Sacred Chevalier

Baron, a liquor store in the southern city of Lune, offers alcohol and knobs. It was also a well-known liquor store in Lune as a so-called "apero store". An apero is a "light drink" before a full-fledged meal. If this shop is also at dusk, the men who have finished their work gather before dinner to enjoy light knobs and wine, or stronger liquor, while in conversation.

But the barons of this day were rent out. Thirty hero (Chevalier) candidates, including Kate, gather together and appease just the man.

"Once again, then, to celebrate the successful completion of march training..."

Stefan Lansberg takes the pronunciation and toast. This time, Kate was participating as a hero, so he hardly joined the march training itself. It was Stefan who pulled everyone here. Kite isn't so busy as coming forward with an unofficial launch just for a guy.

"I'll introduce you again. Arteur, Oscar Verlaine, Paul Mirabeau. neighboring classroom but I think we'll probably be together next year"

"It's Arteur. Glad to have a drink with the head of the school year."

"Oscar Verlaine, I don't mind Oscar. Sir and I wanted to talk once and for all."

"Paul Mirabeau, Paul is fine"

"It's Kite. I know the names of Arteur and Oscar. It was rumored that the Holy Knights were Jung-young, combining intelligence, strength and vitality. It was Paul's first time, but I was surprised to hear how it was until I got to Luca. The reason I moved alone, and the background I brought to Stefans. It's good to know you."

"Thanks"

Paul replied that way without hesitation with no expression, seemingly not particularly pleased. Stefan, Arthur and Oscar just flaunted their shoulders, but it was Kite who frankly pointed out the darkness.

"Hey, Paul. Why don't you laugh a little more? If it's too dark with no expression, you're not hot, are you?

"This is my land. I'm not even going to fix it. If you're uncomfortable, take your seat off..."

"Oh, no, Sman. It's not uncomfortable. My holy knight also has a faceless girl... a woman. I know Paul is not a cold man. You care about the knights in your squad."

There is no way that a man who can take into account their feelings is just a man who is cold. "That's the kind of personality," Kate accepted Paul.

"By the way, did everyone decide their turn?

Good timing, Stefan changed the subject.

"Oh, I've already made up my mind. Clara. Good bright and cute personality. Same civilians."

Alteur laughs happily. Oscar, on the other hand, had a difficult look on his face.

"In my case, I'm actually worried. I narrowed it down to the two of us, but I need a little more time to make up my mind. Like Kate, I want to have more than one saint."

"Heh, who are those two?

"It's Feltia Flandle and Juliette Altois."

"They're both from neutral nobility, aren't they? I see..."

Kate and Arteur looked at each other. It is an unrelated story to the two civilians, such as the finesse of aristocratic society. Oscar explains the situation.

"At present, the kingdom's nobles are divided into three groups: the Javals, the Fairchilds and the Neutralists. The Viscount Verlaine family is a poor aristocrat at the end of the neutralist, but the aristocrats are still aristocrats. There are also Saint Knight candidates from the Javals and Fairchilds in the College, but you can't choose them"

"But at the time you become a hero, you will become an honorary nobleman, and you will have a different home from your parents'. Is that all you care about?

To Alteur's doubts, Oscar laughed as if he had no choice.

"Not all this. It's not about me, it's about how I see my surroundings. I'm the second son, but I can still feel the trouble at home."

"I see. There's no such thing as an aristocratic society, it's troublesome. Is Stefan's place okay? Speaking of the Counts of Lansberg, he was definitely a fair-child, wasn't he?

Kate leaned over her back looking troublesome and turned to her friend.

"I'm fine. The Lansberg family is certainly superior among the Fairchilds, but being a Fairchild is not that tight in the first place. Besides, I'm three men. Even in meetings where the Lord gathers, we are not even talking about it. I'm more concerned about Paul than that. Baron Mirabeau was a Javalist, wasn't he? What are we gonna do about Paul?

"I don't think about it. If anyone wants to be my Holy Knight, they won't refuse to come."

"... Hmm?

"Hey, Paul. Whatever it is, it's a toss."

Next to Kite, with her eyes softly narrowed, Arteur opines. But Paul spoke pale.

"I am myself banished from the Baron Mirabeau family. I have received an allowance from my Lord. I went into college to eat. If you become a hero, you won't have any trouble with the money. Regardless, I am not going to die prematurely, nor am I going to neglect my Holy Knight"

A slight irritation called chilli was born in the kite. From my previous history, I understand that the man in front of me cuts quite a bit. But something doesn't fit with me.

"What the hell did you do to me?

Stefan masterfully changes the subject of a possible collision.

"Through the Javals, he insisted that we should be neutral. When I considered the Duke of Javar and the Duke of Fairchild, the next Lord's instrumentality, I feared that the Duke of Javar could fall in the future. But suddenly it is problematic to enter the Fairchild. That's why I said we should be neutral."

"So, you're asking me for the results? Paul's out of line. How dare you?

Paul was faceless in Artur's chilling as well.

