I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 119

I Killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 119

It seems Miles has properly handled things.

Only now are the knights that meet Caesar’s standards beginning to appear.

“Pleased to meet you, Lord Caesar. I’m Beto.”

Beto, the Iron Knight.

Among classic knights, it’s hard to find a tank like him who primarily uses a shield.

Having a knight like this would be good.

“Do you have any contract conditions in mind?”

“I want 350,000 del annually, with additional incentives for participation in wars or duels.”

“350,000 del…”

Caesar used psychometry.

-I heard Caesar hasn’t yet properly formed a knight order.

-Then he’ll definitely want a knight who can pull his weight.

-Asking for a somewhat high price isn’t bad.

-The Springfield Count asked for 200,000 del, but that was an unreasonable price.

Though his appearance is bear-like, he’s secretly fox-like.

Trying to catch a mark and make a big score, but I’m not an easy target.

“250,000 del. I can’t give more.”

“That amount doesn’t match my reputation.”

Caesar said while picking his ear.

“Then go. Next.”

“Wait! What about 320,000 del?”

“Listen. Sir Beto, haven’t you read the newspapers? How many knight orders do you think are recruiting new knights when nobles are disbanding their knight orders? As far as I know, there aren’t many.”

Caesar spoke loudly enough for the knights waiting behind Beto to hear.

“Want to go to the frontier? Or live in a city full of new technologies? Think about your rabbit-like kids and fox-like wife – isn’t this better?”

Beto began to seriously consider.

-Lord Caesar is right.

-Honestly, after being laid off without proper severance, with no way to provide education for the children except in Homigraph.

-The infrastructure is properly established.

– 250,000 del is only half of my original salary…

-But I can’t be picky right now.

“…Understood. I’ll accept 250,000 del.”

“Good. I’ll give 100% additional incentive if you participate in war.”

Beto’s expression brightened.

“Thank you!”

“Go to Sean there to draft the contract. Next!”

‘Caught him, totally caught him.’

Barely 250,000 del for Beto?

In the game, he’d have to pay at least 400,000 del.

Plant a flag on his back and hire at least 10 more classic knights, and the knights won’t be isolated in the battlefield.

With an absolutely unbreakable flag firmly standing, how could they not find it?

Beto, you’re the vanguard now.

Caesar continued recruiting knights.

“What? 300,000 del? Not worth looking at. I won’t accept unless it’s 200,000 del.”

“Upgrade equipment? I’ll look into loans. But you know asking for full support is nonsense, right?”

“Wanting a word… That might be possible. But then it’ll be 190,000 del.”

It feels like sweeping up fallen gold with a broom.

Knights without demon realm war experience, with personality issues, or slight defects preventing group combat were no longer to be found.

Now he’s reached a happy season of considering knights purely based on their merits.

‘Just like in soccer, the most fun part is always forming the team, not actually playing the game.’

Caesar plans to operate three knight orders.

One is the cavalry-type knight order managed by Messio.

Another is an infantry knight order that will occupy and organize the areas broken through by the cavalry-type knight order.

And the last is a knight order for special missions.

The first knight order must naturally consist of knights who ride horses well and are skilled with long-armed weapons like spears or halberds.

The second knight order needed to be a defensive knight order specialized in territorial occupation and stabilization.

The third knight order was composed of individuals with extraordinary individual combat prowess, as they would be used to rescue isolated knights or provide support in situations with insufficient firepower.

As a result, the first and second knight orders began to be organized as typical classic or tank-type knight orders.

The third knight order was organized as a technique-type knight order.

Sean approached Caesar with contract documents.

“That’s all for today, Lord Caesar.”

“How many did you hire today?”

“A total of 12. To reach your target number, you still need 88 more.”

“I should check Messio’s side too. By the way, when is this guy coming?”

Hiiiing!

At that moment, horses were approaching from far away.

“This guy isn’t going to be proper either.”

Messio was riding the horse at the front, with unfamiliar knights riding Messio’s horses behind him.

As soon as Messio dismounted in front of Caesar, he spoke:

“I greet Lord Caesar!”

“How many did you recruit?”

“I’ve brought 29 exceptional individuals. All are from the Storm Knight Order.”

