Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 66
A casually uttered remark inexplicably stunned all the bandits.
The words themselves, combined with the clear and direct confrontation with such indescribable beauty, enchanted them like a spell. They could only stare blankly as the beautiful young man, holding a deep blue great sword, walked toward them with graceful steps.
Seeing them standing there dazed, their hands gripping their weapons frozen in place, Bush and Rudger—the first to snap out of it—grew anxious.
Though they couldn’t understand why this nobleman, who was very likely the one hailed as the “Angel Duke,” had chosen to face them alone this time, while the knights who had fought them bloodily last time remained silently on horseback, trailing two steps behind… just observing their subordinates’ strange state made them feel the situation was turning bad.
“Fools, idiots! What are you standing around for? Hurry up and—” The word “kill” was on the tip of his tongue, but when Bush met the calm gaze of the handsome blond youth, it inexplicably twisted into “—capture him! Seize his sword!”
As long as they took away that strange-looking sword, even if he possessed astonishing strength, there would be nothing left to fear!
Fantasy images of dominating Laina and manipulating the young man at will filled Bush’s eyes with greed and lust.
Although Oliver couldn’t quite make out what the man on horseback—likely the bandit leader—was shouting, he remained calm and composed in the face of the malicious expressions closing in on him.
His state of mind was entirely different now compared to the first time he had swung his sword.
Back then, he hadn’t understood the true effects of the sword and the ring, couldn’t see the health bar that had always been hidden, and was acutely aware that he was about to harm—or even take—the lives of living people.
Before entering the fray, he had repeatedly steeled himself mentally. Even though witnessing Fosse and the other knights fighting fearlessly, even suffering injuries, had made his first swing of the sword decisive… the weight of it had still left him feeling heavy and oppressed afterward.
But not anymore.
Oliver was deeply aware that although his abilities had limits, they far surpassed those of others.
A sword and ring with adorable names, a clearly visible health bar, and a unique constitution that allowed him to instantly restore his health by consuming foods like cheese…
Despite being the most capable, he had always been selflessly protected by Fosse and the others, who gave everything without reservation even in the face of death.
It was truly remarkable.
Only a little over a month had passed since the day his soul merged with this body… and already he had people he genuinely wanted to protect and things he wished to safeguard.
The fields that represented his efforts these past days, the newly built houses and toilets, the gravel paths he laid with his own hands, the plaza specially prepared for the Summer Market… and the people who sincerely believed in the “Cat God” he had fabricated, even “cunningly” weaving his name into their hymns of praise.
The sunlight was so bright it was almost blinding. Squinting slightly, Oliver advanced toward the enemy as if smiling.
He had deceived all his people.
He made them believe, from the bottom of their hearts, that there truly existed an all-knowing, all-powerful “Cat God” in this world—one willing to shelter all its kind and hardworking believers.
“I cannot let them down.”
Oliver thought.
If there was no God in this world, then he would become the one who executes divine duties.
Under everyone’s gaze, the “warrior” who was as beautiful and holy as a moonlit statue slightly lowered his eyes.
A dazzling blue light flashed—
Without hesitation, he swung the first life-taking sword toward the swarming enemies.
Only after watching this symbolic first strike did Fosse, who had been gripping the reins so tightly that his fingers turned pale and trembled from excessive force, finally let out a long exhale.
No one knew that he, who was always fearless, had been trembling all over with fear just moments before.
“Protect His Highness’ flanks!”
He commanded in a low voice, urging his horse to Oliver’s right side and forcefully parrying a longsword thrust toward his young master!
Oliver dared to face over a hundred bandits alone because he had his reliance.
This sword produced by the game not only provided substantial attack attribute bonuses but also, when he swung the great sword imperviously, combined with the speed boost from the sword, could repel all weapons coming at him, forming a perfect defense.
In just one encounter, the bandit at the forefront, eyes still wide open, was already bleeding profusely and became a victim beneath the sword.
As hot blood splattered, Oliver slightly closed his eyes to avoid it, but his sword-wielding hand never paused for even a moment.
He and Fosse, along with the other knights, worked in perfect sync, all clearly targeting Bush, who had been giving orders earlier.
He swung his sword incessantly, his hunting attire quickly stained red amidst dismembered limbs and flying blood.
Yet the great sword that struck fear into the bandits’ hearts remained completely untainted by even a drop of blood.
Such a heavy blade seemed weightless in those seemingly slender and delicate hands.
As Oliver advanced toward Bush, who was shouting to urge his men forward, he continued swinging the great sword without blinking.
The azure blade was translucent and gleaming, its cold light dazzling. When swung rapidly, the dense afterimages connected like a cascading blue waterfall.
Though filled with immense fear, the bandits had no choice but to press on with their attacks.
