Sacred Chevalier

I was in the deep woods. The smell of the beast is drifting on one side. Eventually, Sole showed up. He bends his giant body covered in bristles and looks at this one with red and black eyes. It was an unforgettable Wesen.

"I've been waiting for this moment (when)... I have no resentment for you yourselves, but you (...) have it. I'll kill you and eat you!

A man with scorched tea hair sparkled his eyes and pulled out his sword. The roar of the beast echoed. The wild beast's intent to kill pierced him, and he shrugged himself. But the man distorted his mouth. I slowly took a step forward, and began to run. A man enters in between Wesen. A terribly powerful nail is swung down. The man waved his sword and intercepted it...

"Huh..."

Sasha awakened her eyes there. Rise and shine. Elsa was sleeping on the next sleeping table. Sasha left the room quietly because the toilet was also co-located in the dormitory of each of the two rooms.

………

Think while "picking flowers (pissing)". Should I tell Kite about my current dream? But in my dreams, I didn't see the result. If I told you, would you be able to avoid it? Sasha shook her head thinking a little. Because instead of dodging, you must be happy to look for Wesen.

"Don't let Kite go to the back of the woods...... talk to the other three"

Sasha shrugged small as she made a water noise with Pisha Pisha.

Second grade hero candidate Stephane Lansberg was busy flying around. First gather Kate and the remaining 48 hero candidates, except yourself, for a meeting. Compared to Kate, Stefan has a wide range of socializations. In particular, Arteur, from the civilian population, and Oscar Verlaine, from the Viscount family, were going to take this opportunity to introduce Kite.

"Five gold coins is a lot of money from me as a civilian. But as Lansberg put it, if you spend a month with this, including travel expenses, I know you won't forgive me. But thank you for talking about money."

"Twenty gold coins for three Holy Knight candidates combined. If you try to travel with just four people, half will disappear even if you borrow a carriage. The whole school year, it should be considered a transfer of 194 people. If so, it would be nice to have a large luggage truck without a front or something. You can sort on a team basis, pack your bags and put them on a different luggage."

"Assuming two teams get in one luggage car, it's 49 people, so I guess 25 cars. One will be lighter, so let's put some luggage on it, etc. It also carries water, food, etc., so maybe 40 overall."

Artur scratched his head. He's not that tall, but has flax hair, chestnut eyes, and a neat face that's a little wild. Oscar Verlaine, on the other hand, is a slender, tall beautiful man with dark hair and blue eyes. Now that Stefan has obtained a partner named Aphrodisiac, these two are the most popular from the second-year Saint Knight candidates.

"So what does our chief saint say? It's about that man. Even if the dean stabbed you with a nail, didn't he say something?

Oscar heard with a thin smile. Stefan nodded and took out the paper.

"He stabbed me in the door of my room last night. It's a letter from Kate. Uh... one thing, negotiate directly with a broker, not a Wangdu retailer. You can count on the head of the Gulp Chamber of Commerce named Marco Borfes. Two, plan a place to rest and a place to eat. Don't forget where to change horses again. Three, I think moving luggage cars from Luca's settlement to Lune is an opportunity. Tell him I'll carry his fur and other luggage cheap, and take the money from the hunter. And finally, definitely get back safe. Withdraw immediately if you think you can't..."

Artur and Oscar looked at each other. Written within yesterday means we were reading how we move. Alteur laughed bitterly.

"Oh, boy. That's why they were reading it completely. That's the chief hero."

"I'm glad the man wasn't the enemy... but the enemy might have the equivalent. Chasing a man's back is not a hobby, but it takes a lot of effort to catch up with him."

(With these two, I'm sure they'll succeed. Because you can't always rely on Kate's wisdom)

Looking at them, Stefan thought so.

The Cardinals had a harrowing look on one report at the "supreme review conference" held once a month at Le Grand Main Mountain in the Grand Orthodox State of Welos, adjacent to the southeast of the Kingdom of Holy Fersis.

"They're starting to build a weapon called this cannon, not only in the empire, but even in the kingdom. Sooner or later, the Holy Knight and the Hero will disappear from the battlefield, and the performance and number of weapons made by men will determine the battlefield. Then the influence of our Weros Church will also be small"

"Crossbow guns and stone throwers are launched by the power of people at the end of the day, even though they use pulleys and harpoons. But this cannon is different. They use something called gunpowder, but its power is vastly beyond people. Moreover, because it is a tool, its power will increase with time. It could be enough to easily burn down a battlefield, a city. It's a force beyond a man's height."