A total of 40 horses.

With 29 people, they just need to fill in about 11 more.

“Good. You’ve roughly passed the first mission. How did you solve the second condition?”

“It seems overcoming my sense of direction is impossible with my abilities! But!”

Messio dragged a strange guy lying on the back of a white horse.

“Uuuugh… Stop… Bleh!”

The guy started vomiting as soon as he dismounted. There was a strong smell of alcohol, which seemed a bit odd.

“I’ve hired someone who can assist me!”

Is he a human navigator?

Well, whatever.

So who is this guy?

“His name is Gavin. He’s not a knight, but he’s unrivaled in managing stables. He’s even capable of taking care of my beloved horse ‘Snow’.”

Caesar let out a sigh.

“Did I tell you to bring me a stable manager? You should have brought someone who can overcome your sense of direction.”

Caesar looked at Gavin’s face.

He had curly brown hair with a mole under his eye. He seemed to have lean muscles, but no matter how he looked, he didn’t seem like knight material.

“How are you going to travel with a guy who’s not even a knight?”

“Well… I think if I take care of him well, he won’t get lost.”

“Do you call that a statement?”

Caesar began examining Gavin’s face again, who continued to feel nauseous.

It seemed somewhat familiar.

“What’s your full name?”

Gavin wiped his mouth and said:

“Ahem! Gavin Brisner… Bleeech!”

He started vomiting again. The smell of alcohol was so strong it was almost nauseating.

By the way, Gavin Brisner?

Could it be…

“The infinite power Gavin?”

“Infinite power?”

Messio has brought a big shot.

This guy isn’t a human navigation, he’s an S-tier logistics officer.

Starting with the military lineage, one can build an army, and there are two essential personnel to hire at that time.

One is a logistics officer, and the other is an operations officer.

Without a logistics officer, supplies and various provisions cannot be managed smoothly, which can lead to soldiers starving or even causing a rebellion.

Well, from Caesar’s perspective, he’s just organizing three knight orders with around 100 people, so there’s no need to bring staff, but if it’s a top-tier talent like Gavin, that’s a different story.

Caesar brought Gavin a water bottle and spoke.

“Drink.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.”

Gavin emptied the water bottle refreshingly and handed it back.

“Keep it. That’s for you.”

“Um… Yes. Understood.”

“I’ll ask you just one thing. What are you good at?”

“Um… Well…”

As he started to ponder, Caesar used psychometry.

-What is this situation?

-Why am I being interviewed in front of Lord Caesar?

-I was definitely organizing Viscount Vincis’ warehouse.

Caesar reflexively glared at Messio.

Did you kidnap him rather than bring him?

How will you explain this to Viscount Vincis!

Unaware of Caesar’s thoughts, Gavin slowly began his self-introduction.

“I’m good at warehouse organization. I managed logistics supplies during the Demon War for Viscount Vincis.”

“Did you oversee the entire management?”

“Pardon? No. I just properly checked the numbers and delivered items according to the Viscount’s instructions.”

At that moment, Messio chimed in.

“And he’s good at managing horses. He feeds them well and consistently takes care of nutritional supplements for the horses.”

This horse-loving bastard.

Is it enough just to manage horses well?

“So what is your current job?”

“Well… Actually, I’m a servant working under Viscount Vincis. With the Storm Knight Order being disbanded, I was disposing of and organizing unnecessary items. But…”

Gavin tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

“Why am I here? Where exactly is this place?”

“Homigraph.”

“Ho, Homigraph?! How am I even here?!”

Messio snorted.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to quit immediately? Being made to organize warehouses every day without any promotion. So when I said I’d promote you to stable manager, you agreed and followed along.”

“When did I say that! And how is becoming a stable manager a promotion?! It’s a demotion!”

“Apologize to our Snow and the horses! Being a stable manager is such a sacred profession!”

“I can’t live like this! And when did I submit my resignation? Was it even properly processed?!”

“You wrote ‘I don’t want to do this anymore’ in front of the logistics warehouse and left. That’s a resignation, isn’t it?”

“Aaaaargh!”

Gavin grabbed his head and screamed.

“Then what do you want me to do! My reputation?! My family?! My house?! Where exactly do you want me to work?!”