"I'm nothing, I'm not interested in the Baron Mirabeau family or anything. He was originally in a position where three men would never inherit the house, and he would have to stand alone. I'm just saying this was a good opportunity."

"Well, whatever the circumstances, my perception of Sir will change dramatically in this march training. Wouldn't there also be a candidate who would raise his hand when he became the Holy Knight of Sir?

Oscar gathers together. Paul just nodded. Kate also kept her eyes closed and shut.

"Organizing Heroes (Chevaliers) and Holy Knights (Paladins)..."

Oskar, listening to Kate, shrugged small as he held the liquor glass. A beautiful man with dark hair and blue eyes ascertains the reaction of the other two. Arteur nodded with a little redness in his face with alcohol.

"I agree. Sure, heroes are individually independent beings, but they're on the same battlefield. There will be many places where we can work together. I understand how much we can do this march together."

"Um. Our hero (Chevalier) becomes the Holy Knight and goes to battlefield. Whoever goes to which battlefield has until now been determined in the form of a" request "from the military. But that is nothing more than an insanity from the past. form a solid organization and that organization interacts with the military to determine the destination. There will be no more impossible operations biased against someone, and it will lead to an overall bottom up."

A fierce-faced friend with flax hair agrees, and Oscar also expresses his thoughts. But here, another opinion was put on the table. It was Paul Mirabeau who put it on.

"To be honest, dream stories...... right"

"You know what? Apparently Paul has an objection. Let's hear Sir's opinion."

Oscar's eyes glow cold. Paul nodded and looked directly at Kite.

"First, how do you attach approvals from active heroes? There are currently more than (d) hundreds of heroes within the kingdom, but their endorsement will be required first. The money we are getting from the kingdom is formally in the name of aid, but in essence it is a salary and a cost of living. Will they move until they pounce on the kingdom?

So once, Paul cut the words. Face each of the four, continue.

"Secondly, how do we move the kingdom, assuming we get the endorsement of the heroes? The formation of a new organisation and the granting of substantial powers to it will require the approval of the Kingdom. The kingdom's aristocratic society is divided into three factions and is fighting. Two of them, even with the patronage of the Marquis de Roglaia, a heavy town of Fairchilds and Neutralists, the military has not conferred on any faction and has its own rights. Moving the army will require the life of His Majesty the King. And finally..."

Paul asked, staring at Kite.

"Assuming we have an organization, who's going to bind it? Those who bind can move a multitude of heroes, the Holy Knight. It will be dangerous and powerful. It is extremely dangerous to have such" strength "in one human being. Not only the military, but the vast majority of aristocrats would think so. For the above reasons, I conclude that it is impossible to organize heroes"

"So listen, what conditions, if any, make it feasible?

Kate remained faceless, staring at Paul. Stefan was heartily harassed. When a friend comes up with these expressions, most of the time, it's because there's a big clash. Paul was anxious to respond.

However, there was no clash as a result. Because its contents were far beyond the expected diagonal.

"There's only one condition. That a hero (Chevalier) holds powerful power. In short, it overthrows the present kingdom, making heroes new kings, binding other heroes and holy knights. That way no one can get in the way."

"... let's just say we didn't ask. Paul, Sir seems to drink a little too much."

Oscar laughed and shook his head. You have to laugh here. Because if you don't laugh, you're going to pack Paul as treason or disrespect. Both Stefan and Arthur seemed to think the same way, laughing shoulder to shoulder.

But Kate asked in a whisper, staring straight at her.

"You... you don't like nobility?

"You hate it. You can say you hate me. He takes it for granted to be dignified and governed on the basis of priceless things such as lineage. relics of such a past should be dumped in fat pots"

"Stop it, you guys!

Alteur knocked on his desk and stopped. The liquor store is shiny. Everyone's gaze gathered to see what happened. Kate exhaled deeply, and Paul rose to his feet.

"I'm sorry. They told me it was impossible, and I got hot. Just leave it here."

"In a way, it sounds like kite. But you better be careful. We are chevaliers. The excuse of ignorant civilians is no longer acceptable."

Kate nodded, with the brightest voice she could when she stood up, and apologized to everyone.

"Oh, sman! I was just kidding and drinking too much. Never mind."

After that, it broke up with paralysis. Originally, everyone promised to dine with their own candidates. We just got together as "aperitifs" before dinner. Stephanes, who finished the apero, also rose thoughtfully.

"Hmm, the hero is the king... that's certainly not what we're talking about in public."

Elsa nodded as she bit the meat looking delicious. I don't have anything to talk about while eating, but apparently he doesn't care. Sophia, of a masculine character, nodded as she dined elegantly on the back of her tone.

"You're a dangerous man. I don't want to sound bad about my alumni of the same grade, but it's like they're burning kite"

"Right. Sure, although there are many privileged class-conscious nobles in the Javalists, their loyalty to His Majesty the King is real, isn't it? If you ask me that, it's a straight line."

"Hmm... anyone who says that in public, idiot..."

