Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"You've come a long way, Doyle!

"You don't have to run away."

If you turn to the place that was designated at the time of the appointment, you will be entangled in the lute as soon as you follow. The square is already ready for a handicap overflight, and wild horses are gathering a lot. Among the hedges that were able to surround the square with the handicap were Seniors Leo and Lutze and Eleonora, as well as His Royal Highness with Dr. Hengst and Jin.

I don't know what His Highness is thinking right now, staring at this one without any expression on his face. But still, this is how I was relieved by the appearance of His Highness, who apparently came to see me worried. I was anxious to know what I would do if they had totally abandoned me, but I guess telling me you'd stay here means you care about me a lot.

"We can afford it now, too! There's no way I'm gonna lose for you on horseback!

As soon as I exchanged words at the beginning, Lute shouted that he had cut the paralysis at me for ignoring Lute's presence and observing the surroundings. Before I open my mouth to Lute, who tells him that as he stares at this one, Ballado is about to move, so I stop him with my eyes.

I think Ballado overprotective who reacts just because I was a little badly told to say it was so much of a battle I got before I came here. You don't have to worry so much, there's no way me and Bran are gonna lose to Lute.

"You don't have to try, do you?

"Say it! I'm the one who wins!

Seeing Lute yelling at me, I think you're one thing more powerful than His Highness. They might think I could afford that if they knew inside me, but honestly, whatever they told me, I didn't feel like losing.

Lute's chestnut-haired horse is also a good horse, but inferior to Blanc. Even horseback riding technology would certainly possess more skills, but there is a huge difference between me and Lute's physical abilities, and I acquired a skill called [The Human Horse] yesterday.

[The human horse as a whole], as its name suggests, is a skill that unites the horse with the body and mind. Because the speed and leg strength of the horse is corrected by the ability of the rider to communicate more easily, the blanc of the primary product is originally corrected proportionally to my ability value.

In my last practice yesterday, I beat up the fastest time in the history of this school.

Ballad watched me again with suspicion when he suddenly jumped out of the oxer disorder of the last, even though he said he was falling apart scattered, but managed to mislead me. Well, in the end, Ballado was switched on as usual and praised me, so I don't think there's a problem.

You didn't expect a day to come when you'd be relieved of the appearance of Balad praising me.

I remember yesterday and I think so. It didn't seem like a quiet ballad or anything in me, as His Royal Highness wasn't kind to me. He's used to Balad's bizarre behavior. I'm a little worried about myself, but it's not harmful to me, so let's just say it's okay.

We should focus more on the lute in front of us now than on that. I told Lute earlier, but I don't know if I have to try the battle. No matter how much you think you can afford it, you don't know what's going to happen. I should intercept Lute with all my might, as there was the word "lion punch punch punch" in previous life.

If so, I'd like to get ahead of it if I can.

After all, Lute seems to have an unparalleled confidence in equestrianism, and the winning chances would be even higher if he showed me to score a goal with no mistakes ahead of time and upset me psychologically.

It may be cowardly thinking, but even Lute has challenged battles in areas he is absolutely confident of winning. Me and Lute would be fifty hundred steps.

Being on the bran with that in mind, I see a confident lute in a way that inevitably looks down. Luckily, Lute is looking down on me, and if he's so confident, he's going to give up ahead quickly.

Shall we begin, Lord Lute?

"Right. Come on, I'll settle for you!

"Okay, let's get started................ By the way, I'm already on board, so can I stay ahead of you?

"Huh! Do as you please. Later or later, the results will remain the same."

"Then sweeten to your words and let me precede you"

As I thought Lute gave way ahead pleasantly, so I head to the sweet start point for your words. It is nevertheless a great deal of confidence. Well, it may be a natural attitude if you look at me in the middle ages, but I still don't think Your Highness can leave it to Lute, who's trapped in the past and who won't change my ratings for watching that mock fight.

I guess there's something Lute can't even give way to when he says he wants to be a nobleman. I'm just a fool and I can't stand at the top of the middle section, and Lute came to His Royal Highness in that situation where one wrong step might have ended up just being unhappy. I'm sure he has a reason to rush the epistle. That's what takes calm away from Lute.

