Sacred Chevalier

Wang Du also gets hot in July. He entered a summer vacation of approximately five weeks at the Royal Knights College. The faculty also take time off to each of them. Kate plans to visit the four houses where she will become her Holy Knight (Paladin) and say hello to her parents. If normal, it is a ritual at the end of the second grade, where you finalize your holy knight before greeting him around. But Kate decided it was necessary to root early because he intended to make the four of them saints at the same time.

"Five weeks away from the king's capital. If it's true, I'd like to go say hello to Claire..."

"Never mind, have fun. So tonight..."

"Oh, we have to do this for a month."

Since bedtime from the former pavilion owner, Kite had a taste of Claire Jilfeed's ripe cum about once a week. Because of the influence of Goddess protection, Claire has grown and become more beautiful before. Youthful enough to only seem to be in his early twenties, his limbs have not collapsed at all.

(So did Dr. Lilia. Those two years grew more and more beautiful. Given that the guests of the whorehouse haven't changed that much, the Holy Knight (Paladin) seems to enjoy more of the "beauty" of the Goddess as well...)

It wraps the whole thing with a mitch, like another creature. Rub your tappingly rocking breasts as you move back and forth through it. The large breasts that cannot fit in the palms are soft as fingers sink everywhere, and the pully elasticity abets the beast. Feel free to move your hips and eat meat as you cling to the flesh and indulge in its elasticity.

"Ha... yes, sir. Eat more of me! Unconsciously as a baby, greedy as a beast, insensitive as masturbation! Please use me to devour pleasure."

More importantly, Kate intends to do so. Feel free to slap your gushing beast appetite. However, I use the cum in front of me to process my sexuality (...). I don't whisper words of love or consider the other person. There is no one to shy away from the dishes placed on the table. Courtesy for cooking would mean eating up without a slice. Exhale desire deep down. But I'm not satisfied at all.

"It's not enough yet. I want to eat you more."

I whispered so in my ear and started moving again.

"This is, Master Kite. Welcome aboard."

Marco Borfez, the head of the Gurup Chamber of Commerce, welcomed the five with a full grin. Use your summer vacation to greet your Holy Knights (Paladins) home. It started with the Gurup Chamber of Commerce, Sasha's home. In last year's march training, I owe Marco a great deal. I was polite in my letter at the beginning of the year, but at this time I also wanted to thank Sasha's father, who I met with.

"Lord Volfes, thank you very much for that verse. Again, thank you"

Courtesy, Marco waved with a bitter laugh.

"I'm the deal. Our Chamber of Commerce made a profit, and we could have a twat to the Knights College. I don't need you to be grateful. From now on, it will be enough for us to continue to make good deals. Yes, the meeting and the deputy meeting are waiting. Please go back..."

The Grupp Chamber of Commerce head office is a three-story stone building, quite large. The ground floor is lined with paintings depicting various specialties from east, west and north, as well as items serving as models. There are also reception rooms to accommodate business meeting rooms, aristocrats, etc. where merchants discuss with each other. The second floor is occupied by clerks who collect orders from various locations, and there is a meeting room on the third floor.

"It's a Gurup meeting, a Volfest. Sasha, I've brought you ladies and your friends."

Knock on the door and open the meeting room door. A middle-aged man with romance grey hair sat in front of a large desk in the back of the room. He has a high back length and a firm body. The mustache around his mouth is the same color as his hair, beautifully organized and wears crisp clothing without extra decoration. It was like embodying the word "sinister". And next to it stood a silver-haired woman about a turn taller than Sasha. The woman grinned nicely, inviting her hand with a terribly casual trick.

"Sasha! You've come a long way. Come in, come in."

"Mom, Dad. I'm..."

As the kites entered, the man also rose. Back length is bigger than kite. The head two minutes would be different compared to the lady.

(I see, is Sasha like her mother...)

Though I think so, I stand upright in front of my parents and greet them politely.

"I'll see you first. My name is Kate, and I'm a first-year hero (Chevalier) candidate at the Royal Knights College. I'm socializing with your daughter."

The man nodded only once, introducing himself with a low baritone voice.

"I'm Robert Grupp, the head of the Grupp Chamber of Commerce. This is my wife, Ritalia Grupp. You've come well. Welcome."

"Nissy, call me Rita Rin."

Next to a calm adult man, there is a woman who looks like a terribly light child. Kate and the other three were confused by the awesome sense of gap. But I can't keep it that way. Kate urged the three of them to introduce themselves.

