Sacred Chevalier

Too bad I'm sitting in the dean's office facing a beautiful woman. The Dean of the Academy was rubbing his eyebrows as he slapped his elbow hanging on his chair with his fingers for a trick. But if you try me, you haven't done anything to piss me off. I sat in a chair and looked out the window caricaturally.

"Speaking of which, you haven't named me yet."

"Do you notice, late sir?

"Because you're not a student yet, I didn't think you needed to teach. But when you hear my name, stop saying those words. I'm going to this college."

"Okay. I hear you."

"Reda Factorin. That's my name. When you call me, call me Dean of the Academy, or Dr. Factorin."

"Okay. Dean of the College"

"Great. Then I'll ask you, Kite. How'd it go? The entrance exam."

"Admission is granted only after just holding hands. Honestly, I clapped it out. But there are three things I doubt. Can I ask you something?

"If only as far as I could answer."

"One. I'm Mr. Roglaia, but he said he was a college grower for the first grade. This means that she will also be in the first grade again. What that means is that the Holy Knight (Paladin) exam has already been completed. Or you don't have to. With this perception, am I wrong?

"I'm not mistaken. Candidates for the Holy Knight (Paladin) have already finished as of the thirteenth year of secondary education. The rest depends on the will of the person. While you were sleeping in the clerk's office, their entrance ceremony ended a little early. You know why, don't you?

"To show you this year's Hero (Chevalier) candidates. That's what I understood. On top of that, my second question. Due to the atmosphere of that exam, the College has strong authority over the Holy Knights (Paladins). Frankly, he has a 'big face'. I felt that way."

"Why did you feel that way?

"If it were normal, there would be senior heroes out there, wouldn't there? I think I'll fly even one of the extremes and hang my happiness on the students. But there were no 'boys' from the college there. What it means is that the main events of the College are all the responsibility of the 'Holy Knights (Paladins)'. The hero (Chevalier) is placed outside the mosquito net. And I'm in a situation where I have to spoil it. Different?

"No, I'm not. Simply put, the candidates for the Hero (Chevalier) are out of control. But I don't know what else to do. They don't fight on the battlefield. It is only a 'breeding horse' to grant protection to the Holy Knight (Paladin). Salaries are promised, but for that matter, they're cutting lives. With only a few lives left, I know what it's like to give up."

The dean corrected his posture and added words.

"Every year, about one hundred and fifty candidates for the Holy Knight (Paladin) come into this college. Meanwhile, the hero (Chevalier) candidates are at best about fifty and the majority of them fall out. At first, you learn to be a hero, don't you? But eventually I understand. That our only existence is the" Seed Horse "."

"Well, that's right. You don't have to work in particular, just hold a beautiful woman and that's the end of the role. From the side, it's an enviable job. If the life expectancy doesn't get shorter, then finally, the third question. At that time, when they saw the crystal glow, they looked at me like a monster. There was a blatant, fearful look inside. Why?"

"Oh, you haven't figured out the last part for what you've been thinking so far."

I tilted my neck. The dean stood up and turned around. Looking out the window, he asked me to whine.

"Protecting the goddess Wellos. What do you think?

"Honestly, come on. I feel unfair. Strength and beauty for women and luck for men. Luck is extremely vague. You'd be lucky to shake the dice ten times and have all the first eyes or something, but I don't even think it helps much. But still, for a normal living, it won't be that big of a problem. But when it comes to the relationship between the Holy Knight and the hero..."

"Yes. This injustice becomes a big problem. Only women fight, men are just moving their hips; some Holy Knights think so. Heroes, on the other hand, have a say. Women are given strength and beauty, more importantly" youth, "but only" luck "that they don't understand very well. Then I cut my life span and die in less than a decade. We don't get along much better than we feel unfair to each other."

But Lilia...

"She's the exception. Lilia is my classmate, no, a friend. I also know how she met her husband Paul. They loved each other. It was a really good pair. Paul is a rare and hegemonic man. I was eager to encourage you to be a hero in support of Lilia. Even though he was not so vital, he continued to support Lilia, who trains his body, eats refined things and runs on the battlefield. As soon as I graduated from this college, I headed to the battlefield and worked for nine years. It was fine."

"What is splendid! Mr. Lilia became a widow with it. I was crying thinking of my late husband. I should have lived by eating my own hands and feet to keep the woman I fell in love with from crying. I think so."

"I won't deny the way you think. I think Lilia wanted that too. But he'll live forever in Lilia. No matter how much you please Lilia, you won't be able to erase Paul."

Maybe so. That's what I thought. I held Lilia several times from the first night, but still couldn't erase Lilia's grief. What I did was preposterous, maybe it was just a man's role.

"Back to that, what might be the root cause of that injustice?

"Is it the wickedness of the otum of the goddess Wellos?

"No, I'm not. It's a man's life force. Weakness of vitality that you only have an affair once or twice a month. There's a cause here. That's why ecstasy was made. If you use the medicine twice a month, it won't be a problem. In fact, even though I use it twice a month, some men live to eighty. But not on the battlefield. The Holy Knight goes into battle like every day. They need a man's 'self-sacrifice'. Sharpen your life, devote it to one woman, and to your country. That's why they call it 'Chevalier'. That was common sense. Until now..."

