The Magic Knight’s Oath

Domu paused, drawing out his words with a hint of suspense. “That is… I would like to ask Mofimod not to resign as Legion Commander, and furthermore…” He watched Mofimod’s reaction carefully.

‘Not resign as Legion Commander?’ A slight frown creased Mofimod’s brow upon hearing the unexpected request. ‘Could it be that Lord Domu wants me to remain in the Norachi Kingdom as a spy, sending him information?’

‘No… Lord Domu probably doesn’t mean that. But… if Lord Domu truly made such a request, what should I do? If it meant serving by Lord Domu’s side, this would be no burden at all. But to become a spy against the country I once served…’

On one hand, there was the honor of the nation; on the other, the oath he had sworn. Mofimod felt deeply conflicted.

“And, from now on, you must diligently protect the citizens of this country for me, Mofimod. You can no longer speak as you did just now, disregarding the people of your own nation. You know, they have always looked up to you as their idol.”

Domu found it rather amusing, watching Mofimod, who had been kneeling before him in such a state of indecision, gape in astonishment at his words. ‘Mofimod must truly cherish his country,’ he thought. ‘He looks so relieved to hear that I want him to remain and maintain his position.’

However, Domu recalled Mofimod’s detached demeanor within the magic energy barrier earlier. ‘That won’t do,’ he mused. ‘For an idol of the nation, one must show even greater care for the people. Hehe… does this count as leading an old man back to the right path? It seems I even have a talent for teaching.’ Domu chuckled to himself inwardly.

“Ah… Lord Domu…” Mofimod stammered. ‘Mofimod… you are truly foolish. After knowing Lord Domu’s strength and magnanimity… how could you still harbor such negative conjectures?’

‘Lord Domu… is so merciful and kind… I am truly ashamed of my position as the Kingdom’s Second Legion Commander.’ Mofimod’s brow furrowed tightly as he fought back the tears welling in his eyes.

“Mofimod, please stand up quickly. You have already agreed to my request, after all. I trust that a man of your standing would not go back on his word, would he?” Domu extended a hand to Mofimod, who was still kneeling, helping him to his feet with a playful remark.

“Haha… indeed, Lord Domu… Mofimod Rigles will heed your command. From this day forward, I shall devote all my strength to protecting the citizens of the Norachi Kingdom, treating all equally, regardless of their wealth or status… This is my promise to you, Lord Domu…” Mofimod rose, following Domu’s gesture, but still bowed his head respectfully to the warrior before him.

“I just didn’t expect that what was supposed to be a perfectly good charity event… would turn out like this… Oh, right, I need to wake everyone up quickly!” Domu glanced around, seeing everyone sprawled unconscious on the ground. He scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. ‘It seems everyone in the Lord’s Mansion has fainted. Speaking of which, should I really be this serious next time? Am I truly fated to wear the [Holy Suppression] forever?’ Domu thought with a headache.

“Lord Domu… I implore you to first change into that armor that can shield your magic power. Otherwise, those present will likely be unable to recover…” If someone had told Mofimod in the past that someone’s power was so immense their mere aura could cause people to faint, he would have scoffed.

But now… he watched the warrior before him vigorously shaking Mr. Tule’s guard, a young man named Phil. Mofimod witnessed Phil being shaken awake by Domu, only to instantly convulse and faint again, foaming at the mouth. Mofimod felt a deep sense of awe.

‘If not for that armor that seals his power, Lord Domu’s strength would surely turn any place he walked into a deserted city,’ he mused. ‘Why a deserted city? Because everyone would be knocked unconscious by his aura!’

“Hmm! Oh, right! [Seven Deadly Sins Armament – Prideful Guardian] Deactivate…” Hearing Mofimod’s reminder, Domu dropped the continuously foaming Phil, stood up, and softly deactivated the [Seven Deadly Sins Armament] he wore. Then, from his equipment inventory, he re-equipped the [Holy Suppression].

Mofimod was amazed as Domu instantly swapped his dark armor for the pure white, sacred full plate armor. At the same time, he noticed that the subtle throbbing pain in his head had completely vanished.

“Lord Domu, I’ve been wanting to ask you since before, what is your profession? What you just performed seemed to be spatial magic, and earlier you used high-level recovery magic with extremely high light concentration on me… and then there’s the extraordinary combat ability you just displayed…”

Mofimod was indeed very curious. As a man who himself pursued strength and power, he knew that common professions like mages, warriors, and rogues specialized in magic, strength, and speed, respectively.

While high-tier professions or those with special abilities could learn both spells and combat skills, extremely rare spatial magic and holy recovery magic were absolutely incompatible. Unable to suppress his curiosity, Mofimod finally asked Domu.

“Hmm… I suppose I’m a Ma… Ma… Magic Knight?” This question was truly difficult. He couldn’t directly tell Mofimod that the so-called spatial magic was just the game’s inventory and equipment slots.

However, the Dark Valkyrie class leaned more towards magic, didn’t it? ‘Hmm… like a Magic Knight. Speaking of which, there really was a Magic Knight profession in ‘Tears of the Goddess’,’ he recalled, ‘though it was quite a weak class, with neither strong magic output nor exceptional combat ability.’

‘Still, many high school students chose the cool-sounding Magic Knight profession when they first started the game, but few ever stuck with it.’ Domu thought back with a hint of nostalgia to his early days playing ‘Tears of the Goddess’.

“A Ma-ma-magic Knight? As expected of Lord Domu… it sounds like a formidable profession. My profession is Sword Saint, and I specialize in various sword arts. If there’s another opportunity, I hope Lord Domu will formally spar with me again.”

‘As expected of Lord Domu,’ Mofimod thought, ‘a profession I’ve never heard of.’ Yet, just from the three ‘Ma’s, Mofimod sensed the power of this profession. ‘It’s probably more magic-oriented,’ he mused. ‘But since it contains the words ‘knight,’ and given Lord Domu’s immense power when slaying the Immortal Dragon, he must also be extremely proficient in martial arts.’

‘A profession that cultivates both magic and martial arts!’ Mofimod marveled at the power of Domu’s profession, then expressed his wish with a hint of anticipation.