Desire

“Ajin.”

Jinwol, a second generation commander of the Nearest Division, mutters as he looks at his reflection in the mirror. The finely trimmed mustache was cool, and the dyed brown hair was never handed over. With the exception of black eyes, low nose and tan skin, it looks no different from the Gracians.

“I've never heard of him. ”

The acolyte approaches and puts on some armor. Every knight can have seed, and even if it is an approximation squad, it is no exception. Of course, you cannot enter El Cast, where the emperor lives with his seed. The role of the Seed is to trim the knight's armor and sword. And giving horse fodder. If the knight dies, take the body and the sword. Or die instead of a knight.

“The emperor himself ordered it. ”

Ryan Maxwell, chief of security, said. In saying that, Jin shut up without refuting anymore. Emperor's orders are absolute. Even if you don't know who the target is, do as the emperor commands.

“Do I have to kill him? ”

Jinwol looks back and asks. The acolyte takes a few steps back. The armor worn by Jean is different from that worn by ordinary knights. The way we fight in the first place is different, so we're just right for it. He wears thin leather armor that is not limited to movement, and only wears armor about the size of his chest.

“You don't have to. ”

Ryan shakes his head. The emperor did not command us to kill him. “I'm just checking my skills for now.... But if it's a bud that calls for the castle to be, it's better to pick it.” Jinwol nods slightly.

“Do you know anything about unscrupulous? ”

“I don't know much about stringent men. But the other monks who saw him said he wasn't equipped. ”

Then it's the fighter's side. Jin nods slightly. The acolyte grabs the sword while squeezing its head. A thin, elongated sword that the knights of Gracia do not use. Jinwol straightens up with a sword. He nods, looking at the well-polished blade.

“Don't even think about it. ”

Ryan warned you.

“Consider the weight that the Emperor himself has pointed out to you, and the name of the approximate. ”

“Do you think I'll lose? ”

I laughed as if progression was fun. Ryan blinks and shakes his head at the slightest crooked gaze.

“I don't think so. I just don't know who they are... So don't look down on them and be humiliated. ”

“I didn't learn to underestimate my opponent in the Moorish. ”

“Then that's a relief. ”

At the end of the month, Ryan turns around. “Judge at your own discretion, judging by your skills. Does he deserve to be a guardian or not? Should I kill it again, or should I keep it alive?” Ryan says so, and leaves the door open.

“A Muslim.”

Jinwol smiles as she looks at her reflection in the mirror.

“I thought you wanted to do something... Poor Prince Hermione. ”

I kicked out a small tongue. What kind of wind did Prince Hermione inflict on him during his lifetime of silence? I was a little curious as to why, but Jinwol gave up on him. It's none of his business. However, what is a little crude is the pleasures of trendy people. With the sword at your waist, Jinmoon turns.

He came to Gracia 12 years ago. Before that, he was on the move, and even longer before that, he was a disciple of the Wudang.

Life in Wudang was so-so. I've heard you're quite talented, but you've never been the best. The shaman was pleasant, but the life of the potter trapped in the mountain was not pleasant. The longing for the sword and the shaman was greater than the longing for the sword and the shaman.

Then I got a performance. I met a man called the Moon Young Swordsman, and I received an unpaid tribute from him. When I first met the Moon Young Swordsman, what he said was still vivid in the memory of the Moon.

Are you a player? ’

I don't know what was that nonsense, but the sword that the Moon Young Swordsman stuck in the cave handed over with his tongue was incomparably powerful compared to the shaman's sword that Jinwol had learned all her life. Jinwol did not think of the Moon Young Swordsman as a master. The Moon Young swordsmen also did not consider Jinwol a disciple. In the case of the Moon Young swordsman, Jin was just a test opponent for a disciple who would come.

Jinwol was more comfortable with that. The problem was that the shamans were strictly forbidden from learning about shamanism outside, and from serving other masters. I had no use for the work I had learned.

So I came to Gracia. I received an instruction from the Moon Young swordsmen, and there was no reason to remain among the bored pagans because there was one. But I didn't want to be chased, so I crossed the Desert of Bully and went to Gracia at all.

Twelve years. This month's march has become the second commander of the imperial clan of the Gracias. Jin liked his current life. When I was a mathematician in Wudang, I had a lot of free will, and at first I struggled, but I got to this position, and no one blamed him for being an Eastern monkey.

‘So is he. ’

Most Muslims leave the line and move to Gracia. Sinners. Chasers. Those who cannot live comfortably in the line of fire. Or someone who wants to live somewhere else because his abilities are inferior. Even a man of little skill in Jinsun, if he goes to Gracia, he can live by doing mercenaries.

He came to Gracia in a dream like that. But bad luck. Jinwol mutters with a bloody smile.