The five kites were dining in a private room in the luxury liquor store (Estamine) "Esquis" in Lune. Paul Mirabeau's offer of "Heroes Become Powerful" was, as expected, badly received by the four of us.

"Let's say, for some reason, that the hero (Chevalier) took political power. Wouldn't he be called a" Chevalier "anymore? Power is against duty, right? Do you do your duty as a hero, but also as a man of power? I don't think so."

"Right. Even the head of the Mutual Aid Organization, which I believe, would be in a position to be a former hero. As for me, I thought Lord Walter Wackenheim deserved it..."

Kate stopped her hand and thought. Paul's opinion was belly hungry, but at the same time there were parts of him that fired the target. Besides, at that time, Paul did not "disagree" but merely clarified "difficulty". Neither could Kite deny that the power of the political power was essential to change the power structure that had already been established.

"Nevertheless, don't worry about that man named Paul. But Elsa and Sasha were in the same class, right? What kind of man?

"If you say it, it's" gloomy. "Always on his own, like reading a book on the tip? It's just that your grades in seating are pretty good. Maybe it's more than kite if you're just sitting there."

"The reputation from the Saint Knight candidates is not very good. I don't know better than that."

Elsa and Sasha's answer was a half-normal assessment. Kate kept her mouth shut, remembering Paul's words.

(If anyone wants to be my Sacred Knight (Paladin), don't refuse to come)

(Maybe the only thing that's in that guy is his sense of responsibility as a hero. As one man, isn't it missing the feeling of thinking of a woman? Heroes are beings who grant the Holy Knight the protection of the Goddess. Move and activate the Holy Knight on the battlefield and support it. I just need to do that...... chill out, isn't that how you reasonably split it it? Perhaps that man, where his holy knight slept with another man, he doesn't think anything of it......)

"Kite?"

Asked by Elfina, Kate returned from her thoughts.

"What's going on? He looked scared."

Kate stared at Elfina, and then at Sofia, Elsa and Sasha.

"No, think of me as a fruit payer. I could have as many as four wonderful women as holy knights. Thank you for being my Holy Knight (Paladin)..."

To Kite bowing his head, the four of them bewildered. They interact like every day. It was a feeling that what was going on now. No matter what they say, it's not a bad feeling...

"What's going on? I can't believe I'm saying that now..."

"Uhm. Did you even eat something bad?

"No, it's about Kate, so I'm sure I'm tired of Dr. Lilia and trying to get my hands on other women,"

"Kite, I won't give you sweets if you keep your head down..."

To the reaction of each of the four, Kate laughed. I'm not going to deny the way Paul is. But it still doesn't suit me. That's what Kate thought.

Lake Pruge, southeast of Wangdu, is surrounded by warm climates and abundant forests, with aristocratic villas lined up as scenic spots since ancient times. A short distance from the villa was the mother and daughter of a house in the city of the civilians (Dengue). Her mother's name is Emmanuel, and her daughter is Adrienne. The beauty was the reputation of the whole city.

I'm a civilian, but I'm not in trouble with money. Emmanuel's late husband was a known merchant there in the South. The Chamber of Commerce was already in the hands of others, but it had left me with quite a fortune. A few more months ago, one woman came and left a lot of money behind.

(It was my responsibility to be the Dean of the College for failing to protect your daughter. Sorry......)

Behind what seemed like a victory, he apologized politely and politely, telling me more about the backdrop of things. It was an unlucky accident. The grief of mourning his eldest daughter was enormous, but he was not willing to blame the woman in front of him.

"Mother, I'm ready. Let's get to King's Landing."

"Oh, Adrienne... you don't have to rush to escape the king's capital, do you?

When would it have been that Adrienne had a smile back? Adrienne, who loved her sister, two weeks after hearing her obituary, had been blocked. I also ignored a letter from a man of the same grade that it was my turn. After a while, I had that letter in my daughter's room, so I guess I was reading it before I knew it.

The letter contained painfully acknowledged thoughts about her late daughter, and thoughts of repentance and self-reproach that she could not protect. I understood at first reading how much I loved my daughter.

If you are a mother, you can perceive how your daughter feels even if the distance is away. My daughter must have been happy. I'm sure he passed away smiling in the arms of a man who is the sender of the letter.

"First of all, I'm visiting your sister's grave, followed by a tour of Wang Du. I would love to see the college my sister went to... No, I would like to study there."

"You're going to be enrolled next September, right? It's still ahead of us. The first step is to greet the Dean of the College. And to whoever gave me that letter..."

Emmanuel grinned at her motherly beauty. Adrienne, on the other hand, swelled her face slightly, much like her sister's. Unlike my sister, who seemed weak, her personality is somewhat winning.

"I couldn't protect my sister. No man, I'm gonna hit you with one shot. That'll refresh you."

My neighbors were carrying my stuff into the carriage. I will spare the two of you their departure.

"Thank you all so much for your help. I'll never forget you guys."

Mother and daughter boarded the carriage. A large, protruding breast swayed, and silky dark hair swept into the wind.