Dream Life

July 10.

The Village of Rasmore vigilante trains around me, but Zach was the star of the day. My predecessors said they would check to see how much arm he had lifted.

Continuing with Mel, Lords and Byron, Zach was heavily blown away in the last fight. Fortunately, no injuries appeased in my mind, but my predecessors still seem willing to go on. He then nominated Lord Nicholas Garland as his next opponent.

I tipped my neck slightly over the decision.

I heard Lord Garland was the squire of this Lockhart family birth and used to ring as a swordsman. But from what Zach told me and the impression he had at yesterday's welcome feast, I have only the impression that he was a magnificent man with a mixture of honesty and a sense of softness. I'm sorry to say this, but as a soldier I can only imagine you saying that you are a quiet civilian who is already retired and in charge of internal affairs.

Still, just when you gear up - kiteshield on metal armor - you have a veteran vibe. But still, a soft smile soothed the sword swallowing of the equipment, and it didn't really seem to wield the sword.

I thought I was trying to make it a little easier for Zach, who was tired of a mock fight with Byron.

But they immediately remind me that it was my mistake.

Lord Garland had a slightly wider range of one-handed sword-shaped wooden swords and stood quietly about five meters from Zach.

I had goosebumps.

There's no gap at all.

If the amateur sees it, Byron should look stronger. Byron has a strong face for that giant, but Lord Garland has a gentle smile that makes him look better with his children.

But I felt Lord Garland was more terrible than Byron.

Wearing scratchy metal armor, with the kite shield on his left hand slightly behind him, and with the sword on his right hand gently forward, was only natural and a beautiful standing position, as I wrote in the picture.

But there's no gap on one side there, and no matter where you attack, you only get the image of being fought back.

"Dear Zach. Anytime."

When Lord Garland says so quietly, he takes a step forward and moves forward slightly.

Zach also didn't just slap a light mouth, and went straight into it with the temper of tearing.

But it wasn't just a reckless assault.

He re-orbited directly to the right and sideways just before he made it in time, releasing the throwing sword he was grasping in a side-throating manner at some point.

I loosened my tense cheeks.

That was because it was his must-win pattern.

He did not kill the momentum and was dancing through the universe when he thought he had landed on his right foot after releasing his throwing sword. He hit the retreat with his body stretched out and retracted diagonally to the right. That's not just to get away with either. As he danced through the universe in a clean position, he twisted his body in the air, releasing yet another sword thrown.

Without changing his soft expression, Lord Garland played the first throwing sword with his sword, and a second throwing sword with his shield. And he stepped forward with a sharp leg to pack his time with Zach, who was running away.

That was a useless move that made me think of myself as a "skilled swordsman”. It's not as explosive as Byron showed earlier, it's just a move in the range of common sense, but a sensible move forged in action. He predicted where Zach was going to land, releasing a sharp slaughter that would sweep away.

Zach expected Lord Garland to be after the landing site, using wind attribute magic, in addition to complicated twists, to forcefully re-orbit. At first, he was forcefully modifying what was diagonally backwards into a forward trajectory.

Normally no one can think of using wind attribute magic - the magic of the breeze Wind - to change the orbit during just a few moments in the air. The first rewind is a beautiful move like a dance. But when the orbit changes forcefully and magically, it turns into a strange, yes, disgusting move at once.

Lord Garland was also stunningly hooked on the move. A soft smile slightly distorted and a puzzling look. Zach had taken a clean back with that complicated move against Lord Garland, who was bewildered.

If you stay away, you have nothing to say to the point of confusion.

But when I get hit with this in front of me, I'm going to eat it pretty badly. If it's the first time you see someone with a good deal of skill, you'll almost certainly lose sight of them.

Yes, Zach always thinks really well.

I hardly think about it, I just wave my spear as my instincts go, but he's not.

For once, I've heard why you make such a move.

He laughed and explained politely after saying, "If someone stronger than me takes the lead, it's over."

