Chapter 272 : Sir Lyle the Debauched

I carefully observed the man who was hitting on the woman.

His shiny, dark blue hair was slicked back with oil, as if a cow had licked it.

His thick eyebrows, and his beard, which was as neat as if it had been drawn with a brush.

His characteristic, greasy voice.

It was him.

The enemy of all women. A man crazy about women.

In a way, a man more terrifying than a magical beast.

Sir Lyle the Debauched.

The woman he was talking to was already shooting hearts from her eyes.

If Boris looked like a gigolo, this guy looked like a greasy wine connoisseur.

"Tsk."

What did women see in a guy who looked so unappetizing?

I was tens of times better.

[My disciple, you are certainly better.]

"Really?"

[No.]

"..."

The Heavenly Demon's chuckling sound echoed faintly.

Currently, I was out with Dofang and Hartz to find an inn to stay at.

I silently poked Dofang's shoulder with my elbow.

"What, why?"

"9 o'clock. Don't look directly."

At that, Dofang, who had naturally checked 9 o'clock, whispered to me.

"Little brother, is that woman your type?"

At that, Hartz, who had been sitting with his chin propped up, also showed interest.

"What? Where?"

"Ah, you idiot. I told you not to look directly."

I ordered Hartz of the yellow eyes.

"Hey, beast. If you're going to be like that, switch with Sorrow."

"I don't want to."

"..."

Was the captain's authority only this much?

In any case, I decided to correct the misunderstanding.

"Not the woman. Look at the man."

At that, Dofang looked at me with a serious face.

"...Little brother, were you that type?"

Hartz added.

"No wonder he didn't budge even when Viola kept hitting on him."

The two idiots stealthily moved away from me.

"Little brother, I'll say this in advance. I understand. Really. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't look at me with those eyes."

"I don't understand. Can't we just impeach him now? I'll be the captain."

You son of a bitch.

I couldn't stand it anymore and exploded.

"You idiots. It's the damn Lyle!"

"What?"

Just then, the gentlemanly perverted knight stood up from his seat with the lady he had seduced with his brilliant eloquence.

"Shh! He's coming this way."

"Don't look that way, just talk naturally."

We immediately started throwing natural insults at each other as if nothing had happened.

"You idiots. Do you have rocks in your heads?"

"Hey, blockhead. Who are you calling a rock?"

"It's you, who else. If you get caught by a magical beast, stick your head out first. It'll take a bite and then spit it out because its teeth will all break."

"Then I should do a handstand when I meet a magical beast. My lower half is a rock."

"That's something to be proud of."

"It is. But don't covet it. Only women are given the right to use it."

"You crazy bastard."

"Homosexual."

"I'm not, you idiot."

Lyle didn't even glance at us and escorted the lady out of the restaurant.

Since he was a guy who was only interested in women, it wasn't that strange.

I said to the two blockheads.

"Did you see?"

Hartz nodded.

"It's really him. That lewd and debauched guy."

Dofang whistled.

"That guy is still the same."

"Hey, do the women of Maia have no eyes? Why do they like a guy like that? I just don't get it."

"I know, right. Is it because of his brilliant eloquence?"

"Could be."

"Hmm. I'm not bad with words either."

"You're just a talkative guy. You chatterbox."

"Better than you. You beastly guy."

"By the way, there must be more than one or two families that have been ruined because of that guy."

"And the number of women he's made cry must be countless."

"Is it okay to let a criminal like that roam around?"

"I know, right."

BOOM!

I slammed the table we were sitting at.

Dofang and Hartz looked at me with surprised faces.

"...?"

"Why is this bastard acting up again?"

I looked at the two and opened my mouth.

"Aren't you angry?"

"?"

"What?"

"When we were in Tundra, suffering in the cold that felt like our noses would fall off, covered in the smelly blood of magical beasts. That guy was happily seducing women and wandering around."

"...!"

"Come to think of it, that's right."

"Are you angry or not?"

"The anger is reaching the top of my head."

"Ah, is this murderous intent?"

"Should we chase after him and kill him?"

"No, let's kidnap him, torture him, and then kill him."

"How?"

"First, we have to burst his balls. Let's make him a eunuch."

"Oho. That's a good idea."

I silently watched the two who were seriously discussing torture methods.

It was a tempting story, but...

'The problem is, that guy is not an easy opponent either.'

He was a man who had been a royal knight of the Maia Kingdom.

Although he was a guy who had been stripped of his knighthood because he was embroiled in a scandal with noble ladies, there was a high probability that he had joined the royal knights with that as his goal in the first place.

[? He joined the royal knights just for that?]

I nodded.

'Because that's Lyle.'

Some might ask what kind of madman would join the royal knights just to fool around with noble ladies, but Lyle was that kind of guy.

A man crazy about women.

This was something that even his colleague, Sir Monde, had acknowledged.

In the first place, his only interest was women.

He remembered all the perfumes, accessories, and cosmetics that women used.

But he was strangely indifferent to everything else.

So, even though he could have been easily discovered a while ago, he had passed by without even a glance.

I think I heard that the reason he joined Sherwood was because he was caught hitting on Big Sister.

Or not.

[...In a way, he's terrifying.]

In any case, apart from his character or interests, his skills were the real deal.

Was he strong because he was a madman? Or was he a madman because he was strong?

It was an unknown thing.

"Is it the first time you two have seen him in a while?"

The two idiots nodded.

"It's the first time since the mercenary corps was disbanded."

"Me too."

