Sacred Chevalier

The Kingdom of Holy Fersis is a rich country when viewed as a whole, but its degree of development naturally varies. Industry is less developed, especially in the Northwest. Wheat cultivation and dairy farming are practised in the province of Parkshire, known as the border, but the population was small and, better still, "pastoral" and, worse still, "undeveloped" land.

Grobner, the deputy depositing that province, is a man who graduated from the administrator's program with so much grades, dotted several workplaces, and finally became the deputy of the province after fifty. The future of this man, with only mediocre abilities and a thin uplifting mind, was visible. Spend a few years in this rustic Parkshire province and retire, burying bones in the land as they are. The two children were already independent and were meant to spend the rest of their lives in the garden, growing vanilla and other things, non-billy, with their accompanying wives and three old mothers.

"And yet... why are you doing this..."

Take your head and sigh heavily. I wanted to throw everything away and escape to a raid by an armed group that broke in from a Ursus infiltration site. Grobner, who did not even have the courage to commit injustice, has worked seriously as a deputy. There were no notable achievements, and there were no failures. Suddenly a trial descended on such a "picturesque self of mediocrity".

"Lord Grobner! Give martial law to the villages that have not yet been raided. That and the mobilization of the provincial soldiers. Ask Lord Jakovan for help!

"Ah, ah. Right."

Grobner nodded at the clerk's yelling in such a weak way that he didn't think it was roughly a "prefectural decree". Summon a general to bind the provincial soldiers guarding Parkshire Prefecture. In no time, a man over thirty came to the office.

Raoul Jakovan is a child of a concubine, albeit of aristocratic origin, and a nonexistent child. As a title, he is a "general", but his authority and reality are only to the extent that "captain" has grown hairy. Regardless, he was an innocuous man with no connection to his glorious work on the battlefield, to the extent of what a secular injustice he was to wear a slight spring by reducing all pieces of meat from rationed food.

"Ja, Lord Jakovan! Massive bandits are raging around. As soon as possible, I want prefectural soldiers mobilized to crusade! This is a prefectural decree."

With a glimpse, Grobner made a crusade request to Jakovan. Although it does not rely on provincial ordinances, it must comply with publicly established powers. Jakovan agreed with things like reluctance.

Saying it was daytime, the men slept naughty. After eating, drinking, and committing and gang-raping a woman, she only sleeps. With that sidelined, Ilham Sinan was thinking with stones on the ground.

"Is it time for the enemy to move? The information says it's about 2,000, but I wonder what's wrong..."

Even when it comes to combat groups, they are just wildlings who were skirmishing on Ursu platforms. Its equipment is poor, about the thickness of the blade spilled sword and the beast skin. If you bump into a regular soldier, it'll just collapse in time. Sinan stood up and rode the horse.

"Coming around a little bit. I want to check the terrain. Tell Gullan that."

That's what I talked to the man who was awake and held the reins.

Parkshire province on the north side of the kingdom is close to the Lisluna Mountains, with many rocks and wastelands. Raoul Jakovan, who was rewarded for his scouts, led 2,000 soldiers in pursuit of the Gulans Bandits. On a small high hill in a wasteland where no grass was growing, the enemy was forming a formation. Is the man on the horse the leader? But there is no other horseback riding. There is no flag or anything like it, but it is a seemingly narrow outfit that I said bandits.

Jakovan saw what it looked like, and his inner fear disappeared. It's a lot, but it's a bunch of bandits. Though this is a country soldier, this is a regular soldier overlaid with soldiers. They have swords, spears, armor and shields. If you get hit properly, you can't lose.

"Attack the villages that lived carefully and peacefully, take their stored grains, grab livestock, hang women and children in their hands... don't think of them as humans! Don't let any of them live and give it back! Show him the strength of the Royal Army and educate him thoroughly so he never thinks about anything stupid again!

"Hoo!!

The soldiers raised their voices with their eyes glistened. Jakovan, the cautious, was also fierce, not even in the pattern. Clear justice is on me, and abominable evil is in front of me. And we can slaughter our enemies with overwhelming force. In this situation, everyone would not hesitate to wave their fists down. Jakovan raised his sword, flew out loud, and waved it down.