“Work here, and you can live in a warehouse near the stable. Oh, and can you ride a horse well? Just guide me from behind.”

“What nonsense is this?! Are you telling me to go to the battlefield?!”

“You’ll go. But normally, just manage the stable.”

“Aaaaaaah!”

Gavin even started convulsing. The miserable voice of a breadwinner who suddenly lost his home and workplace began to pierce the winter sky. Caesar spoke before Gavin could die of high blood pressure.

“Listen, Gavin.”

Gavin grabbed Caesar’s trouser leg.

Hey, what’s happening.

“Lord Caesar! Please hire me! If possible, even a house where my family can stay… Kugh!”

Gavin began to cry profusely. Messio also looked visibly flustered when Gavin started crying.

“Um… Was I too harsh?”

Gavin’s subordinates all nodded.

“You should have brought the family too. Bringing him alone is why he’s feeling lonely.”

These bastards are also human-like.

Is the entire Storm Knight Order full of horse-loving guys?

Their empathy is hitting rock bottom.

“Gavin. I’ll hire you. I’ll give you a house too.”

“R-really?!”

“But first, completely settle things with Viscount Vincis. Then we’ll start salary negotiations.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Caesar looked at Messio and said,

“And Messio, you go recruit again.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I’m going to hire Gavin directly under me. Looking at it, I don’t think it’s good for Gavin’s mental state to be stuck with you.”

“That’s nonsense! Give me Gavin!”

“Do you think Gavin is some kind of dog to be handed over?!”

“Um…”

Look at him pondering.

What the hell is in his head to produce such a crazy guy?

“I’ll give you another week. Bring someone who can overcome your sense of direction. Don’t just kidnap anyone like Gavin, bring someone who can travel with you. Was Gavin a knight or a soldier? He seems more suited for a staff position.”

Messio reluctantly nodded.

“Understood. In the meantime, can Gavin manage the remaining horses?”

“Can you resolve Gavin’s issue instead?”

“I’ll explain well to Viscount Vincis.”

“Bring his family too.”

“Understood!”

Messio said to his subordinates,

“Bring just one knight who’s good at finding directions! Someone who won’t die even if they’re tossed around! Got it?!”

“Wind!”

Messio and his subordinates disappeared from the training ground like the wind. 

With those guys gone, it’s somewhat quieter.

But somehow, I’m looking forward to it.

Isn’t Messio going to bring another incredible person?

***

A week later.

Messio really brought a knight who was good at finding directions.

After testing him, he successfully navigated through Homigraph’s complex alleys and arrived where Caesar was.

“…Right on the mark.”

“How was it?!”

Caesar said while putting down his pocket watch,

“Passed.”

“Waaaaaah!”

With Messio included, 40 knights shouted simultaneously, making the construction site echo loudly.

“…Something feels lacking.”

“Pardon? What feels lacking?”

“Just… Nothing.”

I didn’t expect him to bring only a knight good at finding directions.

Maybe expecting someone as extraordinary as Gavin was a bit greedy.

I’ll have to find the rest of the staff myself.

There are probably quite a few who’ve retired after the war.

“By the way, where is this place?”

“This is where you’ll be training from now on.”

“Here?”

Messio and the knights all looked around.

“What can you see right now? We’re only in the demolition stage.”

“No, we were discussing where to place the stable.”

“Oh, we’ll remodel that factory building for the stable.”

Caesar led Messio towards a large logistics warehouse.

“There’s really nothing here?”

“We’ve removed all the furniture. Except for the pillar roots, we’ve cleared everything and once we clean and remodel, it’ll become a usable stable. What do you think?”

Messio looked around and spoke,

“The water pipes are properly connected, and it looks sturdy enough to withstand a typhoon.”

“There are no typhoons in Wizard’s province. And there are no factories around emitting smoke. It was used as a grain warehouse, so there’s no disgusting smell left.”

Messio seemed particularly satisfied with how wide the stable was.

“By the way, what did you say this place was?”

“West Line, 707th district. It’s going to be called ‘Knight Town’.”

“Knight Town?”

Caesar gestured to Sean beside him.

He was too lazy to explain it himself.