But for whatever reason, I don't want to be stood cheap next to my precious childhood training.

What makes the noise so loud that it drives the lute so far? When this battle was over, Ballado decided to look into it, and I was at the starting point.

Dr. Hengst seems to be doing the signal for the start, and he looks worried about me from a little further away.

"Blanc."

'Yes! I'll take care of it, sir!

"Of course. I trust you more than any horse. That's why I left it to you?

"Pleasure!

Bran is ready to sigh excitedly at my words despite their simplicity. Fault overflights that flew once before coming here were fast enough to make it unfortunate that they didn't measure time.

I remember Bran in the morning, who ran so well that I thought he'd put out a new record, his mouth unwittingly loose.

"Why don't we put out a new record anyway? Bran."

'I'll take care of it! No horse is faster than me!

"Right. You're the best, Bran."

"Your husband!

I activate my skills while doing plenty of candy on Bran before I start. [Chopper] and [Heavenly Running Horse], as well as [Humane Horse Integration]. As soon as I did, it felt like I was standing on the ground with my own feet. An exhilaration that overlaps with nature and bran for breath and heartbeat, with no gap for anxiety. I take the starting position, thinking again that the skills of this world are too irregular for the feeling connected to Bran.

Look at me in the starting position. Dr. Hengst raises his hand with the flag. The battle is decided in less than a minute and a half from the moment that flag is lowered.

I'm not willing to lose.

At the end of the day, grasp the fence with no expression and grasp your hand so white that you can see me in your sight. No matter how angry I am, I can't lose for His Highness, who worries me no matter what I say.

And the moment Dr. Hengst waved the flag down, me and Bran ran off at once.

Gah! and kicked the ground forcefully, and Bran rushed fast.

One, two, three and a vertical disorder about the height of a person's chest. Bran jumps over the horizon as if he were going to run. Stay out of the way of the bran that flew to cut the wind just as if it had nothing to do with the height or distance of the 4th or 5th oxer fault, when flying, move the center of gravity forward, and when landing, use your knees and hip softly to escape impact.

Be aware of only the following disorders and look forward so that your upper body does not sink. That way Bran easily jumped over the vertical fault, which was higher than six, seven and the first three, and quickly just left the combination of the last three oxers.

The effect of my skills or Bran's breath and muscle contractions make up my senses. Me and Bran jumped over eight or nine oxer disorders and headed for the last oxer disorder without going into any ears, such as the voices of those wild horses who were supposed to be there.

As soon as Bran rushes toward the oxer disorder of the last, I close my eyes and prepare for a floating sensation. I feel my body lighten up much less than a few seconds, and the next moment I open my eyes as I absorb the shock with the feeling of slipping off my knees.

And zazz! and ran a short distance to the goal, me and Bran scored a goal without rocking a single bar.

I'll stroke that neck muscle to compliment Bran, who slowed down and stopped at a magnificent foot judgment, even though he ran through it with a lot of momentum. The wild horses around us stood still, but they were relatively quiet. They're all waiting for my results.

The staff at the Horse Ranch, who had made goal judgments and time measurements with Dr. Hengst, who had been traveling at some point during the goal, is at a loss. Bran ran through perfectly without rocking the bar, so I don't think there's anything to deliberate about, but watching the officials complain about something to Dr. Hengst with excitement makes me progressively anxious.

Looking at them wondering if they would say the results quickly, an official who was finally calming down or refereeing the goal took out a loudspeaker replacement demon prop and told them.

"Time, 75 and 08! No added time! It's a new school record!

Oh! New record! The moment I thought, wow! and the surroundings boiled.

"It's a boulder, Bran!

"It's only because of your husband's wonderful equestrianism! It was like I didn't put anything on it and it was very easy to run!

"No, thanks to you. Thank God you're my horse."

"Your husband!

If he heard the results and praised Blanc, Blanc hissed happily. "When this battle is over, I'll take good care of it," he said to Blanc. Me and Bran, who shrunk the school's highest record by five seconds, get a round of praise.

