Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

What Chester and I get along with is that the Knights are still dragon knights who actually shoulder to shoulder with him.

Among the dragon knights, he becomes a superior - a manly man named Greg, deputy chief. This man seems to be one of the Knights with a split reputation.

He talks about idealism, but he's not very good as a commander - I mean, he's the type of guy who normally says something about temper and guts.

Open your mouth and you will say something brave, so noble reception is good, but it seems to be hated downstairs... I'm guessing that means he feels comfortable with Greg to see that Chester is being used heavily underneath.

If so, Chester or Greg. Or you should pay attention to the people around the aristocracy who connect with Greg.

The band blasts a trumpet as they are in their thoughts looking out at the knights and soldiers of the squad yard that stretches under their eyes.

The hustle and bustle of the guests quieted and King Melvin showed himself from the balcony on the Knight's Tower. 50 when I was old. There. I have an image that seems sturdy and strict.

"Everyone, be dauntless"

and Melvin squeaks his voice in the square in a harsh tone.

"It should have been a banquet to deepen rapprochement here, but at this time today, the word is not worthy. As we all know, one of the earlier Cardiffs and the appearance of the Demon Man caused several soldiers to throw themselves out for our kingdom. I thought it was only when I thought of the hearts and minds of the wives, sons and parents left behind that I should not have a feast tonight either"

Melvin cuts his words once, closes his eyes, and then opens his arms to the side.

"But after a plea from several people, the rest decided to allow the feast to be held tonight. For the rest to remember their loyalty and bravery. There is a feast tonight for you to remember their names and faces as friends and compatriots. As long as there are brave men like them, I am convinced that the flourishing Verdogal will have no slight sway in a demon-like raid. Glory and honor, for our knights inherit their souls and their will. Drink, eat, and have fun tonight. And it shall be a sword unto the brave men who gave their souls unto the kingdom."

Raise the cup, says Melvin.

"To the brave men!

That's what I say and take a breath of a cup. And the people in the line likened it, and cheered in the square. Melvin nods at Eagle Deep, glancing around to cheer before saying.

"And - a little hero that singles against that demon and destroys him. I am delighted that someone like him is buried in the field of our country - he dared to face the threat without sparing us. I hear they're calling you for the feast tonight."

Melvin looked straight at this one - and she showed her teeth and laughed. It's a look reminiscent of some prank-loving kid. I can see that an invitee's gaze has gathered here. Hmm.

...... King Melvin. If you're talking about nature, I'm talking about being a tough, samurai-type person. I guess I'll talk to Oswald, but although the name has appeared in the BFO, I had no contact with the players.

So the same goes for not knowing about being a Melvin person. It's not necessarily something you can judge just because you can't be trusted, because reputation and pre-construction coincide with authenticity, and when you become a king, there's a political situation involved there, etc.

The intention of the Knights is that of the Knights. I guess the king's intention is the king's, but I still don't know if he understands what's going on around Chester.

As Melvin sat down in the large chair provided for the balcony, the band began playing majestic music. Normally, it would be an occasion where a graceful song would play into a lighter speech, but it would still be because of a different name.

The first step was to show the King the results of his daily training, so horseback riding and infantry lined up to show him how to reconstitute the formation and so on.

Change the formation one after the other under the first decree. I don't suppose the entire National Army is so smelly, but there's something petty to watch about an undisturbed, dominated movement.

From here on out, they're going to be playing ride-spear games and shooting tournaments by shooting.

What we're doing now is tourney. It's a team fight for the riding spear match.

It's like a knight wrapped in armor storming across a horse or a groundhose, poking him with a spear without mistake and aiming at his opponent's horse fall... well, it's a competitive game.

The material of the spear is fragile and processed wood, and the tip has a flat cap to make it less lethal, but the risk of fragments piercing or falling horses will go hand in hand, so it will not be safe to say.

Oswald explained to me what the sights were.

Whenever a spear thrust an opponent's knight off the horseback, the guest cheers.

The team with the red wings on their helmets and the blue wings on their helmets, they seem to be splitting into pairs of five to play the game.

Speaking of those in the game, the Blue Team vanguard just skipped three and was skipped back by three vice generals on the Red Team.

