Sigurd-Foliar felt so disproportionate that he was on this occasion that he was in an unspeakable uncomfortable situation.
I followed because I couldn't refuse because of the offer from Elenia-Diphone, the guardian of Enjour, but as much as I had to assume that was a mistake, the great hall of the ceremony venue had gathered dignitaries from all over the country. Most of them are royal, and they are just like people at the top of a country or organization, even if they are not.
It just didn't seem like an environment where the battle unit's captain style could be in line.
Besides, he was the one who originally led a group of unreliable mercenaries.
Even though it was scattered during the Gandhian period, I didn't like the air of these rugged ceremonies.
Nevertheless, you can't miss hearing about Gracia Leia-Gandia standing on the altar of the Great Hall, not if you're forgetting about the ceremony or anything else and pounding your tongue on the dishes on the table or drinking alcohol.
Somehow, it felt like a plank, and that didn't really suit his skin.
Surrounding the same table were the facades and representatives of the Enjour mission, Patron Elenia-Diphone, who had focused his consciousness on Gracia's story.
He's a fine one, and Sigurd thinks whenever he sees her.
The only reason Enjour could be rebuilt since the “Great Destruction” was because, for one thing, Elenia protected Enjour as a guardian and also pulled one of Enjour's. Not because of Gordon-Fenec or the help of many of them, but because of that, Enjour wouldn't have gotten all wrapped up in it without her, and whether or not she would have survived the “Great Destruction”.
It is only natural for such a guardian to be elected representative of the Enjour mission, and there is nothing more to be thankful for than the fact that she has chosen the Sigurds "pale wind" executives as her companions. And there were some hard facts along with how I couldn't say no more than Elena asked me to.
Elenia owes me a mess.
Elenia accepted the Sigurds into Enjour when she said that "The Pale Wind" had ceased to function as an organization and had achieved results with a group with no expectations whatsoever. Given how much time it took for the Sigurds to get up again, it made sense that the Sigurds couldn't get their heads up on Elenia.
So I took on a role like an escort for Elenia and her son Rain-Diffon, but I still think, time and again, that it's out of place.
Nevertheless, we can't miss hearing Gracia sound good, and we also had to deal with Lunia's opponent, who came from Mekidsar's seat, and he felt like nothing good.
"Can we just get out of our seats?
I had no choice but to ask Lunia.
"Enough escorts. Without me, there's no problem."
Imaginating on an extremely human-like appearance that did not seem very imperial Liudice, she went that way, sitting down in the seat next to Sigurd.
It's been a long time since I've exchanged words with her in this way. The Imperial Demon of Mechidsar does not leave the woods. The intention of Mekidsar, who is still strongly prejudiced against the Imperial Devil and does not want to create extra meat, is thorough with the inhabitants of the forest.
I guess the Demon King's code is absolute and has to be obeyed, even something that even feels like a run away somewhere like Lunia.
So I can't even use this ceremonial venue to meet Sigurd, so I can't help it.
Such a Lunia looked around the seat of the Enjour mission, pounding, crushing.
"... but I've been wondering about it since earlier"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you sitting on a stuffed animal?
"What?"
To Lunia's unexpected enquiry, Sigurd was right.
"No, there"
"Muggle...... mi?
What Lunia pointed out was the seat next to Elenia and the seat where the Congratulated Rain-Diffon was sitting. Right now, Rayne is sitting bored - it looked like she was, but when Lunia magically poked her, Rayne's figure scratched off and a stuffed rabbit appeared from inside.
"Seriously."
"What do you mean!?
He was Elenia, sitting in the seat next to him and listening to Gracia, but he raised his surprise at just what happened.
The Salvation Knights table was crowded with Knights executives.
"Still, that's a long time..."
If Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacoat crushed all a little bored, Rowfa Zan-Seivas asked him to bite.
"What?"
"We need to talk."
"It's a ceremony. I can't help but talk longer."
"That's why I hate these ceremonies."
"Then I should have stayed in Benoa."
When Rowfa just told him he was waiting, Bain calmly returned reason.
"That's not how it works. The Cavaliers have been invited to join us. Without me, it's bad for them."
"You don't have to be alone, there's nothing wrong with that. No, it would have been better if you hadn't been there, just because a rough guy like you doesn't think he's the Knights' representative."
"That's pretty spicy, dude."
"You should still be nice to me."
"Thank you very much."
"If you want to show gratitude, go back to Benoa right now"
"Ha, no kidding"
"Seriously though."
And so on, Bain and Rowfa's argument doesn't know where to stay, and it goes on indefinitely.
It is Luveris Zan-Finwright and Sid Zan-Rufaus who are watching that.
"Not at all. They're the same."
"We're close."
"With that?
"Yes, with that one"
Leveris sighed as Sid naturally left.
"What kind of friendship?"
"For a long time, oh, so"
"Well, fine. It doesn't cause any problems."
And Osfeld Zan-Ward, said.
Yes, it is.
Face to face, you two start arguing, but never before has that arguing developed into something of a problem. No matter how smug they are, they don't pull their tails. Besides, it doesn't mean we hate each other. We both trusted each other as Knights executives, and if we both went out on the battlefield, there was nothing wrong with that, because we would cover each other well, work together, and win.
We're just tapping each other lightly.
I guess you can behave that way because you're allowing yourself to, Ozfeld thought, and that's not a mistake, as the battle so far proves.
Nevertheless, it may only be said that starting a verbal fight in such a setting is muscular.
Ozfeld had not forgotten to be vigilant about his surroundings as he watched the ceremony go on.
It is a ceremony to commemorate the end of that abominable war and the restoration of peace to the world. I didn't think anything would happen, but I never went over there to keep it in case.
The Knights of Divine Tables changed their name to the Knights of Salvation, two and a half years early in their new life.
The size of the organization grew extremely large, to the point of having branches around the world. Both that and this is because in a world headed towards stabilisation, the Knights were to assume the role, nevertheless needing the strength to respond to the various problems, incidents that still persist.
The Savior God Mivula was defeated and extinguished by the Lion God Emperor.
However, the aspirations of the Mivula God are still inscribed in the souls of the Ozfelds and breathe as the Knights' philosophy of action.
Therefore, the Ozfeldts thought that one of the reasons they were invited to this occasion might also include the role of venue guard.
I also observed the surroundings more than anyone else, but I kept an eye on the children as they moved to hide in the shadows of adults and tables.
Because the children looked so familiar.
(That's... sure...)
Wasn't she the daughter of the demon king?