I came to the truth. Because I understood what you wanted to say. The dean turned to me.

"That's where you showed up. In Lilia's story, you let countless of them go overnight. An unthinkable and inexhaustible life force in a man so far. You can continue to hold the Holy Knight every day without relying on medication or anything else and without cutting your life. A man who, without self-sacrifice, is granted protection by the Holy Knight. Can you call it" Chevalier "?

I bothered to put my arms together. I am honored because I sacrifice myself for someone. I understand that. But at the same time, I wasn't ready for that. I was only thinking about the extent to which I could be a hero without relying on ecstasy because of my strong libido. But it's a fundamental change in the way the Holy Knight and the hero are.

"The protection of the goddess given to the Holy Knight (Paladin) can be predicted to some extent. But the truth is, I can't figure it out unless the hero (Chevalier) holds me. Generally speaking, it is believed that a virgin to a more vital hero (Chevalier) will provide stronger protection. And only to intercourse with the person you have dedicated your virginity comes the patronage of the goddess. That blessing is the" strength and beauty "that every woman seeks. You know what I mean? It's not fair at first glance, but the Holy Knight is totally dependent on heroes. If you turn your back on a virgin hero, the Holy Knight is over. Their fear, as you see it, is the very potential fear the Holy Knight possesses."

"You mean that being me is too irregular. Extremely speaking, I might be able to get all the Holy Knight (Paladin) virgins of this college and hold them like every day. Normally, a one-on-one relationship becomes a multi-to-one relationship. Still can't complain. Because a man other than me won't hold his life unless he cuts it off."

"If I may add, you are a young man who will be sixteen this year. Normally, I can live for a few more decades. The Holy Knight, who has consecrated his virginity to you, will continue to gain strength without aging for decades. But at the same time, if you limit yourself, it will be the last. In order not to do so, I will desperately seek your favor. Instead of the hero devoting himself to the Holy Knight, the Holy Knight becomes devoting himself to the hero. This is a big deal, isn't it? There will be a great deal of controversy, involving the Wellos Orthodox Church."

I thought for a while and shook my head. I just thought about such a small difficulty, and it's not the rough range of my powers. Then I hope I can do it myself. For your own good.

"Honestly, you want to leave such a little difficult theology to the great people of the Church and the country. There's only one thing I want." I want to eat a lot of delicious food, "that's all."

"I can't believe it. Didn't you hear about the exam? This isn't a whorehouse. The Holy Knight isn't a whore, is he?

"From my point of view, it's something similar. Whores get money instead of selling spring. If I were a hero, my relationship with the Holy Knight would be closer to that. Instead of being fed a delicious meal, I grant the Holy Knight the protection of the Goddess. It's not a one-sided service, it's a held (give-and-take) relationship."

"You're not. Whores can choose who they want. But I can't choose the Holy Knight. I have no choice but to rely entirely on you. That's less than a whore exists. A slave."

"You sound like a slave."

The dean gave me a tongue-in-cheek look when I nodded contentedly.

There seems to have been a controversy among the teachers about my admission. But in the end, he was admitted. If an unusually powerful hero (Chevalier) ever flows to another country, it is a matter of national survival. Without trying, the "threat" of a few days ago became a reality.

"Ha, that said, it's just me. Why is it a" one room "? Well, okay."

The Royal Knights College trains Holy Knights (Paladins) and Heroes (Chevaliers). But that's not all. He also trains commanders who bind the army and bureaucrats who are active in the administration. In fact, there are quite a few people in a school year. They take exams long ago and come in carefully selected. On the other hand, exams for heroes (Chevalier) are easy. Hands on the crystal, then finish with a brief explanation (lecture). One person at a time of admission is allowed to take an oath. Stefan, who was taking the exam with me, seems to have decided to enroll.

"I aspire to be a hero (Chevalier) and pledge to dedicate myself with the Holy Knight (Paladin) for the sake of my country, for the sake of my people. In the name of the goddess Wellos!

I followed this nasty ritual the same way.

"I aspire to be a hero (Chevalier), and I pledge to dedicate myself with the Holy Knight (Paladin) for the sake of (my) country, for the sake of (my) people. In the name of the goddess Wellos!

I put an annotation in my heart and swore. For me, the country doesn't matter. The goal is to surround the Sacred Knights (slaves) like Lilia, no more delicious than that, and devour them every day as you wish. With that one effort, you can help the country and the people. After the entrance ceremony, the Saints and Heroes are provided with two uniforms and a simulated sword, as well as a lump sum. Other graduate students are aristocrats and upper classes, but many are also of civilian origin to the Holy Knights and heroes. After that, we went into the dorm, and after an explanation from the dorm manager, this day is over. When I walked into my room on the corner of the ground floor, it was a one-person room.

"Usually the hero candidates are in a room for two. There will be a lot of misery. It means encouraging each other. In your case, however, the decision to adversely affect other candidates led to a single room. Unfortunately, there's only one room on the corner of the ground floor, but it's the same size as a double room, right? The next room is empty, and you won't be bothered by the sound of things. Nice environment, isn't it?