"I'm Elfina Roglaia, Candidate of the Holy Knight (Paladin) of the First Grade."

"Likewise, this is Sophia Volfalto."

"It's Elsa Faranx. Thank you very much."

It was the Marquis of Roglia, who also had a certain say in the aristocratic society, the Volfalto, who was responsible for the swordsmanship guide of the Knights of the Kingdom, and the Falancs, the northern town guard, who lined up. If you were a civilian, you would atrophy. But Sasha's parents have absolutely no sign of that. Passed to the reception room adjacent to the office. A secretary-like woman brings tea. Kate began by thanking the Gurup Chamber of Commerce for its help in marching training last year.

"If your daughter is in trouble, it is only natural for her parents to help. If that's where the profit lies, overlooking it is against the business road. Never mind..."

"That's right - if Sasha's in trouble, she's an asshole!

Kite is not stupid enough to receive that word on par.

(If I make my daughter cry, I'll turn the Gulp Chamber of Commerce against the enemy, so you're saying. That's some kind of warning...)

"My hero (chevalier) statue is to make my holy knight (paladin) want to be the holy knight of this man even when he is reborn. I may not be able to afford the luxury. It can be hard. But I will never, ever be unhappy."

The father nodded silently and the mother, smiling, asked her daughter.

"Sasha. How's college?

"Mmm... so much fun. I'm not bored when I'm on kite's side. Very happy now."

"Yeah, fine. When I first heard about it, I thought there was something wrong with the four of them at the same time, but if Sasha chose the guy, there's no doubt about it. Looks like we can get along with the other three. But, Mr. Kite. Is that all you want to hear?

"What is it?

The mother (Italy) has spoken casual language, but at some point her eyes changed. Kate didn't think, she corrected her posture.

"Have four holy knights (paladins). This means working for four heroes, right? It's not as easy as saying it with your mouth. Specifically, how do you work for four?

It was a natural question. Heroes (Chevaliers) are not servants of the Holy Knight (Paladins), but they support their lives. Supporting the four at the same time would be a huge burden.

"What I'm thinking is the division of roles: hero (Chevalier). Heroic work on the battlefield includes work you can't do without being a hero and work you can do without being a hero. Food procurement and meal support, for example. Tent the tent and get the bunk ready. Taking care of swords and armor… These kinds of tasks can be done without being heroes. We are looking to hire people and entrust these jobs"

"But then you're gonna need the money, right? What are you going to do?

"Normally, one battlefield will be assigned several holy knights, heroes. I will also take on the work of the heroes other than me and have them pay for it. The hassle of procuring food and meals, for example, remains very much the same for five or ten people. It proves the effectiveness of the division of tasks, and we wonder whether any of them will be possible to set up an institution that will centrally manage the Holy Knight, the hero"

Ritalian eyes glowed. The appearance has changed from mother to merchant.

"That's an interesting idea. But I think it's hard. I hear that the power of the Holy Knight (Paladin) frightens not only his enemies but even his allies. If we had an institution that would bind the Holy Knight, that institution would be the kingdom's largest force of force. We need to root so carefully..."

"I'm going to take the time. Specific achievements will be needed to gain the understanding of the military and nobility. Instead of winning two or three skirmishes, we need a bigger track record. That is, to fall the Fortress of Grantberg… this will be the condition"

"You're out big."

With that said, Ritalia laughed Kerakera. The father is silent. Kate wondered. From earlier on, the mother raps better, and the father is an oligarchy. It was as if her mother had met her.

Sasha's interview with her parents was only a few exchanges, but generally ended successfully. Sasha stayed at the head office. They're out of family water and going out to eat. Sophia broke up along the way, too. Tomorrow he seems to prepare for it in order to visit the Wolfalt residence.

"Still, you were a chatty mother. I kind of feel like I'm with Atashi."

Kate nodded silently at Elsa's words.

"Kite, is there something you care about? You mean Sasha's parents?

Asked by Elfina, Kate turned her face.

"The meeting of the Gurup Chamber of Commerce meant his father, Lord Robert, and his deputy was his mother, Lord Ritalia. I imagined the father of a merchant like Lord Marco, but he was completely different. Rather, the mother felt more like a merchant..."

"If you ask me, yes. Robert just opens his mouth from time to time, and Ritalia almost talked. Is it your father's influence that Sasha is silent and speechless?