The first forward movement I did and the subsequent straight horizontal movement move to crawl to the ground to impress a planar sharp movement. And when the other guy sees out his movements, he suddenly switches to a 3D motion.

Of course, a warrior with some arm, including me, can follow that degree of movement well enough. But the great thing about Zach is that he knows it. I know. It's amazing what disillusions them.

He knows that if he's someone with some arm, he'll be aiming for the timing just after he releases his second sword throw. They dare to use retrospective to make it easier for the opponent to step forward.

Sure enough, a guy called Return looks fancy, but not suitable for action. No, on the contrary, striking a retreat in action is the pinnacle of stupidity. Whatever the bard's poem "Ugh" is, jumping up in the air when it's like meeting a sword means losing a stable scaffold.

If you lose your scaffold, the movement is easy to spot. Normal (...) cannot change orbit along the way, and it is easy to predict at which point in the air it will reach its apex and where it will land. So I rarely do anything that jumps up, even to poke an opinion.

But as Zach did, if I can use magic to change track along the way, for a few moments, I'm confused as to whether my predictions are correct. The obvious becomes less obvious. This is as confusing as being a veteran. In other words, it forcibly creates a state of "madness” for the person who moves in the account.

It also dramatically changes the timing of the opponent releasing the attack, i.e., when it is most focused. If they make a move that even this demon doesn't do, they can lose sight of his movement, just for a moment.

The person who did it, Zach, things are different. Because you know where they're going from the beginning. It's not that hard to predict where you're going and at what time you're going to attack them, if only you knew what they were up to.

In other words, Zach deliberately shows his opponents more skilled than he is in order to take the lead.

I can't normally do this.

That would be so. They're better than me. It takes a lot of nerve to deliberately show a gap to someone of that character.

Most opponents are flirted with Zach's unusual movements. When I get hit suddenly too, I often lose sight of it. Exactly. I've gotten used to it lately, but it's such a human move away.

In fact, Lord Garland also hung Zach's trap and was nicely taken behind him.

Zach didn't miss that gap either, releasing a clean poke with minimal movement.

Again, I thought, "OK!"

But the next moment, something incredible happened.

Zach, who was supposed to have unleashed a poke from behind, came out in front of Lord Garland.

It shouldn't have been possible to remove it from that position. But in fact, Lord Garland somehow avoided Zach's overwhelming thrust by sensing Zach's movements and slightly shifting his body just before the attack hit.

Shortly afterwards, Lord Garland was waving a wooden sword down Zach's arm, striking his defenseless back as it flowed further.

That speed is so difficult to even follow with your eyes in a lined warrior. In fact, I could only hear the beating sound of a bassin in my ear once.

Zach is slapped from his face on the ground as it is and doesn't even make a groan.

Without panicking at all, Lord Garland glanced at Zach and was giving a gentle toast to his predecessors.

The strained air around you suddenly loosens.

Still, Lord Garland, my predecessors, and the other squire don't try to help Zach either.

I became angry at the action and almost screamed. But if that's not the case, I ran right to him.

They say it's overprotective, but it doesn't make sense.

Nevertheless, the people here are overdoing it. If I did this, one day I'd be sorry I got hurt.

I reached him with indignation and slowly lifted him up, losing my mind.

Exactly. Now Lydiane's worried too, slowly approaching. But the grin had not disappeared from her face.

"You've done a terrible job. Are you okay?"

I accidentally hung up on that fluent voice.

"Is there a reason you're okay! Quick heal magic! I haven't broken a bone in my arm, but my back sucks! If you suck, you're gonna be stuck for the rest of your life!

Lydiane said, "Yes, sir. I'll treat you right away, so calm down," chants the spell at the usual rate.

"A great tree god (Albor) who made the woods. Heal the wounds of his Ka by the power of the Spirit who nourishes life. I don't give my life for the price. Healing Power (Heel)"

Her right hand gleams brightly, and a pale light wraps around Zach's body.

As he raised his groan small, he slowly opened his eyelids.