"All armies, assault wih!!

Two thousand people rush out simultaneously. In the wake of an assault by a regular soldier who stripped him of his killing temper, Guran on the horse was diligent to contain the rising fear. But you can't put that on the table. Eat up the giri and the teeth.

"You're laughing, aren't you?

I misled how well it looked. My men nod in relief at the reliable appearance of the leader. But he is desperate. He held his fist in and raised his arm to avoid being distracted by the tremor on his fingertips.

"Temehe et al! Prepare to throw stones!

Prepare a stone thrower made of crude strings and leather and start wielding fist large stones. A creepy sound called Hyun-hyun echoed on the hill. Everyone has a fierce grin on their mouths.

"Let go of me!

With the decree of Guran, his men release the stones towards the sky simultaneously. Black shadows fly through the sun. The soldiers stopped when they saw a black object jump up from the hill in unison. The next moment,

Zugagggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

The stones poured down simultaneously. It is not fatal because it has a helmet, but it is painful. Those who hit their arms, feet, or faces were extinguished on the spot. Immediately a second and third shot is emitted.

"Put your shield up! Set up a dense formation to protect each other!

The soldiers were overwhelmed and dense to cover each other.

"You're clapping when you're so calculated..."

Hiding in a narrow rock on the side of the hill, Ilham Sinan had a bitter laugh. The bandits hate restraint. It is difficult to soldier bandits who are untied by nothing and know the taste of singing freedom. So Sinan didn't create complicated formations, discipline, etc., but appointed several summarizers to thoroughly train the offense. You can give yourself an easy-to-understand order and create a situation where you can execute it. And now, exactly that situation was emerging.

"Stupid. With such a fragmented density in the field, each of them is well destroyed. Blow the horn. Let's get out of here! Hit the sides of the enemy and confuse them!

With the sound of Bwar, 500 Sinans were attacked from the side. At the same time Guran munched into the horse. Take the lead and run down the hill all at once.

"Son of a bitch! Do it. Huh!

The infantrymen panicked once and for all at the enemy soldiers who suddenly appeared from the side, plus 1500 enemies rushing down from the hills. Sinan cleverly pierces and deprives the soldier of his ability to succeed.

"As trained, fight in pairs! Don't force me to kill you. Slashing your hands and feet is enough!

Humans don't die easily. If you stab him in the stomach, he might grab it. If they do, they will be slashed while they pull out their swords. So aim for your hands and feet. Pain awakens people from enthusiasm and evokes fear. Anyway, in the field, you can win by simply taking away the enemy's will if there is no aftermath in a siege battle, etc. That was Sinan's calculation.

The soldiers, who were ambushed and subjected to further momentum rushing down from the mountains, fell into a state of defeat at once with their hips pulled. Then he chases after him and cuts him off his back. One, another, and the soldiers fall.

"Hih... Hih, no, no!

Jacovan turned the horse upside down with a pitiful voice. Run away first. Nearly half of them surrendered to Gullan, including those who were slashed in the back, those whose legs had been slashed and they could no longer walk.

"Take off all your helmets, armor, spears on your sword, etc. Take off your clothes, too. I'll just leave you guys with your lives and one pair of underwear."

Strip the bodies of the surrendered soldiers and leave them behind. I will not take you prisoner. Because I can't make allowance for the injured, and it's hard to feed them.

"Son of a bitch, this is gonna be a mess!

"Each platoon leader reports the number of dead and wounded. It doesn't matter while you retreat."

Run away without hesitation once you have accomplished your purpose. The Gülans. One party retreated just as quickly as a bandit.

The torn provincial soldiers in Parkshire were immediately reported to the Wang Capital. Along with that, the aristocrats with territories in the northeastern realm of the kingdom also move. William Loguire had a melancholy look on his face.

"On the arrow tip, which was also increasing the guards with the advice of Kate, is this noise? Damn...... last year is a good year, what a noise it's getting. So, how many soldiers can you get out?

"The total force in the territory is about one thousand and five hundred. Five hundred must remain in order to maintain a minimum security system. A thousand men will be the limit."

