Another world is full of happiness ( Template).

An earlier nobleman pulled out his sword and stood in front of him as he tried to approach King Marcel with the bull's demon stone.

"Isn't there no sword draw in front of King Marcel?

"Shut up! I can't stand civilians like you calling me a hero or something! I'll teach you how to respect nobility!

Xuji looked at the nobleman with his sword in front of him as he dared not to punish the bull man's demon stone for storage. My face is bright red with anger, my eyes are running bloody and I don't see any shards of calm. However, the hand with the sword was not gripping, and I was able to hang it up at any time, and I could see that the training was loaded.

- What are you gonna do with this? If you pull your sword out in front of the king, you're guilty of disrespect, aren't you? There's too many people around to unleash magic, and you can't kill them on a boulder, can you? Don't you dare keep avoiding it because you don't want to expose your palm--

The nobleman, who felt ignored by the contemplating Jiji, said, "Don't lick it!" He shouted and unleashed a sharp thrust. When he was half-baked, he punched his elbow into his opponent's forehead.

"Grrr!" he said quietly as he took a short distance toward the fallen aristocracy with a shout.

"I attacked you unintentionally, but what if I stopped you already? I don't like to fight."

"Don't be ridiculous! I happen to have won this attack to such an extent that I don't care!

The fallen aristocrat was slaughtered again when he picked up his sword. He sighed and said, "I warned you," and took a defensive stance with his right hand.

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The struggle begun in front of King Marcel seemed to have been separated because the nobleman had distanced himself from breathing where the nobleman had backstepped to unleash the 15th round of blows, but the row attendants still felt a high level of combat ability in the two who dodged without pulling out their swords.

"It's George. Why don't you pull out your sword?

Harold called from beside the throne. When he shrugged his shoulder, he replied, "You can't draw your sword in front of me in my country," and a laugh arose from King Marcel.

"Don't worry, it's George. You must not draw your sword in front of the king in our country, with exceptions. Unless Noon orders you to."

King Marcel stood up from the throne and commanded him with a majestic voice, "Forgive, pluck swords and capture the unsuccessful ones".

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When he answered briefly, he took the "Sword of Corgimo” out of storage and spoke with a smile against the nobility.

"Now you can fight without worries. I'm going to have to tie you up because it's okay."

"What can you do?" Don't be strong enough to have a sword! I'll show you my trump card!

When the nobles put their swords in front of them, they said, "Do your duty according to our covenant. I want to burn down the enemy," he said, waving his sword down from the top.

"Become!"

From the tip of the sword, a whip of flame struck against the second. He rushed to the side step, but when the flaming whip changed direction, he attacked after him.

"No one can escape my treasure's” firewip "!

"It's a sword, but it's a whip?

A laughter arose from several people who had heard the contents of Jiji's penetration into the noble dialogue who were certain of winning.

"Don't fool my family heirloom!

Further attacks came from the furious nobility, but Jiji cut off the tip of the flaming whip when he doubled [ice] attribute granting. He waved his sword in a row following a gap of stunned aristocracy, and continued to attack when he returned the length in desperate shape by pouring his magic against Jiji, who shortened the length of his whip.

"I'm tired of it, and it's time to end it," he said, as if to mock such a nobleman. "Tired of it?" The nobleman, who murmured against the dialogue between the two of them, let go of his sword with his vain eyes, turned up and continued to laugh dry.

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"Take his men."

Harold's voice echoed during a quiet glance as he was shown his overwhelming combat abilities. When he saw that the guard who obeyed Harold's life would take the nobility away somewhere, Xuji came to the front of the throne when he stored the "Sword of Cordymo” in storage and took out the bull's demon stone instead. Considering that there was just no way to get up to the throne, Kuji used his "Courtesy 7" skills to kneel down for the perfect work and wait for the civilian to come and receive it.

All right, bring it up here.

To King Marcel's voice. - What do you care about me? - When I managed to suppress the voice of my heart with and stood up, I rose to the throne and knelt again.

"The victory of the earlier duel was brilliant. Let's reward both names later."

A sigh of relief arose from those of the aristocracy to which the nobility, who fought against the words of King Marcel, belonged. For as a king, I got the word that I could respond as an honorable duel, not a wolf. When King Marcel heard the answer "Yes, I did," he lowered his voice and began to speak in a voice that could only be heard by Jiji and a few people around him.

"It's George, by the way. How do you feel about attacking the Pan Forest?

"What can I do for you?

"There was a reaction to the magic props that were passed down to the royal family. The attacker's name is on the line. Unfortunately, my ancestors were pulled out, but I don't blame them for anything, so don't worry."

When King Marcel smiled bitterly at Jiji, who was piercing the poker face, he returned the tone of his voice and spoke out to be heard around him as well.

"I did receive the bull man's demon stone. Yes, yes, it's George. Elena said she wanted to talk to your lord, so give her some time later. It's Euhan."

"Of course I'll sit down. Stay with the princess, George."

Euhan, who can't afford it, is the best to answer that, and Marco says from behind, "Hey! Don't leave Lyoge alone!" I didn't realize what I was talking about.