Ballado and Lutze, Leo and Eleonora, who were anxiously watching over me, are rejoicing as if they were relieved. It's been a long time since I've used [the whispers of the wind] to pick up the voices of the Ballads and say, "I heard you, Lutze! Dear Boulder Doyle, exceed your fastest record by 5 seconds! And when I said the beauty of Doyle running across the white horse -" I stopped eavesdropping on their conversation.

I usually feel relieved to drive a ballad, but the praise of its letting go hurts my ears no matter how many times I hear it.

Luce, who can hear that praise of Balad without changing his expression, is always impressed that the boulder is with the son of one of the nation's number of merchants. Guess the bragging and love stories of the guests are accustomed to the professional pattern, but I always think Luce deserves respect for being able to listen to that Ballad heartless.

With that in mind, I took my gaze off the Ballads. The next thing I saw was the appearance of His Highness and Jin. His Royal Highness, who had gripped the fence so much that his fingertips were white before the start, is happy to speak to Jin. I could see Jin nodding furiously at His Royal Highness like that also indicating his consent.

When I was wondering if I'd try eavesdropping on their conversation too, Jin saw this one before I used [Wind Whispers]. Those eyes sparkle like they did after each mock battle, waving heavily at me as you pointed me at His Highness for realizing what I was looking at.

His Royal Highness, waving his hand at Jin and seeing this one, tried to wave as well as Jin, stopping him haphazardly. And suddenly he turns away from his face when he becomes faceless. Maybe he was as happy as he was about me for putting out a new record, trying to convey his joy in response to Jin's words, but remembering the one thing I got in the fight and still wanting to say that he was angry.

Jin next door looked at me like I was in trouble with His Highness like that, so I wave that I don't care. It's about Your Highness, maybe if I apologize, you won't forgive me easily, but that's fine. I know it's my fault, so I'm just glad you didn't abandon me.

When this battle is cleared up, my heart decides to be angry until His Highness feels better, and I call back Bran, who is still trembling with emotion, and head back to Lute.

While I was impressed in my heart with the ease of handling Bran, who would come back just by calling and stroking his name, the lute he headed for was much paler, unlike before he started. As I thought, you seem under pressure for me to get ahead and get good grades.

The look on Lute's face, which becomes clearly visible as he approaches, also appears to be tense and slightly blue.

It would have been a shock if I'd just finished with no mistakes, but I shrunk my fastest record by as much as 5 seconds 04. That was also done in front of so many people that there is no injustice or anything. Most of them are about 70% Bran's power, but I guess they're upset that I've done so well so far that I've been looking down on them.

On top of that, among these boiling wild horses, Lute had to break through the handicap flight with at least no mistakes. The pressure is immeasurable. Well, for whatever reason, I don't feel sorry for a human being who took his life lightly.

"Now it's your turn, isn't it? Lord Lute."

"Wow, I know!

"Well, I'm watching here, as soon as Lord Lute is ready."

"Heh, heh! I'll pull out your records as soon as I can!

Get off Bran as you speak to Lute. Lute, who crossed his horse when he said he was going down on me while showing agitation in my words, walked his horse in a firm position as he turned pale and headed towards the starting point.

I wonder what the hell drives the lute behind it. At the same time, I admire Lute, who walks upright without leaning even under this circumstance. The boulder is a man who went up to the top in the middle. The liver is resting.

That's why I'm uncomfortable with Lute when he's signed up for this battle. I think I had a lot of blood on my head when I was uncomfortable, but Lute was supposed to be a very cool person to judge things. You can, of course, objectively evaluate your own affairs, and you are good at analyzing the opponent's abilities and poking weaknesses. That's why I was able to be at the top of the overall range while being at the top of the range in pure combat power.

Lute must know the best way to become a nobleman in the shortest possible time. And I know in my head that this battle is bad. There is also the possibility of worsening His Royal Highness's heart certificate. But I guess there's still a reason why he had to choose this method, even if he knew it.

If that's why I can do something about it, I'm gonna do something about it. Thanks, Lute's attitude doesn't really fall, and I'd like to return the entrance ceremony debt.

I thought so while observing Lute looking somewhere in a hurry.