Listening to the captain of the guard, William sighed. The fact that there are only a thousand troops that can be put out in the position of Marquis also involves his face as a nobleman. It should have retained about 3,000 troops. Instead of maintaining law and order with the fear of force, crime should be prevented by comfort and education. That was the idea of the territorial management of the Roglia family. For this reason, the inhabitants have also lived in this land for generations, and the distance of the lord inhabitants is extremely close. As for the thousand soldiers, William knows the names of each and every one of them.

"I don't mind scratching shame. The face may be crushed. If I can do it, I don't want any of you to die. Everyone is a valued citizen of Rogue Laia."

"But this is a death sentence from His Majesty the King. Other nearby houses, such as the Marquis de Leblanc, the Earl of Piana and the Baron Duma, will also send out soldiers. It's not like we don't just give it away..."

"I understand. All the houses are here, the Lord himself will stand. I have to leave, too."

"At the very least, if you had a hero (Chevalier) and a holy knight (Paladin), you'd be facing another house..."

"I don't know what else to do. Fortunately, we have enough food stockpiles. With fewer soldiers, we can only serve more food than the rest of the house."

There, Gabrielle, a family order, came in modestly knocking on the door. I have a single seal on hand.

"Sir. I'm getting a letter from Kate."

At first reading, William didn't think, he held his eyeballs.

In early April, when he heard reports that a group of bandits had broken the provincial soldiers in Parkshire, Kite began to move at the speed of a sickness thunderstorm. As soon as he had put out his use on each side during the day and told them that he would participate as part of the Marquis de Roglia family, he appeared at the military headquarters. in order to pay tribute to the Minister of Military Affairs, Rudjandr. A Knight Graduate cannot go to battlefield if it is meant to be. It was recognized as an exception because of Kite's registration as General Faranx's chief of staff, his second grade chief of the Cavalier Graduate School, and his near-completion of the second grade.

"No, no, Noon won't do anything. I was just talking to you."

A man fattened like a pig is laughing with a terra terra glowing his forehead. The Dean took me to military headquarters, and the first time Kite met Lujandor, the first thing I thought was...

(Since when did military headquarters become a pig farm?

But Lilia bowed her head carefully and said a word of thanks.

"With Your Excellency's help, the Knights College has also managed to maintain its independence. If it's him, I'm sure he'll live up to your expectations."

"As for Non, I'd rather have dinner with Lilia."

Visually rape Lilia like licking her with cloudy eyes. The intent to kill is coming in. You want me to snap your neck and make you a pork skewer? But Lilia stepped on me before my intent to kill changed.

"Nevertheless, I didn't expect to lose to a bunch of bandits… we have to tighten up soldiers in the local prefecture"

Haven't you noticed the silent exchange between Lilia and Kate, Rugendle spilled his stupidity by arming himself over a depressed and protruding belly. At first glance, it seems like a public discourse.

"I know you were cautious, but doesn't that mean they were stronger than you expected?

To Lilia's words, Rugendle nodded and turned his face to Kite.

"What do you think of Lord Chevalier?

I wanted to get out of this room, even as soon as I could. If you ask two thousand people, it will be obvious that their opponents are no longer just bandits. The Minister of Military Affairs should understand the extent of this. Apparently, the pig in front of you is on par with the pig all the way to his head.

But you can't take such a stance against the powerful. Kate put up with the sigh and showed off her thoughts.

"As Dr. Lilia was told, there must have been some alarm. But the cause of defeat is the latter. Even if you weren't alarmed, you probably would have lost."

"Hmm? You think the bandits who were rampaging on their own like in the lawless zone have that much power?

Lujandor shook his belly with pleasure. But there are signs of worthy observation in those eyes. Kate felt slightly uncomfortable. Doesn't this man understand everything and dare fall in love? To gauge myself.

But I can't talk here any more than I've started to say. State your thoughts as they are.

"They are not bandits. Two thousand people are armed and moving under one will. Nothing but the Army. The man who is binding must have a generator. And I have an excellent staff to support it. This is no longer a crusade. It's War. I'm going with that readiness."

