Dorei Tensei: Sono Dorei, Saikyou no Moto Ouji ni Tsuki

The sky that can be seen from the small window clears early in the morning, and it is really a day of preparation.

It's not like I would stop if it rains, but I feel sick because it seems to be pushing me.

There is no place in the royal palace that can accommodate.

To be precise, it is better to say that there is no safe place to be destroyed by my attack.

"Mr. Wallace, I'm here to pick you up."

Neya's voice echoes from the other side of the door.

There seems to be nobody else in the hallway, and they're picking me up by themselves.

"Neya today, Fiel last night, Celestia."

Seretia might think that the warrior captain, Luven, might do something.

If he was so openly hostile, Celestia would have noticed.

"I thought it would be better for His Majesty to advise you to treat Wallace like this..."

Naya's expression was so serious that she was scared that she revealed her intentions to kill her.

"Because I'm a slave, this is enough for the royal palace. Besides, this treatment can only be improved by my victory over Ruven. If you let Celia speak poorly, it could create a strange misunderstanding."

It's not the best thing to think that Celestia is putting her shoulders on me, as long as that Luven is hostile to me.

That guy had better squeeze and break his extended nose once.

No one can teach you the pride of being a warrior chief from a slave, but now you're just proud.

"I wouldn't bother anyone of that magnitude, Mr. Wallace, but I'm sorry. If only I could take my place....."

When I see Naya, who looks really angry and sorry, I want to apologize on the contrary.

"Hey, that's not what Naya apologizes for. Sure, I don't have the strength to do it, but there's no point unless I do it. I appreciate that feeling."

"Absolutely not," Naya salutes with her hands on her chest.

"... by the way, do you hear where we're going to make up? As far as I know, there's no place in the royal palace where I can handle it."

The damage should be too great to do on the rooftop, and it should be a different place to do it, but this royal palace doesn't even have a courtyard.

"That's fine. I also told you this morning and checked. It's big enough."

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Neya brought me to the basement of the royal palace.

It was so large that it was safe for a large number of soldiers to train, and a large number of soldiers had already entered as spectators.

I didn't know there was a place like this.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a small arena, but it is a splendid facility with an audience seat on the outer perimeter.

And in the corner sat the king, and Celestia, and Flair, and Fiel, and turned his face toward us.

"She didn't have it originally. It was made by two elves."

Even Rigel and Gardo can't make it that easy.

Trying to do this only with flesh will be tough on the kingdom of Euresia.

"So Naya doesn't have to go," I said, looking at where Celestia and the others are.

"When it comes to escorts, we have Venetnash and Fiel. I have a place to be seen nearest."

"Is there a place closer to the audience seat?"

The audience seat is a few steps high from where it is to be matched, and there is even a protective wall in front of it.

Sure, if you're observing from the ground, it's closer to the audience seat, but you know it.

"No, it's my job to make arrangements."

"... is that so?"

Walk with Naya to the center of the venue that serves as the stage for dressmaking.

Leuven, a heavily armed man, appeared from the opposite side.

As the confident expression tells, the soldier, who was just an annoying audience in my appearance, was greatly thrilled by Leuven's appearance.

"Seems to be popular with soldiers."

"You don't look like such a good warrior, and you probably don't have that many levels around you."

Neya speaks harsh words, and Ruven approaches without even knowing what he's saying.

Naya, who confirmed it, left once to see something under the king.

"You didn't get away with it," Ruven says with a contempt for me.

"There's no need to run away. Nevertheless, this may be the first time someone has ever wanted to expose himself to shame. The warrior captain is the one who doesn't know what he's capable of and can't measure what he's capable of."

"Don't get on your nerves because you made a little credit. If it weren't for you, I would have taken care of Master Celestia. Let's peel the hide in front of the Celestia."

With a lowly smile on his face, Ruven raised his hands and looked around the audience.

The audience, the soldiers, show even more excitement in the behavior of not saying that they are already winners.

When Neya came back, she had two swords in her hand.

"I'll take one."

Ruven took one from Naya without telling me, and Naya handed me the rest.

"The weapon will be settled only when the sword is sharpened and the opponent surrenders or becomes incapacitated."

Confirm the bladed sword with your finger.

Pretty carefully scraped, the tip is even rounded, and there is no element that can be cut anyway.

A blunt weapon in the form of a sword that can only be beaten and broken into bones.

Certainly, it is difficult to deal damage to a heavily armed opponent, but only if it was normal, not me.

If this is what he's after, only astonishment and disappointment will spring up to the fine workmanship without too much twist.

But Luven doesn't know how I feel, and still has a lowly smile.

Honestly, I can't help being upset when I look at it.

"I'm going to change that ungrateful face into despair. Your painfully distorted face looks better on you."