the problem? Hans pondered for a moment, but an unbelievable thought flashed through his mind like lightning. If that’s true, it’s understandable that he tunes things in moderation.
‘Why do you want to do that?’
But Hans couldn’t understand. Why is he trying to do that while hiding his power? Is there something he wants to protect by going so far? In any case, the decision was soon made.
I wonder if I can do my best. Of course, he couldn’t last long with his powers hidden. In the end, Hans’s sword stopped in front of his neck. This clown game is over.
However, even though he lost the fight, Revil only smiled faintly. Of course, it felt like no one fought with all their might. Everyone just kept silent.
“Why is that? Didn’t you win the fight?”
“Now I understand.”
“Hmm?”
“The reason you lost on purpose.”
Even though he was stabbed to the point by Hans, Revil’s expression did not change and remained calm. Rather, he just tilted his head and expressed his doubts. Hans stuck out his tongue. He almost blinked in an instant.
“Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Isn’t it for the banjos?”
“…….”
“In exchange for your life, you’ve agreed to save them.”
Levil let out a dejected laugh. It was because she didn’t know that she would be able to see through everything like this. Although she is said to be the leader of the Royal Knights, it has been a long time since a human with such sharpness has been seen.
“I have no intention of being forgiven. I can’t be forgiven.”
“…….”
“So far, we have been covered with a lot of blood. Blood can only be paid with blood.”
This is undeniable. They never came here to realize their mistakes and repent. I came here to survive forever. It is true that he took advantage of the situation.
But can everyone accept that this is the case? If you tell everyone that you were forced to hold hands beyond the simple grudge relationship you had until now. Will everyone agree?
People who have lost their families and lives to demons and monsters? It can’t be. On the contrary, they will vent their anger. The only thing that can give them a justification is the neck.
“I am the leader of Banjo. Cut Revil’s head and show it to everyone. Then I will be able to suppress my anger for a very short time.”
It’s not just a justification. We can appeal to people that we have taken the initiative because we killed the chieftain. It could be said to be the best choice in persuading people.
“Do you think that will solve everything?”
“If you’ve done this far, the rest is up to the rest of us.”
“You’re irresponsible.”
“You are responsible. Who would risk their lives?”
“What the hell do you believe in? I might not keep my promise.”
“I believe in you.”
It was Levelil, who had blood on his hands all his life. At least what he just said wasn’t a lie. The moment he heard about the Royal Knights and directly encountered them. I was sure. This guy is undoubtedly a hero.
“There’s no way you, as heavy as a mountain, will break your promise.”
“What if that’s not the case?”
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“Then I can’t help it. It’s my fault for getting it wrong.”
“…….”
“This should be enough for a conversation.”
Now, cut my throat. There was no shaking in Revil’s eyes as he leaned forward as he said that.