"I see, I see... no, I'm ready to look up. That's second grade chief. You expect to be active on the battlefield, don't you? Good luck..."

Lujandor was laughing in a leery way to the end.

"Too much chatter, kite."

On his return carriage, Lilia Shrisp coached her disciples with a rare and harsh look. Kate didn't understand what she shouldn't have done.

"How did it feel to see Minister Lujandor?

"My first impression is" pigs in pig farms ". The impression along the way is" annoying pigs, "and the last impression is" creepy pigs. "

Lilia sighed hu. That I would have thought so, I felt myself sitting next to it. In other words, it is passed on to the other person as well. Unless he acquires the wisdom to conceal this fierce part, this disciple may one day destroy himself. Some say, "A wise man drowns in wisdom."

"Minister Lujandor was a poor aristocrat, but also a nonexistent. Since I was a kid, I've been a tall guy, not good at exercising, not good at looking, not good at flattery. Such a man went up to the heavy town of the kingdom. Wouldn't that be awesome?

"You're good at it, right? Does that mean I made it stand out when I put up a handle while avoiding responsibility......?

Lilia groaned her disciple's cheek. When I was training in my own house, I was instructing like this every day. This disciple has too much wisdom and mouth.

"Yikes!"

"Is this mouth really... surrounding the Holy Knights, in good shape? Looks like we're gonna need some moxibustion in a while, huh?

Kite wept in her eyes as she thought she could cut a thousand pieces. Lilia whispers and tells her to listen.

"Why don't you imagine a little bit about how amazing it is to be a 'world leader' in an aristocratic society? You are certainly smart. But it's shallow. Observation, situational judgment, self-control… None of that is far from the feet of Minister Rujandor at your time. It's all been noticed that you were fooling around on the inside and that you were willing to kill. On top of that, I was trying to draw your thoughts by asking what you didn't even think. The other person understands you, and you don't seem to understand them. Even though you're a complete loser, you don't even realize you lost. This is a good opportunity. Every time you act shallow in the future, I'll give you a tight cage."

My hands are finally let go. Rubbing her reddened cheeks, Kate remembered today's interaction again. Indeed, it is as they say. I barely understand them. But Lujandor asked himself in a leisurely manner and tone, making him think perky. If that was all an act, and he was dressed up as Lei, while intriguing and valuing his opponent's tricks, appearance, and content...

"Minister Lujandor has been sitting in the chair of the Minister of Military Affairs for many years. There are plenty of people who want to smoke him. However, the person has steadily achieved results while oblivious to the noble society of the Magic Buddha without showing any such appearance. Remember, that's what true sage is."

If you're only a seventeen-year-old, you can't help it. I don't even think so, but Lilia dared to ignore the thought. If we do not make him realize firmly here, sooner or later his disciples will be crushed.

Kate herself snorted silently at Lilia's teachings as to whether she felt anything.

Sipping a sweet cup of tea in the clerk's office, Lujandor had a character review about a young, sophisticated hero candidate.

"I see. Sure don't lose your head. He's got a strong vitality, and he'll make an excellent hero (Chevalier). But that's it. I can cut my head off, but I don't think I know how to use my head. The pinnacle of stupidity, such as putting your emotions on the table to the point where they are tempted..."

Just being smart, noble society cannot live. Strong self-control is required to hide emotions. From Lujandor's point of view, Kite was too young. The stupidity of youth is the gradual disappearance of being rubbed by people. That's how children turn into adults. In that regard, Kate was only a child.

"Well, it will work in this fight. It also creates a variety of reactions. That man may also stir up the military a little..."

Wasn't sweet enough, Rugiandre added more sugar.

In early April 488, the kingdom history, Kate left the king's capital, led by four saints and former saint Claire Roselite. After obtaining information from Bergard Farranks at the Great Fortress of Varihardt, he is scheduled to head east and join the Roglia army in front of entering Parkshire Prefecture.

"At the end of June, the ceremony of the hero and the Holy Knight takes place. Restore Parkshire in two months. You think that's possible?

Inspired by the Dean of the College, the kites go all the way north. So Kate was going to meet an unexpectedly powerful enemy...