To their despair, the moment their weapons met that dreamlike beautiful blue waterfall, they only heard a crisp metallic clash before an irresistible force sent them flying backward!
Bandits at the front were either killed by the great sword or sent flying by its violent momentum, crashing heavily into those behind.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Before they could recover from their dizziness, they screamed in agony as others trampled them haphazardly, breaking their ribs.
Bush and Rudger stared dumbfounded at this scene that completely defied their expectations.
“Don’t get too close to him! Attack from a distance!”
With the agonizing cries of their dying men ringing in their ears, it took them a long dazed moment before they snapped out of it. With trembling hands, they took out their bows and arrows, shouting as they shot toward the rapidly approaching azure sword shadow!
Yet the feeble arrows were mercilessly batted away by the swiftly returning great sword the moment they neared the figure.
After two sharp cracks, their vision blurred as a cold, sharp pain sliced across their cheeks—they had been unlucky enough to have the deflected arrowheads cut their faces!
This completely shattered their morale.
“Go, go!”
Bush could no longer conceal his inner terror, screaming uncontrollably as he tremblingly turned his horse around, ready to abandon all his subordinates and flee.
He had a strong premonition—if they delayed any longer, they would all die here!
Seeing the bandit leader attempting to escape again on horseback, Oliver frowned and called out loudly, “Fosse!”
He wasn’t mounted, and there were still some confused bandits stubbornly resisting around him, so he had to rely on the knights to stop those two.
Fosse responded, quickly glancing at Noel.
Noel immediately understood and nodded.
The next moment, Fosse shot out like a bolt of lightning, charging forward with two other knights on horseback!
Seeing the ever-capable butler giving chase, Oliver felt his heart settle considerably.
Noel remained steadfastly by his side… but to reassure his loyal subordinates, he couldn’t leave himself completely unprotected.
Witnessing their leader abandon them once more, the remaining thirty or so bandits’ fighting spirit instantly crumbled.
They scrambled to push backward, and those who couldn’t escape shed tears, discarding their weapons in disgrace and kneeling on the ground to surrender.
They did this out of desperation.
Most of them had no mounts, and relying on their legs alone, they stood no chance of escape.
Even if the Lainans didn’t pursue them, in this desolate wilderness without food or weapons, they would likely die from starvation or wild animal attacks on the way to the next town.
It was better to surrender outright… perhaps…
All the surviving bandits couldn’t help but recall the former companions they had just seen—imprisoned within that unbelievably sturdy stone fence, yet looking surprisingly well.
“Take them all captive.”
After confirming the last bandit had given up resistance, Oliver finally ceased swinging his sword.
He turned to the civilians who had, at some point, charged forward wielding strange weapons and were now gazing at him with fervent eyes, and said succinctly, “Execution tonight.”
The bandits didn’t hear Oliver’s words.
They were bound tightly like pigs by these civilians, whom they considered weak and powerless, and dragged all the way into the castle’s basement.
Oliver wasn’t in a hurry to return to the castle.
He walked a few steps to the side, finding a shady spot sheltered by a large tree, and patiently waited for Fosse and the others to return from their pursuit.
“…Your Highness,” Noel knelt respectfully on one knee, “Please use this.”
Oliver blinked somewhat sluggishly, only realizing he had forgotten to sheathe his great sword when he tried to take the handkerchief.
No wonder everyone had been looking at him that way.
Oliver stored both the heavy sword and the ring, pursed his lips faintly into a slight smile, and accepted the handkerchief.
To avoid worrying the butler too much when he returned, and because the thick smell of blood was unpleasant, he decided to clean up before the bloodstains dried.
After a while, he meticulously wiped all the bloodstains from his face.
Noel’s gaze unconsciously filled with infatuation.
Watching the filthy blood of the bandits being slowly wiped away from that flawless face… The satisfaction was akin to gently brushing dust off a priceless, peerless gem.
In truth, his hair was also stained quite a bit, but Oliver couldn’t attend to it just yet.
He would wait for the butler to return, then head back to the castle together.
With time to spare, he decided to inspect the sword provided by the game system. It truly seemed like a divine miracle—not a single drop of blood had clung to it throughout the entire battle.
He, of course, was different. No matter how effortless he made it look, it had been a genuine, bloody fight.
Most of the blood on him belonged to his enemies, but a small portion came from his own wounds.
—Though he appeared untouchable, he was not truly invulnerable.
With so many enemies surrounding him, a few attacks inevitably slipped through the gaps in his sword swings. After the fierce battle, his health bar had dropped to about one-third remaining.
Just to be safe, he should restore it to full.
Oliver thought.
Then, under Noel’s shocked and pained gaze, the beautiful and elegant lord merely wiped his hands before suddenly conjuring a piece of cheese out of thin air and calmly placing it into his mouth…
TL Note: Happy bulk update Monday~