"Uh, so you're saying that there's only room for throwing in problem children?

My guess seemed right, and the dorm manager scratched his head. In order to change the subject, men were taught the location of large baths and baths, canteens, infirmaries, etc. Leather bags I threw one personal object on my sleeping table and in a wasted large room I sighed wondering what was wrong with me.

"Don't you dare write to my father and my mother."

The seal and portable blade pen were removed from the leather bag and turned to the desk provided on the wall.

Claire Jilfeed, who keeps the infirmary, was the new incumbent who just took office this year. She was also originally a Holy Knight (Paladin), but became the Battlefield Health Officer because the "Protect" she expressed was healing magic. Allow the wounded to be brought in. Minor injuries were handled by bandages because of the limitations on the number of times healing magic was used. Was it a good idea to be in charge of hygiene? My husband's "Chevalier" didn't need to hold me so much. At least that's what he thought. In addition to wounded soldiers, patients suffering from food attacks and fever may also be seen on the battlefield. Claire was diligently treating such patients at the time. Maybe that attitude didn't make my husband like it.

"You're cutting my life expectancy and increasing others' life expectancy."

My husband's said words still stung Claire's heart. When he graduated ten years later, his husband paid back his tuition and living expenses and stepped out of the seat of a hero. At the same time, I got divorced. There are other "abandoned saints" like myself. This college employed such former saints. I was expected to have experience when I was in charge of sanitation, and I was entrusted with this infirmary.

"Ka, Mr. Kite. I'm in trouble."

The day after the admission ceremony (...), a single patient arrived quickly at Claire's. He wants me to treat his lower body. I wondered where he had cut it, and the patient suddenly started to take it off. There was a lush and splendid thing going on there.

"I have this fever every day. Honestly, I'm in trouble. Claire would do something about it."

I was getting hot on the "meat" in front of me. I've had my eyes on her since I was guided yesterday. He has a beautiful face no less than Mr. Lilia, and he seems to be somewhere less fortunate, with a kind face full of motherhood. And boobs. It is a struggle to hold on to the urge to squash. The roll was for the moment (...), I thought I'd "process" it with Mr. Claire.

"Ji, can't you do it yourself?

"It's hard. Claire said it was her mouth."

"Oh, my God, I can't believe it's your mouth."

As for knowledge, it was also in Claire. Because they learn in college classes. But I've never actually had a mouthful. The intercourse of the Holy Knight and the hero is only a ritual under the protection of the Goddess. In fact, there was little comfort in having intercourse with her broken up husband. Claire finally broke to a student desperately appealing to her.

"Yes, just once."

Claire knelt down on one knee, scratched up her hair and opened her mouth.

Looking down at the "ex-wife" serving herself, I was satisfied with the achievement of the first stage. Then all that is left is for you to take this bamboo.

"Ko, is this okay?

"It's great. Please, lick it and stare at me."

Claire, as she was told, crawled her tongue on the tip and stared at me. Align your gaze.

(Yikes! This is good. Claire, you're a genius to please a man)

Eventually, Claire started rubbing her crotch. My instincts are being stimulated. From here on out, just like last time. I suddenly pushed Mr. Claire down.

"Ah! No! Damn!"

"I want it. I want Mr. Claire!

"Kite, please! Stop it already!

Turning her clothes, her plunging tits appeared. Bury your face in that valley. I quickly peeled my lower body out and pierced it all at once.

"Yikes!"

Claire screams. But there's no one near the infirmary, no help. Move your hips and start to covet. Suck on your chest and indulge in its elasticity.

"Delicious, Mr. Claire's meat, so delicious."

Eat Claire fully, leaking an exclamation. Eventually, the luster began to mix with Claire's voice. Apparently, he's feeling it.

"No, what, what? Why?"

"It feels good, doesn't it? Mr. Claire. I feel good, too. Let's both feel better, shall we?

"Why, what are you doing? It's a ritual, but no."

"This is a ritual. So as much as possible, let's have a nice ritual."

I'm obsessed and greedy again. Claire's voice keeps picking up. Open your eyes once at the deepest end. But I can't shrivel at all. He releases a second or third time, shaking into his boobs. Each time Claire cramped, feeling like she was at the top.

"Please forgive me already."

On the bedside of the infirmary, naked and connected. "Luckily," he said, there were no injuries today. After a few hours, no one comes to the infirmary. I whispered in Claire's ear as she connected in her seat.

"If you're going to" treat "me from time to time, I'll forgive you, won't I?

It's a cure. It's a cure.

Claire has a vain look on her face. overlapping lips and staring at each other.

"Look, you know what I mean, right? By treating me, Mr. Claire is being treated, too. You're prettier than you were earlier, aren't you?

"Awww, that's really, really protective. Why? Why?

"Because I held him. If I hold you, Mr. Claire, you'll get protection again, won't you? We can go back to the Holy Knight."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh."

Claire's clinging. Along with the satisfaction of conquering my ex-wife, I let it go.