"... it just doesn't work for Nicholas... I haven't had a good one in a while..."

At that time, Lord Garland was also behind me.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry. It's not comparable to before. Looks like it's going up a bit."

I smile and talk like that, but I'm not convinced.

"The squire here doesn't know how to handle it! With your arms, you could have helped!

Lord Garland looks a little troubled by my words.

"Even if they say so..."

"Beatrice. That's okay. Besides, it's okay if you drop me off now."

I realized I kept him in my arms, and my face got hot.

Lydiane noticed that I blushed and started teasing Zach.

"I'm sorry to hear that. If I hadn't worn gear, I might have enjoyed the soft feel of Beatrice's big chest. Huhuhuhu."

Zach also said lightly, "Oh, I'm sure I'm sorry," he said.

I was thinking, ignoring the interaction between the two of us.

Hi. Things are going crazy.

I wonder what's going on in this house?

Looking around, the vigilante training had also begun and several men had already stretched out. On the contrary, children like Mel and Dan have also been beaten pretty hard and muddy.

The sight of a peaceful village and this intense training.

This gap is too big.

When I was thinking about it, my predecessors were speaking to Zach.

"Well, let me make sure of Non too. But don't pull out the small pieces like the ones I used for Nicholas."

A look similar to giving up appears on Zach's face.

"Okay. Best regards,"

As soon as he thanked him, he set up his sword.

We distance ourselves from each other.

As Lydiane sighed,

"Oh, my God, it's a tough day. I can't believe you even put an archery on Govi - the way Lydiane calls Govan."

I had an intuitive understanding of what Lydiane meant.

Even the warm Lord Garland makes such intense auditions. If you're a famous predecessor as a hero, you'll be arching with more intensity than that.

"Are you all right? You seem pretty tired though."

That's what I said, Lydiane waved her hilariously.

"Let Govi tell you, the enemy won't get out of hand because he's tired. So he said it would be more useful to train after he was exhausted and unable to move. I'm sorry."

The words of my predecessors make sense, but I'm really worried about Zach's body.

His mind is an adult, but his body is still a child. There is no guarantee that you will not be fatally injured because of how much Lydiane's healing magic there is.

As soon as I was thinking about it, the mock battle between my predecessors and Zach began. But that was so intense that I couldn't watch.

The swordsmanship of the previous generations is beyond the realm of masters.

A suitable move for useless reason. So if you have as much arm as an orga, then a powerful slaughter that seems easy to slash off.

I often find it helpful to use spears.

But I couldn't afford to watch it calmly.

If Lord Garland and Lord Vassel, the squire head - Walt Vassel - hadn't gotten in between, they would have been in a stop many times.

Training to throw up blood reflexes was not a metaphor. Stand up while you really spit out blood.

Probably enough, but I felt it every hour or two. An important man, One, is made to lick the ground over and over again, and keeps watching him throw up blood reflexes and stand up. There was no sense of time at all.

Lydiane stays well. I thought so and I stole a look at her.

Lydiane smiled, looking at the two of them, but I was aware. to the fact that her right hand is so clenched that it becomes white.

Perhaps I've been seeing this sight for years.

That's why he's enduring that he can't stop, that he can only watch.

I felt my distance from Lydiane approached.

The mock battle between Zach and his predecessors is over.

Zach falls apart, but hangs his own healing magic and enters the scene.

When I rang out, "Are you okay?" he laughed with a muddy face.

"That's amazing, our training. That said, today was special. But I thought I could do some more... not yet..."

Though I was frightened by the words, the back of my chest became slightly hotter.

Where will this man "One" go? If I could go with you...... no, that's what I wanted to go with.

But the words I uttered were different.

"Whatever it takes, it'll be too much. This is not a level of training. Whenever a dead man comes out, it's not weird."

He answers my words with a smile.

"Not really. I haven't been here today because of me or Liddy, but my healer's always holding me back. Besides, my uncle or my squire class wouldn't go into a place that would be fatal. Exquisite enough to break a bone in your arm."

