Dream Life

Morning of July 21, 2017, Tria calendar.

I, Manfred Braceford, by order of His Excellency the Governor of the North, the Hall of Fame, have decided to participate in the early morning training of the Lockhart family.

The beginning of the incident was when Philip Ingris, a subordinate of the First Knights, tried to slash Sir Zacharias, an invitee. As a punishment for that, His Excellency the Governor ordered me to participate in the Lockhart family training, but to be honest, I was wondering if it would be a punishment.

Of course, I have heard rumors that the Lockhart family training is very demanding. Rodrick Lockhart, a Lockhart family man, is now in tough training and action besides training for the Knights. I knew that well, too.

And he also heard rumors about Govan Lockhart with the alias Lionheart. Because by the time I joined the Knights, the name had already been known, but unfortunately, I had left the Knights before I was promoted to Knights, so I had no knowledge of them.

Me and the Braceford family, who produce knighthood captains from generation to generation in the army of the northern governor's office, have received rigorous training from young children. So I thought training wouldn't punish me, not to mention how tough it was for me to be prepared to resign as the Knights Commander.

Yes, not until the simulation started.

I made a bare gesture as a preparatory movement, but it was very different from what we do. We also swing with our souls in one swing at a time. But their bare hands weren't to that extent. Except for children under the age of ten, the bare gestures they make were such a bare gesture that they were slashing down invisible enemies rather than snooping through moulds. And when the sword wave is at all sweet, he relentlessly asks, "Can we defeat our enemies with that!" The curse flies. More than ten people, including Lord Masaias, are barebacking, but two of the Lockhart family's squire, Byron Seedorf and Guy Jakes, seemed to have it all figured out.

The squires in this house may be lords, but they may be men, but they are not hesitant to curse. Exactly never made me curse, but I felt my gaze say something over and over again.

Even if it's bare for only ten minutes, continuing to shake without being given a moment's break is breathtaking. But this was just a prep exercise to warm up my body.

As soon as the bareback was over, a mock battle began with the decree of Lord Masaias.

"Guy took my opponent! Byron took Rod's opponent!... Zach deals with the five Brets! ……

Lord Masaias would nominate opponents one after the other, but never our opponents. I asked Lord Masaias to join us.

"We'd like you to join us in a mock fight."

Lord Masaias gave a slightly troubled look,

"Our training is intense, so I'd like you to take a tour today"

I thought Lord Masaias cared about us then.

"It is His Excellency the Governor's order. I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do."

But I seem to have made a mistake. At that time, Lord Masaias dived into his usual soft expression and said this with a harsh expression.

"No matter how His Excellency the Governor orders you, you are not going to add those who are not prepared. My Lockhart family training is the same as in action. You cannot participate unless you are prepared to tolerate death."

I was offended by the words.

A knight who is the shield of the Empire with us. When it comes to training, if you're on a mission, it's because you always thought you were ready to die.

When I told him about it, he looked me in the eye quietly,

"Then you can follow the Rockhart family routine. It's nothing at home but instant death. You will not be admitted to fall unless you also pass out. You're welcome."

I'm wary of his words, but I'm a general who keeps the Knights, too. Not to mention the training given to the hall as punishment.

"Absolutely. I don't care if I get hurt or cursed like I did earlier, I have no problem at all."

Lord Masaias nodded quietly, speaking a word or two to both Seedorf and Jakes, nominating opponents for the mock.

"His Lordship's opponent is Byron! Diaz, the platoon leader's opponent is Guy! Lord Ingris' opponent is Mel!... Miss Beatrice asks for my opponent"

My opponent is a giant two-handed swordsman, determined by Seedorf. Inglis' superior officer, Kenneth Diaz, was the opponent of Jakes, and Inglis was a girl named Melissa Marron.

My opponent, Seedorf, had a huge wooden sword that was about a hundred and fifty cm long, worthy of a giant nearly two m long, and stood in nature. But he was overflowing from his body with seeping killings, and he felt a fear like when he confronted a powerful demon.

When I set up the wooden sword, the simulation began abruptly without a signal of initiation.

For a moment I didn't know what had happened. Because the moment I thought it started, it was blown up about a few meters.

"Slow! Always be alert on the battlefield!

Seedorf's curse flies at me. It wasn't just that, he was swinging a wooden sword and headed to fly towards me falling.

At that time, I was feeling impending death. And even now, it was realized that this was not a training.

Avoid Seedorf's sword in a madness of death.

And I tried to get a distance while rolling. But he doesn't allow it and strikes with a giant wooden sword pierced to the ground.

"You can't just roll around! Think back! Stop the enemy's legs and there will be no time to stand up forever!

I heard the words and waved my sword to slash his leg. But the blow is also caused by a quick leg twitch that doesn't look great on a giant. However, he managed to get up in a few moments.

After that, it was terrible.

He probably hadn't fought hard enough, but he was beaten dozens of times with a two-handed sword like a stick, and at the end of the day he had a broken left arm. At that time, my left arm was equipped with a round shield (round shield) used by the Knights, but not only was I struck by a sturdy shield by a wooden sword, but my arm was broken as it was.

Holding down his left arm and squatting, Seedorf stopped the attack's hand and called Lydiane Dupree, a healer.

"Mr. Lydiane! Looks like a fracture. Please."