"But the Turmakian Empire is not so pervasive in our power. In particular, the Crown Prince Austro Tormakia intends to abolish the State religion itself and to prohibit the Church from engaging in political affairs (i.e. every single thing). How do we stop this cannon from spreading?

Discussions continue with Hisohiso. The Greater Orthodox State of Welos has spread Weloscience and political influence as the two powers, the Kingdom and the Empire, harm each other. Especially in the Kingdom, it is positioned as a state religion, and the Church has gained a privileged position, such as tax-free measures and extraterritorial powers. All because the "symbol of the goddess" - hero and holy knight - occupied an important place on the battlefield. The emergence of "firearms" could have threatened the very influence of the Church.

"... Eliminate Austro Tormakia and place the Noias of the Second Crown Prince in the next emperor. And how about we ban the manufacture of artillery, gunpowder?

The voice leaks from more than one voice. The Cardinal in the matter continued his words.

"Reports say Bergarard Faranx, who protects the North, hates cannons. Now is the time to start manufacturing artillery as a countermeasure, but if the Empire abandons artillery, it will be difficult to make the kingdom imitate it. On top of that, let the kingdom destroy the empire."

"Are we going to change the traditional policy of letting them compete with each other?

"People can't easily throw away tools they've had once. Again in the future, the cannon will not necessarily appear on the surface. Then it would be better to destroy the empire itself and erase all of the cannons. Within the kingdom, there will be many ways to stretch our power"

Agreed voices leak from multiple sources. A man like the chancellor took the vote. Then move on to the next agenda.

"Next, then, a response to the Knights College of the Kingdom..."

"It would be better to observe it statically for the moment. Something about last year, and it seems pretty tingly. If we move, we won't cause extra doubt."

"But what about this guy named Kite? The report seems to have strong vitality enough to welcome as many as four holy knights. It doesn't fit into the boundaries of previous heroes."

"Sure, but aren't you just alone? Sometimes there will be such anomalies. Otherwise the vast majority of heroes live in the protection and constraint of the goddess Wellos. Where one anomaly came from, don't you need to consider it dangerous?

The response varies, such as those who snort or arm each other. The chancellor-like man took out the paper.

"Sure, that would be fine if it was just life force, but this guy has another face. This man could change the way he's a hero, right?

All faces are pointed at men. The paper was a report from a different route from the investigators who were letting them dive into the Knights College. The man stroked his chin beard and laughed low.

"Apparently, this" kite "man is trying to bind the heroes, the Holy Knights, in the kingdom. Unlike our Weros Orthodox Church, we are planning to create a new organization."

The Cardinals look at each other. One laughed with his nose.

"But you had a similar move over ten years ago. At that time, we should have turned our hands behind us and crushed them. You should do that this time."

However, the opinion was dismissed without hesitation. The report had shown that the way in which it was done was impossible.

"That's not how it works. Anyway, this man is going to have an affair every day. It doesn't go the way of sending them to the front line to keep them working and reducing their life expectancy with medication. Different digits of vitality."

"Then you can send in an assassin. Interpretation is a college student. It would add a few gaps."

"You forgot? You're surrounding four saints, aren't you? Send in an assassin, what if they capture him? It's not easy to grip it. The Duke of Fairchild family is behind this kite. Where we have taken root, the kingdom cannot be ignored without clear evidence and witnesses"

………

So much so that the other Cardinals began to realize the seriousness of the matter. Only one college student is about to have the power against us at some point. And it wasn't easy to stop it.

After everyone shared the perception, the chancellor-like man made his point.

"It would at least be fortunate that this kite was a graduate student. In short, you just have to make him give up. Or we can work together. A young man. Feed the beauty and the money, and you can be as flexible as you want."

"I see. So you attack with your bare hands. Sure, killing the Fairchilds is just short notice, more than having them behind you. Send the Cadet of the Holy Knight as an operative from the Orthodox Church to serve him as the fifth Holy Knight of this man. Or try to be flexible through the breathtaking Marquis, the Count… there are many ways to do it."