"That's what's wrong with me."

I guess I still looked unhappy. He has changed the subject with care.

"Well, you'll get used to it one of these days. By the way, why don't Beatrice do a mock fight, too? I think you'll learn a lot if you work with Walt, the famous spear."

Lord Vassel follows his predecessors like a shadow, but makes him feel that this man is also quite skillful.

"Yeah, I hope so, but I think I'm busy with the vigilante."

Lord Vassel had gone with his predecessors to watch the vigilante train when Zach and his predecessors' mock battle was over.

He was looking at several vigilantes with training spears and yelling at them.

"You're gonna be okay. We have all of our squire today, so someone's gonna do it. Liddy, I'm sorry, but will you call me?"

Lydiane laughed, "Can't you still move? You have no choice," he said, calling Lord Vassel.

Lydiane has spoken a word or two to Lord Vassel and has said something even more to his predecessors. The previous generations nodded about twice and came this way with Lord Vassel.

The previous generations smiled with pleasure, "I heard you could show me Lord Beatrice's arms?," he asked.

I snorted with a bitter laugh, but in my head I was thinking of something else.

He said maybe the best entertainment in this house is training.

Lord Vassel bows his head quietly, "Thank you for your guidance".

Though I thought it would be this way to be coached, I answered, "This is the one you will lend me your chest," and put up a training spear.

Lord Vassel will do the same, but just like Lord Garland, there are no gaps at all.

He glanced at the gap for about five seconds, but when the lights were not revealed, he launched a forceful attack.

I don't put exploration in it as usual. From the beginning, we went all the way.

Without thinking about my specialty in anomalous poking or my workout in action, I just roll it out.

But all of that is just gently speared together and they are turned away.

I've never felt this skill difference before.

This still exceeds fifty skill levels.

Plus working with Gerald, Doctus' highest-level swordsman - the second-degree adventurer who directed the Black Leopard hunt - didn't feel so desperate so far.

Bounced to exhaust dozens of attacks, Lord Vassel's counterattack began when our hands stopped.

With such a sharp spear that I don't think I'm in my mid-fifties, I'm going to poke this steep spot precisely. That also felt like a gradual increase in the speed at which it protruded, obviously confirming this one's arm. When I found out what I wasn't good at, they stopped attacking me there at all.

My pride was greatly hurt by the way Lord Vassel did.

I was confident in my skills.

I am the king tiger clan, who is said to be highly combatant among the beasts. None of them have reached this level at my age. At least, he wasn't around me.

Nearly a decade has passed since I lost my hand, but I've never been removed.

I think I've got a little blood on my head here.

I rolled out every move I could.

But using a variety of hands - such as attacking with a stone clash, winding up sand and crushing it - like you would do to a demon opponent, doesn't make you an opponent at all.

Lord Vassel has released a triple penetration when my spears have become cluttered. I've slammed a precise, sharp poke into the dovetail like nothing compared to my triple poke.

I didn't have the skills to avoid it.

A spear with no tip in the counter smell is sucked into my dovetail.

My stomach hurts so much that I can't hold my breath.

The next moment, I was looking up at the sky.

Yes, he was struck out of the dovetail and lost his mind only for a moment.

Zach and Lydiane rush over, but I put one hand up and took control of it.

I made a smile so I wouldn't worry about them, and I tried to say I was fine, but the voice that came out was crouched.

Zach holds my big body and hangs a healing magic. Then the pain quickly healed and breathing easier.

My predecessors praised me out loud.

"That's not Zach's guardian! I didn't know Walt and I could cross each other at this young age. Wow, Walt."

Lord Vassel snorts loudly at the words of his predecessors.

My predecessors seem to care about me. Zach's guardian's arms dared to show each other so that they wouldn't tell me it was no big deal.

I throw away my worn out pride and bow my head honestly to Lord Vassel.

"I've learned good. Could you teach me while I'm here?"

And when I said to Zach, "I'm sure you're right," he nodded small.