When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

“Get out of here, you country bumpkin knight!”

The three lancer squads at the vanguard surrounded him.

From within the gleaming silver full plate armor, dark cyan lances were raised, the three Edict Knights shooting towards Danzi like arrows.

Danzi similarly spurred his horse, the gale filling his mouth, amplifying his murmured voice.

“No Justice!”

Gleaming faintly, the refined iron spear tip suddenly accelerated, grazing Danzi's cheek, his eyes not even blinking.

The first lance struck the Edict Knight’s neck, the hard iron armor instantly caving in.

The heavy refined iron, along with the flesh, flew directly off the horse, crashing heavily to the ground.

“No Fairness!”

The second knight charged, brandishing a longsword, the tip deftly sliding towards Black William’s neck.

Just as it was about to touch, an iron hand directly seized the blade of the longsword.

He looked up, seeing a blurred and infinitely furious face.

The broken lance shaft smashed horizontally across his face, even denting the visor.

Yellow, white, red, and black flowed directly from the seams of the beak-like helmet.

“No Protection!”

Grabbing a new lance, he deflected the incoming arrow.

Black William pawed at the ground, leaping, Danzi's lance sliding into the third Edict Knight's heart like flowing water.

As if there was a track in the air, his lance was meant to be there.

Raising the lance high, a body was still impaled atop it.

In the end, the Waterwheel Knight's fierce roar was heavier and louder than the sound of hooves.

“What kind of knights do you think you are?!”

The fourth and fifth lancer squads surrounded him once again.

The lance in his hand seemed to be flying; when the horse jumped, when the body twisted, every movement of Danzi's was just right.

Gleaming silver light pierced through human bodies, drawing paths of blood, the knights falling from their horses one by one in chaotic crashes.

“Damn it, it's a Champion Edict Knight, switch to pincer formation!”

“Where did this madman come from!”

“Second Edict Company, send four more lancer squads!”

Prince Kongdai removed his helmet.

The golden-red sunlight scattered on his exploding black hair, this dark-skinned man who looked like a middle-aged farmer was like a mighty lion.

The lion looked remotely at the ragged knight charging left and right.

He was wearing a simple black robe and snake-patterned vest, without even a beak helmet, only the cheapest bucket helmet.

But under his lance, not a single person could break through that small pass.

“Your Highness, I suggest we leave some people here to entangle him, and the rest of us go around from both sides to pursue them.”

Prince Kongdai did not look at the black-clothed monk.

His silent pupils gazed at the knight who overestimated his ability: “When have I ever gone around? Just because of one knight?”

The mountains formed a black giant wall before the sunlight, green, black, red, Danzi couldn't see what color it was.

But he could still hear the increasingly distant singing behind him.

Danzi gasped for breath, his breath streaked with blood.

At the Waterwheel Knight's horse's hooves, lay eighteen Transcendent Knights, and three broken lances.

If this was a knightly tournament, Danzi would undoubtedly be the champion.

But here, only his enemies, the hills, the wind, and the sun could witness it.

Danzi pointed the fourth broken lance forward, the hills on both sides sinking into shadow, as if they were part of the Holy Grail Knights.

Two hills, one person, one horse, two thousand six hundred and eighty-two raised lances.

The surging black tide actually stopped before this small reef.

“Come on!” The Waterwheel Knight roared again, sending ripples through the black tide.

“You bandits! You can wield butcher knives against the weak, but you can only cower in fear before the strong?!”

“Old Knight.”

Ten years of partnership, without Prince Kongdai saying much, the Dragonblood Horse could understand his intentions.

Carrying the giant on its back, the Dragonblood Horse lightly leaped and galloped towards Danzi.

Danzi also noticed this huge knight, he raised the lance in his hand.

“Old Knight, do you think those lowly peasants will appreciate you?”

Appearing within earshot of Danzi, Prince Kongdai’s voice was cold and hard: “Do they even understand what justice is?”

“Do you even understand what justice is?”

Danzi’s helmet had been knocked off, his hair disheveled, falling from his cheeks.

“Justice is the honor of knights and nobles, how could these commoners understand it?”

“Why wouldn’t they understand?”

“Because they are born lowly.”

“Wrong.”

Barely dodging the incoming lance, Danzi reached out in the opposite direction and grabbed the attacker's neck.

“Wrong!”

He pulled that person off the horse, raised his head, Danzi was still roaring:

“It’s because of you, you, that all the good people are forced to die, only the despicable can survive!