"No, just..."

(It may be the father who "binds" the Gurup Chamber of Commerce and the mother who "leads" it. Isn't it shared by a couple with the administrator who manages an organization called the Grand Chamber of Commerce and the Commercial Officer who finds new sales channels and commercial ties? If you compare commerce to war, the sharing of defense and offense...)

The thought was interrupted there because Elfina came peeking into his face. Later, the "organisational body" called the Gulp Chamber of Commerce will have a significant influence on the concept of kite. The fact that there was an encounter with the Gurup Chamber of Commerce as a reason why a hero (Chevalier) with outstanding qualities, named Kite, did not end up being just a hero, is something that future generations of historians commonly acknowledge.

"Elfina and Elsa are the only ones going back to college. Why don't we eat in the King's Landing too?

The two beautiful women nodded with a smile.

Around that time, on the other hand, in a room of the Pontifical Agency of the Archdiocesan State of Welos, the men were discussing it. It is information from the Church in the capital of the Holy King Fersis.

"Hmm. So the man named” Kite "was becoming a hero (Chevalier) and expressing the good fortune of the goddess? The protection of the goddess does not necessarily go hand in hand. Reports say we were fortunate enough to discover hard to find grasshoppers early. But that luck led to the bad luck of encountering the Wesen. If you think about it, the protection of that person may not be that strong."

"Sure... it is unexpected that there was a Holy Knight (Paladin), but as a result those who kite are losing their Holy Knight. More than a hero alive, there's a chance we'll get a new knight, but I don't think we'll be too vigilant."

The woman who reported is silently listening to the men's discussions. My job is to examine and report on hero (kite) movements during march training, otherwise it is not a task.

"As far as this report goes, you do seem somewhat talented. Sooner or later, I guess I'll be a hero. But I don't even think we can move. No further follow-up investigation would be required. Instead, after the earlier battles, interesting movements are beginning to emerge within the kingdom. Shouldn't we discuss that?

The men nod. As the conversation switched, the woman graciously left the room. When I went back to my room, I saw a piece of paper in my hand.

(Those who kite are considered to have extremely strong vitality and have an episodic frequency almost daily. We are currently trying to get as many as four holy knights at the same time (...), which can be a presence that stands out from the traditional hero (Chevalier) statue…)

"If you're too conspicuous, you won't be able to protect yourself, will you? Mr. Kite......"

The woman with round glasses sighed and burned the paper that was in her hand in the candle flames.

Strong men lined left and right. Each has a sharp eye and a sword inserted into his hips. Kate and the three women walked between them.

"Hey, hey, what's up, here..."

Elsa is complaining about bumps. It doesn't look very welcome. It was a tingling atmosphere as if we were going to the enemy land to duel. Ahead of the men, two men and a beautiful woman stood. The middle-aged man, supposedly Sofia's father, is as resilient as a pigeon, and has such a look as a master of martial arts. Next to it is a skinny man with a floating atmosphere smiling.

"I'll see you first. My name is Kate, and I'm a first-year hero (Chevalier) candidate at the Royal Knights College. I am socializing with your son, Lord Sophia."

"It is Ralph Wolfalt, head of the Wolfalt family. He asked me a lot."

"I'm Leon Volfalto. Sophia told me about you."

When she finished greeting each other as they faced each other, Kate narrowed her eyes slightly and turned to her true face.

"Now, Lord Wolfert, I'd like to ask you something."

"Well, I don't know if you want to ask me there. Be good. Ask what it is."

"Arrange the armed men left and right and let them walk in between. What the hell kind of hobby is this? It doesn't seem very courteous to the guests, though?

"Courtesy is the way people behave in order to maintain order. You intend to take as many as four holy knights at the same time (...), including my daughter. Isn't the Holy Knight and the Hero destroying the order of turn? There will be no need for such a person to be polite or otherwise."

It is a sudden denial directly from the front. Sophia, standing next to her brother, panicked unexpectedly.

"Chi, Father up. Father was convinced..."

"Shut up! This is a man and a man question"

My father drank it all, and Sophia had to shut up. I also have to shut up three people who refrain behind me more than they say "man and man". Kite responded with a cool face, then arrogantly.

"I will not be tied to such an unbridled order. The Holy Knight and the Hero are the turn... who made the decision? That is not order. It's the seclusion of the incompetent who can't even satisfy just one saint knight. Surely you would be much stronger than me if you took the sword. But if a man is born with another sword, I'm much stronger, aren't I?