"He doesn't seem to know I'm back, right?"

"I wonder. Even if you had acknowledged him just now, I don't think it would have changed the fact that he was leaving the store with that woman."

"I think so too."

"...You rotten bastard."

I racked my brain for a moment and then said.

"Gentlemen."

The two's gazes gathered.

"I've come up with a brilliant plan to beat that unlucky guy to a pulp until the sun rises. Will you cooperate?"

Grin—

Dofang and Hartz smiled.

"Anytime."

* * *

"To your eyes, cheers."

"Ahahat, Sir James. You're so funny."

Lyle smiled brightly at the woman who was laughing, covering her mouth.

She was the daughter of a famous merchant guild executive, and she was completely smitten with the handsome wandering knight named Lyle—no, James.

The place they were at now was the most expensive high-end restaurant in the city.

Lyle swirled the expensive alcohol in his glass and looked at the woman.

In her eyes, only 'Sir James' was fully contained.

'Easy.'

Sir Lyle the Debauched.

He had never been short of money, but he had never gone without eating.

He was planning to naturally pass on the bill for this meal to her.

'Ah, a traveler who walks aimlessly following the wind. A wanderer who moves his steps following the moon in the night sky. An honorable knight who, according to chivalry, cannot pass by injustice hidden in the darkness. A free soul that drifts here and there in the wind like a dandelion seed. Would you not be the warm sunlight where this poor wandering knight can rest for a while?'

If he recited such sweet words, she would fall head over heels and give him her liver and gallbladder.

As always.

'Well, her innocent appearance is quite cute too.'

Lyle made eye contact with her affectionately and then drank the alcohol in his glass.

"Sir James."

"Did you call, my lady?"

"Does even a gentle and gentlemanly knight like you ever get angry?"

"Of course. I usually make a scary face when I'm punishing bad villains."

"Really? I can't really imagine it."

"Ah, that was when the darkness crossed the boundary between day and night and invaded."

Around the time the atmosphere had ripened with Lyle's brilliant eloquence and melancholic gaze.

The daughter of the famous merchant guild executive stood up from her seat.

"I'll be right back, I need to use the restroom."

Lyle put on a show.

"Ah, if a star like you doesn't shine even for a moment, my heart will be completely dyed with the desert."

"Oh, come on. Then I can't go."

Lyle closed his eyes tightly and bowed his head.

"Ah, how sad, how sad. But to caress a beautiful rose, one must be prepared to be pricked by its thorns. Go ahead. Every moment without you is a nightmare to me. I will be asleep until my lady returns and wakes me from the long nightmare with a kiss."

And with that, he froze like a statue.

The daughter of the famous merchant guild executive giggled and poked the statue-like Lyle.

"I'll be right back!"

She left her seat.

Drip—

Lyle rolled his eyes to confirm that she had left, and then smiled softly and shook his glass.

"It's too easy."

Lyle habitually swirled his glass, inhaled the aroma that rose from it, and looked around.

Even then, he was scanning for pretty women.

"Oho?"

In his eyes, a lady caught his eye.

She was wearing a black dress that exposed her shoulders, and her hair was tied back in a neat bun.

The sight of her sitting alone at the bar, sipping her drink, looked very aloof and beautiful.

'Her head shape is small and round. She must be a beauty.'

He had reached a stage where he could roughly grasp the beauty of the other person just by looking at their back.

'How beautiful a flower is she, shall I check?'

Lyle picked up a fork with two fingers and then dropped it on the floor.

Clang!

A loud sound echoed, and naturally, gazes gathered.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry. Was I drunk on the alcohol, or was I drunk on the atmosphere? Such a mistake..."

He muttered some meaningless words and then stealthily looked at the black rose.

Thump!

He felt a shock as if his heart had dropped.

She, among all the women he had seen, exuded an exotic atmosphere.

A pure white face and aloof eyes.

Lips as red as cherries, contrasting with them.

Sparkling earrings.

She was incomparable to the vain noble ladies or the gently raised merchant's daughters.

It was as if a spotlight was shining only on her in the darkness.

Like, a single rose in the darkness. A lonely, aloof princess of the night.

'Ah, I've finally found her. My mademoiselle.'

Soon, she paid for her drink and stood up from her seat, gracefully descending the stairs.

Lyle followed her as if possessed.

The daughter of the famous merchant guild executive had long been forgotten from his mind.

She walked aloofly through the bustling city streets.

At her mysterious gait, which never bumped into people, Lyle's heart was stolen once again.

'Ah, I am a butterfly bewitched by the magic of love. I will go and get your pollen on my body.'

Lyle walked the streets, following her, flapping his arms like wings.

She was like a cat roaming the night.

When he thought he was close, she was already far away, and when he sped up, anxious that he would lose her, she was walking over there.

And so, as Lyle was following her.

The number of people on the street gradually decreased, and soon, he was walking in a deserted alley.

She, who had been walking nimbly like a cat, soon came to a dead end.

Lyle smiled brightly and approached her carefully so as not to startle her.

Just as he was about to call out to her.

She glanced back, and then, in an instant, she soared into the air.

She mixed with the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

"???"

Lyle was flustered.

She had disappeared right in front of his eyes, but he couldn't even feel her presence?

It was a situation that would make a ghost cry.

Just then.

Thump

At the sound of footsteps echoing in the alley.

Lyle slowly turned around.

A man was standing there, blocking the way, leaning crookedly.

"Did the pervert come?"

In the darkness, a blood-red light flashed.

(End of Chapter)