At this time, the centre of the Weros Orthodox Church had not yet noticed. To the fact that it was none other than ourselves who created the kick-ass that created the current kite...

Walter Wackenheim and his wife Gratina were resting in the city of Lune in the southern part of the Holy Fersis kingdom. In a fierce battle on the Kabachi Plains, Walter carried out a series of doses of drugs. It was a dangerous act that could reduce life expectancy, no matter how vital a person was. Gratina collected herbs herbs herself, brewed herbal water that drained toxins from her body, and was in the care of her husband. It was also worth it, and Walter had recovered considerably.

"It's all right now. My heart sounds calm, and my savings don't hurt. You took care of him."

My husband says so, but Gratina was anxious. We're already close to forty years old. My husband's vitality is also gradually weakening. If I kept taking any more pills, it could have led to death.

"You... maybe it's time to retire? The next generation is growing up, including Kite. There seems to be no war for a while, and I think we can consider retiring..."

For the couple, this is not the first time this story has happened. Over the past few years, my wife had been talking to her husband about her retirement. There is enough storage to play and live even after a few rebirths. But Walter's answer is always the same.

"I'm a chevalier. Heroes live on the battlefield. At the end of the day, I want to die in battle."

Until now my wife has backed down with those words. Somewhere, my husband thought he could survive. But not this time. I couldn't forget the Battle of the Bee Plains ahead.

"This summer's battle has never been the same. That General Faranx lost, didn't he? The next battle should be more awesome, right? No matter how much you are, you could really die this time. Please, retire already!

"... Tina. I've been a hero for twenty years running the battlefield. I gave you the power of the Holy Knight, devised and directed measures, and made you commit numerous killings. Even with this hand, I've killed more people than I can count. That's not how I get off because I might die."

Gratina shut up. Praised as the legendary hero, the mightiest saint, it also meant that it had committed so many killings. My husband's right, maybe I'm not allowed to escape the chain of hatred. But still, Gratina wanted to scream.

(Are we not allowed to? I don't want to be extravagant. I just want to have a peaceful and peaceful day with my husband. That's just it...)

When there is nothing more to be done, the action of a woman is always one. Gratina just cried. Walter hugged him from behind and continued to endure that whimpering.

"Stefan is at the center of this, and he's making a pretty wrapped up move. Looks like we can all break through this. Just to be sure, you didn't do anything, did you?

"Of course. I didn't do anything."

Lilia Shrisp, the Dean of the College, gazed half-eyed at the disciple who replied with Shilleh.

Decided to lie. If you say, "Don't do it," it is this disciple who does the opposite. I must have put in some wisdom pockets, careful not to find out.

I was so sure, but Lilia nodded silently. And teach what the disciple in front of you cares most about.

"Nothing unusual about Luca's settlement, the city of Lune, or the Archdiocese. There are no plans to transfer prisoners, and there are no reports that we have seen unidentified groups. As a precaution, heroes and holy knights will be placed along the banks of the river separating the forests, and troops will be placed in key locations. Most importantly, it's the cadets who command it, and while it's mainly apprentice soldiers in training who look around, it will have an effect."

"Dr. Lilia. If, when that bear comes out..."

"You want me to come out?

"If it is. When you come out, it's good to fuck you, right?

Lilia silenced for a while, sighing and nodding.

(What if it comes out? It must be decided to come out (...). Because a lucky hero (Chevalier) is more eager for it than anyone else...)

I earnestly hoped that the disciple in front of me would not be paranoid.

On the desk, a wave of sword is placed. A masterful craftsman has worked out a delicacy. The kingdom's best master also admitted it was a "good sword". Kate inserted the sword into her waist and grabbed the pattern. With the sound of shah, a radiant sword body appears.

"Thank you, Father..."

It is a sword forged by his father, Draig, to celebrate his progress into the second grade. The mother received a wound medicine that worked well. I see my face on my sword body. But his eyes haven't seen his face. What we were looking at was a wesen living in the woods we were about to head to. The dean told me. It was also noted by the professor. They were also opposed by their own Saints. But still, Kate was eager. Again, he wants to be relative to that bear...

"Watch me, Roxanne... I will, I will win!

The face shown on the sword body had a distorted mouth.