The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

ng time, the ridiculing words recited by his own voice echoed in his mind.

‘Anyway, I don’t know who’s going to be that bastard’s opponent, but…’

Whoever it is, then you’re even lower than the ground beneath my hand.

“AAAAARGH!”

For a moment, red hot rage rose to his throat.
And this fury burst through his mouth.

His hand reached for the scabbard where he had just pushed in his sword.

This red anger and shame flooded his brown eyes.

All he could see was the back of the man who humiliated him.

He was about to lunge at any given moment, but in less than a few steps, he faltered.

“…Ugh… uuurk…”

Suddenly, a severe stomachache held his entire body hostage.

His trembling legs sharply buckled, making him crash to the ground.

He had no idea what was going on.

The face that was red with anger just a moment ago soon turned pale.

A few knights came running to David’s side.

It was a clear offense to try and point a sword at the opponent when the match had already ended.

Cassion, the person who was about to be attacked, also stopped and watched David’s collapse.

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The gaze looking down was icy.

With David on the ground while clutching his stomach, the knights grabbed the man’s arms and forced him back on his feet.

“David Valheim, as a knight, you have committed the offense of targeting a defenseless opponent after the match has ended.
Additionally.”

The knight who declared David’s offense paused for a moment before explaining further.

‘Additionally?’

Even when his guts were all twisted up, David hung onto the word, ‘additionally’.

Was he saying that there’s more?

However, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t think of any other offense that could follow.

No way…

There’s no way at all that he was caught.

However, there was no chance of a perfect denial in this world.

“Earlier this day, there was a report about you, David Valheim, and how you’ve been continuously committing the act of poisoning your opponents’ food every time an assessment of the knights is held.
After a thorough investigation, a harsh punishment shall be delivered!”

As the knight’s words resounded, the surroundings grew restless.

It all started small, with only whispers, but then before he knew it, these soon became huge like a typhoon.

Shocked gazes rushed towards David.

And these gazes were as sharp as knives.

“That’s impossible, sir! I’ve been framed!”

Pale and blue in the face, David stomped one foot down and shouted.

“How can you charge such things to a person when there’s no evidence?! I don’t know anything about this!”

It was enough that his past deeds had been revealed, but he couldn’t just get dragged away like this.

Because there was no evidence, as long as he insisted that this was unfair treatment, there’s no way they’re going to punish him.

However, David’s clamoring did not change the expressions of the knights holding him by the arms.

No, actually, there was.

The seriousness painting their expression turned into scorn towards him,

They looked at him as though he was pathetic, and David stopped struggling for a moment.

It dawned on him that something was definitely wrong here.

As one knight met his gaze, he let out a short sigh and spoke.

“The corresponding evidence has already been secured.
There is a written statement detailing your offenses, and documents related to this were found when members of a certain guild had been arrested.
David Valheim, have you not commissioned a banned substance in your name?”

Guild.
Substance.
Commission.

These familiar words stuck out to him.

As the words were gathered together, he recalled a memory.

The document that Zobel had presented to him weeks ago.

That very commissioned request that was placed in David’s name because Zobel couldn’t get it on his own.

‘What was it again that’s written there?’

As he tried to recall, his brown pupils shook, but he still couldn’t remember.

It was a document that was presented by a guy who’s been acting like a submissive pawn for the past two years, so all he could recall was signing that document without even reading it.

David hurriedly looked around towards the crowd.

Zobel.

He had to find Zobel.

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He had to find that punk so that he could figure out just what the hell was going on.

As he looked around frantically with a stiff expression, the knights between both sides of David began to move forward.

He struggled noisily, but it was to no avail.

His tired body was dragged away helplessly.

Somehow or another, David tried to force out his strength and hold out.

Even as he was being dragged away, the first thing he needed to do was find Zobel.

And, at long last.

His desperate gaze finally found the face he’d been searching for.

Zobel.

He was smiling.

Despite those gaunt cheeks and deep-set eyes, he was smiling so broadly.

It was a bright, refreshed smile.
Not a forced smile.

On the other hand, David was left taken aback.

Was this what it felt to be hit in the back of the head with a huge iron club?

Was this what it felt to be bitten by the loyal dog that you’ve been raising?

Zobel smiled silently, then hid himself amidst the crowd.

As he was in a dazed trance, David finally snapped out of it and began struggling again.

“Th…That son of a—! You’re not staying put?! HEY! Stop right there! Stop!”

His tired throat was scratched with all the shouting.

The knights just stared at David, whose face grew distorted as he went wild like a horse that’s gone mad.

It didn’t matter if he did this or that.

David struggled to keep his rear end back while planting his feet to the ground with all his might.

He couldn’t let himself be dragged away like this.

Even if he had no choice but to go, he just had to at least knock out that damn punk.

He’s gonna grab that punk by the collar, push him down on the floor and beat him black and blue.

David would beat him up so thoroughly that he wouldn’t be able to smile ever again.

His furious eyes rolled around busily, but it was almost impossible to find someone who had already blended into the crowd.

It would be easier to find a needle in a haystack.

When the man he was looking for was nowhere to be found, his stomach began to cramp up again.
The pain had subsided only temporarily in his shock.

It felt as if he had been punched right in the gut, and so he hunched over in pain.

“Wait… just a… minute… my… my stomach…”

The sudden influx was double the pain compared to earlier.

His insides felt as if everything’s melting in there, as if it’s not enough to just be all twisted up.

The knights who were dragging David away dismissed his pain as a ruse, but then they realized that something was wrong when the man’s face turned as white as a sheet.
They stopped walking.

“Hey, what’s up with you.”

“David? David Valheim?”

The knights stood still and called out to him.

On his pale face, his brown eyes shook, entirely unfocused.