Yellow cheers whenever a red vice general causes a horse to fall from the horse.

The deputy general waves at the audience and gets more and more excited.

I can't see your face with my helmet, but that looks like Chester.

If Oswald's reputation is right, the Red Team will win... it certainly feels like Chester is missing one head more than the others.

But Oswald doesn't seem to like it very much. It doesn't look funny when Chester wins and cheers.

"You have a problem with Sir Chester?

"Chester said... to the whole Knights, right? Sometimes it's not funny that the guy himself is beautifully wrapped up, but the Knights are impeccable nowadays that they can't even fight him. The Knights know that, and they bring the second strongest guy to the vanguard on the blue side, and they're feeding him."

"... I see"

That's half a race. It's a game between people, and I'm sure it needs a boost because it's a monster.

The game itself seems to be a serious battle, and I guess my purpose as a Knights has been accomplished because it's exciting beside me.

But also Oswald - something that puts on a medium, difficult order.

The way Chester fights is orthodox, but that's why he's a good uke for invitees, and if you try Oswald, he seems to get a rating of "petite beautiful and uninteresting".

"So you go and jump in and join me. That's gonna be a good one."

"So what are you talking about, this guy?"

One woman approached him as he spoke lightly of Oswald.

"Excuse me while we talk. Are you Dear Theodor-Gartner? My name is Annie Erimson."

"... Hi"

"I was part of the magician team. Someone must say hello to Dear Theodore, and I hope you and I can do our part."

... the magicians. You're against the Knights, aren't you? Would you be able to get any meaningful information?

And now it's also a seat to interact with, but when it comes to people and topics that we have to go out from here, natural candidates are narrowed down.

"... would be good. I'll accompany you."

"I'll give you."

When I stood up, Grace also stood up, as if they were both going to come with me.

"You can watch the game, can't you?

"No, let me stay with you"

and Ashley smiling.

"You'll be bored with that. If you're fighting side by side with me, you're still here."

"Hmm."

... Is that what it is?

Annie took me to the knight's tower adjacent to the practice field. Now the royal family is supposed to be upstairs, so he's on strict alert, but Annie moves on with no place to cower.

"This way."

- And enter the room that was put through. There he was... someone I already knew, but I've been greeting him like this.

"Hey, nice to meet you"

I mean, Prince Albert with a nostalgic grin. Today next door, he also accompanies his sister, Princess Mallane, and her fiancée, Ophelia.

Are you familiar with Mallane? When you look at me, I've been hiding behind Prince Albert's body and watching him terribly. Ofelia is grand.

"This one..."

Annie tried to introduce him, but Albert blocks it with his hands.

"No, it's good. Because I hate being too tough. I'm sorry I was on my way to the game. I really wanted to talk to you inside."

"Really?"

"I'm Albert. It's the fourth prince of this country. This is my sister Mallane and... yeah, my friend Ophelia."

Yeah. I know. I was wondering if you might come into contact with me when I came to the royal castle.

Prince Albert seems to want to be a magician in the future, so I know he can connect with the Mages.

I know you're a casual person...... well first person (...) and you won't be able to treat them like you did when you were Alfred, more than the other person is a prince.

"This is my fiancées Ashley and Grace."

He greeted them in accordance with courtesy and introduced the two of them.

"Fiancée... I'll do it, you will"

Prince Albert rounds his eyes.

"The prince has a fiancée, too."

And, Ophelia laughs "hehe" and darkens the shadow of her face.

"No... yeah, sort of. Ophelia is my fiancée."

Prince Albert makes his cheeks a little red and scratches them with his index finger. He was ashamed to introduce me to his fiancée.

"Well what do you mean? You came because a friend of mine told me about you. Talcott."

Yeah. That's how they cut the story out.

I know how to communicate. As far as I'm concerned, I'm having trouble reacting. It looks like Alfred's going to hide it.

He tells me he wants you to thank him.

"Really, I don't think I did anything to thank him..."

"Freedom for you to think so and for Talcott to thank you. I did tell him."

"... ok"

I know you wanted to pass on Talcott's message, but I don't think that's all.

Well...... What the hell is Prince Albert doing here?