That's what I said and pointed to my lower body.

"Pup......"

Leon Volfalto, standing next to him, blew it out. With a tough look on his face, his father is also shaking his shoulders. Eventually they were overwhelmed, and the two laughed grandly.

"Ha-ha-ha! No, no, I sure am. In Sochi's sword (...), Noon is not even at your feet. You took one of these."

I get banged on the shoulder. I heard he was a strict father, but apparently, at the same time, there are some lavish parts. With a smile, his father, Raul Wolfalt, turned to the truth.

"But you can't just give her the daughter of the Wolfalt family. The head of the Wolfalto family must be stronger. The child Sophia gave birth to will be raised as a candidate to succeed the Wolfalto family. I must try you as a seed."

(... this guy's a "brain muscle" too)

Kate was frightened inside, but it is a rite of passage to get Sophia. I just had to snort.

Passed to a cobblestone paddock in the Wolfalt family residence. Sophia and the others stood on kite's side, Leon and his disciples on his father's side, each down to the wall. Only two men remain in the center.

"My daughter told me that you certainly don't have the gift of a sword. But that's the end of the story. In the sword muscle dwells the figure of those who wave it. The best way to understand each other is to cross swords."

I heard the exact same words from my daughter. This parent is this daughter. We held simulated swords against each other, facing each other a few steps away. "Introduction" sounds. But Raul kept his sword, with his arms dallarious down. The kite on the other hand grips the pattern firmly with both hands and stands with a tense look.

(Hum, don't work out. But it's still immature. Now let's die prematurely. Do you want me to treat you like a sucker...)

Looking at Kate's setup, Raul thought so. The arrow tip I tried to move, Kate's gaze suddenly turned backwards. The tension has also disappeared from the face and stand.

"Oh, that..."

"Hmm?"

Raul looked back unexpectedly. But at that moment, I realized I was hooked. Moment, step back. A simulated sword plundered the neck muscle critical. Neither do the disciples know what happened. Only Raul and Leon, and Sophia, understood what Kate had done.

"Shit... that was my only chance to win."

"... I'll do it"

There was a grin on Raul's mouth.

"Hih... hih..."

Leon Volfalto, Sophia's brother, was grinning with his belly. He took his father, one of the kingdom's greatest swordsmen, a step back. That was enough to pass. The other disciples have asked questions, so I explained.

"Simply put, I deliberately missed my gaze and made it seem like something happened back there. It's been a while since I've seen such a brilliant" void ”. Maybe I'll use it next time."

"Well, isn't that a deceptive shooting?

"No, no, that's what“ technique ”is in the first place. False motion deflects the other person from consciousness, creating gaps and punching them in. Denying the void is the same as denying the move. What he showed you is fine swordsmanship. I see he's good at that."

Leon nodded funny as he stroked his jaw.

"Absolutely, that man remains the same..."

Sophia shook her head. But there is a smile in my mouth. Whatever the means, my man sent my father away. A beginner who had only held the sword for about three years withdrew the best master of the kingdom. It was close to a miracle.

"But it hurts that you couldn't decide with that. I can't beat Kite anymore..."

"Yeah. I can't do it anymore. But Kite hasn't surrendered. Look, even though they hit me, they're trying to hit me back."

Even in his audition with Sophia, Kite never made a sound. If you can be even slightly stronger, greedily seek it out. It was the same on this occasion. My father yells as I punch him in the stomach.

"Don't try to wave your sword at the dark clouds! If the opponent is stronger than you, you must protect him first. People can live if they cut off their hands and feet, but if they stick their throats out, it's over!

Though the forged sword pulls the blade and is rounding the tip, it even sounds to the bone if struck. Less than enough in time, but in the meantime, Kite was killed many times (...). Eventually, Raul notified the stop. I nod looking down at Henahena and the collapsed kite on the spot.

"An unusual sword (...) but not a distorted sword (...). It was a sword with a strong will. This would be enough to entrust my daughter. Sophia, give him his allowance."

Leon, who received the imitation sword, spoke to his father with pleasure.

"Nevertheless, I didn't expect you to leave my father... he showed me something good."

"A man without talent chosen by Sophia. There was such alarm somewhere in Non's mind. They poked me there. Certainly no sword talent. But I have another talent to make it up to. Looking forward to the future."

Swordsman Raul Wolfert laughed as he saw a man shouldered by his daughter.