Meeting Hermione, the fourth prince, is the end of his luck.

“2nd Chief? ”

Azin tilts his head and asks. Hermione, standing across the street, nods her head with a stiff face.

“He's one of the best in the history of the workforce. He's a few levels taller than Cloud Percival I saw two days ago. ”

At best, I thought Cloud Percival would come at us, but I didn't expect Jinwall Ragnas, the second commander. The opposing Pokémon is too big. Hermione saw how strong a prosecutor was in the Imperial Slash Competition. Although he was defeated by another Knight of the 1st Blitz, he finished second in the Swordsmanship Competition. Ekidna, the leader of the Steel Knights, was also defeated by Jinwol.

Overwhelming.

“Is that so?”

With Hermione's words, Azin nods his head with a gentle expression. Hermione became frustrated by the grave's reaction.

“Don't you know that the ear is nervous? ”

“If you'd been nervous, you'd be nervous. ”

I'm not wearing any armor. I had the armor Hermione brought me, but I didn't feel the need to wear it. Rather, wearing armor is uncomfortable moving the body. As the pain that must move each joint in detail, it is rather poison to cover the body with a thick sheet of iron.

“I'm not a nervous opponent, so I'm not nervous. ”

No equipment. Hermione brought you some equipment. Boots with blades on the toes of a nugget starting with a gauntlet. I didn't like anything. Ajin had an old bag. The weapon I received from Acacia during the victories of the Blind Hound was damaged in the last battle with the Alcadion. However, unless the old packs are completely destroyed, the amount of damage that remains intact repairs itself.

“Don't worry too much. ”

Azin said that while loosening the joints of his fingers. He glances at the pale bored Hermione and laughs.

“What can I do? ”

What do you mean? ”

I asked Hermione again. How, Lani. I couldn't understand what Azin was saying.

“Is it adequate? ”

The horse was added.

“Or are you sure? Overwhelming? Do I have to kill him? If you don't kill him, how much? Can I break something? ”

Ajin smiles and asks. In that question, Hermione opened her mouth halfway and looked at Azin. Are you seriously asking? He's the commander of the Second Crisis Squad. It was a moment when Hermione stuttered and could not find anything to say.

“Lord Ragnar has arrived in the last month. ”

You hear the acolyte's voice outside the door. Azin ignores the words and looks straight at Hermione. Hermione barely squeezes out her voice.

“.. will you do what I want? ”

“Of course we should. Today, I am accompanied by four princes, Hermione von Gracia. ”

In response, Hermione clammed her lips. A moment later, he sighed and said.

“.. don't kill him. ”

If possible.

“The name of the Confederacy is to see the skill of the Escort Knight. There are no other rules, and the rules are the same as in a duel. With the opponent surrendering first, the Master of the Crisis Squad and the other Knights will observe and judge. If you feel the Dalian is meaningless, they will step up and stop you. ”

“I understand that each Knight Leader supports another prince. ”

“... yes. It's a bad condition for me. They won't let me do anything. ”

Hermione's voice fades. Although Ekidna, the leader of the Steel Knights, is here, her right to speak is not higher than the other knights' masters. The Steel Knights are the lowest of the four, with the exception of the proximal knights, and Ekidna also has less experience than the other captains.

“Then it's better to be overwhelming. ”

Azin nods. If the other masters get involved and gather their mouths, it bothers me. If so, they have no choice but to be so sure and overwhelming that they are unable to speak Moore. Ajin grins. He passes through Hermione and approaches the gate.

“Did you know that? ”

Azin puts his hand on the closed door hook and says,

“I heard a man named Jinwol studied shamanism. ”

Azin laughs loudly.

“Even if a shaman leader comes, he won't be able to look me in the eye. ”

The door opens. Azin leaves the steamed Hermione alone and heads for the training ground. There were quite a lot of people on the training ground. From knights in uniform, the royals simply came out to see the sights. I saw women in gorgeous dresses. Some were more girls than women. Boys and boys, a little older than that. The royals who live in Verzola and the nobles who go to Verzola.

Their gaze was on Ajin. Azin straightens his head and enters the training ground. The road opened naturally. The sound of grumbling, the fingertips pointing to themselves. Not all of them, but most of the gaze was not very favorable.

In the center of the training ground is a man with brown hair. Thought she was a Gracian, but faced with her, she was a brunette dyed her hair.

“Are you a man from the front line? ”

Jin asked with a smile. He did not immediately answer, but looked into the progress. A sword on the waist and a breastplate covering only the chest. He was armed with a focus on making fun of himself. Azin grins as he looks at the beautifully cut ginger beard.

“That's right.”

I was going to answer in half a word, but I was sure to speak up to his face.

He'll be crushed soon anyway, so I can give him this much.

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