You, you step on their innocent backs, press their heads into the dirt, and still smugly say: Ah, how noble I am!

Why, you can easily let these poor people die, wanting only to put on a silk robe!”

“Without us, they would only let everything fall into chaos.”

“No, without you, they would only live better!”

“How do you know they would live better without us?”

“I’ve seen it!” Many things flashed before Danzi’s eyes.

Cheerful and unpleasant singing, rice paste served on leaves, children running between low grass sheds, eggs secretly stuffed into his helmet, moonlight jumping in the bonfire.

Their faces were all smiling, they could excitedly talk about tomorrow, they could hold their heads high.

“I’ve seen it.” Danzi threw the last broken lance on the ground, and drew the longsword without a scabbard.

In this early October season, cicadas were actually buzzing, flapping their translucent wings.

Black William opened his mouth wide, panting heavily.

“I’ve seen it…” Danzi laughed.

He remembered the 400 Edict Companies of the Papal State, remembered the two legions of less than 200 people, remembered the unlucky demon hunter who held multiple positions, remembered Hohen performing his spiritism with great seriousness.

This was the happiest autumn he had had in forty years.

“Holy Grail Knights of the Papal State, Grand Commander, Danzi Alfonso Hurd.”

Raising the longsword, Danzi remotely pointed to the head of the tall knight, that was the signal for knights to request a one-on-one duel.

“Royal Guard of the Laya Kingdom, Captain of the Royal Bodyguards, Charles An Goldfinch.”

Prince Kongdai handed the lance to the person next to him, and picked up a longsword himself, “Is that fake Pope worth your loyalty?”

“I am not loyal to anyone, I am not like you.”

“What about the Emperor? What about the Pope?”

Danzi half-closed his left eye, blood flowing down from his scalp, staining his eyes red.

Black William neighed, and began its last charge.

The distant mountains stretched the sunset light long, shining obliquely on Danzi’s sword, gleaming brightly.

“I am the hound of justice, the only thing I can be loyal to is justice!”

The setting sun was like blood, the horse's hooves were like weeping.

When the hills finally covered the setting sun, the knights stood at the broken rope bridge and cursed.

On the other side of the cliff, the dark crowd was still singing, happily and lightly moving forward.

The ballad echoed in the valley, crisp and melodious.

In that ballad, there was a person carrying a rabbit, waiting for Danzi with confusion.

“Your Highness.” The company commander of the Fifth Edict Company rode his horse to the prince's front, his face showing embarrassment, “I am afraid we can't catch up with them, we can only send infantry to climb the mountain from the other side to pursue them.”

Prince Kongdai nodded, he lightly squeezed his horse's belly, the Dragonblood Horse trotted all the way to Danzi's side.

Danzi was lying face up on the ground, his right arm was empty, his left calf was bent outwards, a gash ran from the corner of his eye to his temple.

Black William fell not far from him, pink blood foam flowing from the corners of its mouth.

The Dragonblood Horse lowered its head to its waist and abdomen, gnawing on its flesh.

“They all escaped, you are my only gain.”

Dismounting, squatting down, Kongdai looked at this knight who puzzled him.

In his opinion, with this knight’s age and potential, he could even reach the edge of a titled knight.

Titled knights are stronger than Edict Knights, stronger in this intangible thing.

Martial arts, weapons, breathing techniques, can all be built up with time and money, but some things, if you don't get them, you just don't get them, no matter how you practice.

“...They all escaped?”

“Yes, you alone blocked all of us, but what's the use? They can’t escape.”

“Useful, useful.” Danzi opened his mouth and smiled, he used his tongue to push the blood from the corner of his mouth, “You will see it.”

Putting his finger to his nose, Kongdai shook his head: “Do you have any last words?”

Looking at the half-white sky, Danzi's eyes gradually faded.

He once loved this kind of sky the most, both white and black, half night, half day.

When he was young, he would always look at the sky like this, and his father would sit in a wheelchair and tell him stories of knights.

That man, he was disabled all his life, wrote knight novels all his life, but never rode a horse once until he died.

He once said that the greatest happiness of a knight is to die on the road of charge.

“Look…”

“What?” Kongdai leaned closer to his ear.

“Look, Jeanne…”

Danzi showed his white teeth soaked in blood, and used his left hand to hardly point to his chest:

“Look, the chivalrous knight, is here.”

“Hahahaha...haha...ha—”

After the laughter stopped abruptly, out of respect for this knight, Kongdai helped him close his eyes.