The Holy Knight of DxD

Chapter 33: Knight of Roud Table (Part 3)

In an age where faith and superstition dominated people's daily lives, there was one thing Mordred feared most from the situation in which she and Y/N were. She feared that everyone discovered that Y/N was the God they worshipped.

While the people could see this as the second coming of the messiah, the nobles could see it as a way to increase their power. The more ambitious ones, once they knew the reward King Arthur had promised them, would not waste much time before taking action.

Those Mordred feared most were those who would side with her alternative self. In her memories, they were just people who didn't even know what loyalty was, and honour was just a good word that was spilt from their mouths.

Mordred pulled the reins of her horse and flanked Y/N. "I'll be paranoid but I fear this mission is a trap. I don't know why, but we should keep an eye on that Merlin after this."

Y/N had no choice but to nod. He had already considered the idea of having to investigate a little more thoroughly the situation regarding Merlin, but many nobles would not speak or would only speak eloquently.

"Once this is over, I'd like to meet her," Y/N said cryptically because Lancelot was staring at him suspiciously.

Behind a pretty face, people could hide any kind of face. Y/N was proof of this because, behind his calm and collected nature, he hid anger and hatred towards the King of Heroes that he had vented in the last battle of the Sixth Holy Grail War.

"We had to refuse the job," Mordred added.

"We can't do that since you accepted the reward without even thinking about it," Y/N said, looking at Mordred with a poker face. "It's one thing to refuse to join the Knights of the Round Table, but to refuse a job like this would have seemed suspicious." He briefly shifted his attention from Mordred to the horizon where he could see a camp. "Lancelot, let's stop!"

"What are you saying? It won't be long now!"

"Sure, but we'll get there dead..." Y/N quickly went over men and horses and could see the fatigue on their faces. "... in every sense."

Hawkeye was a typical Archer-class skill. By concentrating magical energy in his eyes, he could see beyond the human eye.

"There is a Saxon camp in that direction," he revealed. "If we go, in this state, many will die in vain."

Lancelot snapped his tongue. They were still far from the camp, but geography would not allow them to launch a surprise attack.

"There's another road," Mordred said looking elsewhere. "There's an old Roman bridge a few miles south. We can cross it."

"It is not possible," Lancelot replied immediately. "It collapsed some time ago because of a flood."

"We'll fix it," Mordred said observing Y/N. "Or better, you'll fix it."

"Do you take me for Bob the Builder?!" Y/N sighed exasperatedly.

It took about an hour before they arrived at the old Roman bridge which, just as Lancelot had said, was destroyed because of the usury and poor maintenance that had allowed a bridge like that to remain standing during the Roman domination.

Y/N took off his horse and entrusted the reins to Mordred before approaching the bridge.

"Why is he drawing his sword?" Lancelot asked puzzled and suspicious.

"Just watch," Mordred shut him up.

Slowly, Y/N placed his palm on the edge of the blade, cutting his hand and letting his blood fall on the bridge.

"Minuten von Schweißen," he sang.

It was only moments before the bridge returned as new, leaving Lancelot and his knights incredulous.