At that time, Lydiane did not take part in a full-scale mock fight and was doing sword arches with a girl named Sharon Jakes, a magician. Lydiane, who is not supposed to be a swordsman, but his skill was comparable enough to that of our Knights class, and Sharon's skill, which only a young girl could see, also seemed more than a squire.

I doubted my eyes.

They are more than court magicians. I couldn't believe those two were showing so many swordsmanship arms.

Lydiane stopped auditioning and came to me in slow footsteps.

And as he looked at my arm, he turned to Seedorf and said, "Oh. If I cut it a little less," but I have no sense of urgency at all.

This one is suffering from severe pain from fractures many times. I didn't think of that attitude and wanted to protest, sending a stronger gaze.

Then a cold voice returned from Lydiane.

"If you want to complain to this extent, I wish I hadn't joined you from the beginning. It's common in villages."

That seemed to be solitary. But you were going to let me hear it, too.

Whispering to myself, he takes my gear off and hangs the healing magic. The handiwork was very familiar and I could see that he was a first-rate healer.

I understood then what the root of the Lockhart family's strength was, and yes, its essence.

Knights like us don't have that many opportunities to tour in action unless they march into a big battle. I make up for that lack of experience with training.

But they're always in action. It's the same battle between death and neighborhood as the Great War.

I watched Lord Masaias train during my treatment.

He was waving his sword desperately at his opponent, Beatrice Rabal, a big tiger beast lady magician. Her spear is rolling out so fast that even my eyes can't chase it away from me, and waving the sword with it would be a tricky move. In fact, Lord Masaias has been speared many times and knocked down to the ground.

Byron Seedorf, who played my opponent, and this Beatrice Labal are powerful enough to be called the Knights' best practice 'Who' the moment they join our Knights. Guy Jakes also has some of the Knights' top arms as a swordsman and archer.

So many powerful men fight simulated battles without a clue. Certainly not strange when the dead come out. Of course, the three squire legendary with Govan Lockhart are more powerful than these.

That they train vigilantes every day. Given that, rumors abound that the Lockhart Territory vigilante has more than a first-rate mercenary regiment.

With that in mind, Lord Masaias was blown away greatly and lost his mind.

Unlike Seedorf, Beatrice immediately called Lydiane to see if Lord Masaias was worried about his body. That Lydiane immediately goes to the treatment, but after speaking a word or two with Beatrice, he called Sir Zacharias with a slightly more pressing voice.

"Zach! It's like Matt hit me in the head! Come right away!

That's when I tried to get up to go get a samurai doctor who would be stationed at the castle. How Lord Zacharias was a genius, because he didn't think he could treat a blow to the head. Fortunately, the Samurai Doctor at Welburn Castle is very good as a healer. Especially since Master Patrick's death, the Hall has hired an excellent healer, with comparable arms to the samurai doctors in the Imperial City.

When I stood up, Sir Zacharias had cut up a mock battle with the vigilante youths and was on his way to Lord Masaias at a calm footing.

Then, kneeling beside Lord Masaias, he gently touched his head and cast a healing magic spell.

In about ten seconds Lord Masaias wakes up and shakes his head gently. Lord Masaias had the same grin when Sir Zacharias grinned. I had no choice but to stand by the sight.

"You got too much of a good one. Miss Beatrice, do me one more favor."

To the words of Lord Masaias, I have learned that the word "anything" is not great if I do not even die instantly.

Kenneth Diaz and Philip Ingris, who participated in the training with me, had been stuck and unable to move in a mock fight. And he was put to sleep out of the way, under the care of Mrs. Lockhart.

Except for the three of us, we continued our training. Even the vigilante youths are still in mock warfare.

Vigilantes are not formal soldiers, they are usually just peasants. I thought to myself that I was less than a peasant in Lockhart territory.

When I thought about it, I was beginning to understand what the museum had in mind.

The simulation continued afterwards.

I was blinded by the simulated battle between Sir Zacharias and Seedorf, which is played out in front of me.

Sir Zacharias was showing such skill clarity that he didn't think he was fifteen years old.

Against Seadorf waving a huge two-handed sword, the Beast Man also shows so much speed that he slashes it in from front, back, left, and right. Exactly. I can't get a single blow into veteran Seedorf, but I'm pretty sure he's a leading swordsman.

A while back, I said this to Rodrick in a mild way.

"You are a martial genius. Is my brother a genius of sorcery? The Lockhart family is cheap."

Rodrick has always smiled, but denied my words with a serious look on his face.

"My brother is also more talented with swords. It's simply a difference in experience that makes me seem superior. The only thing missing from my brother is experience."

I thought he was humble.

Naturally.

There are only a few Knights who are already above me and who have arms beyond him. And the track record of defeating the first giant (Cyclops) is also high.

But when I saw Sir Zacharias fighting Seedorf, I knew clearly that Rodrick wasn't being modest.

Speaking of wooden swords, the gall power to slash in without any stray against a rigid sword that needs to be ready to die.

Physical ability to deflect a stormy attack like a leaf of a whirlwind.

And calmness always thinking about how to fill the overwhelming power difference.

All of them have reached the level of top martial artists.

Its Sir Zacharias is also pushed by Seedorf over time. And it made just a tiny gap of slightly smoothing my legs.

At the next moment Sir Zacharias' torso was swept away by a wooden sword like a stick, and he was blown away as he bent his body to the letter of humping.

That's when I finally realized.

Seedorf told me that he was giving me a break.

If I had taken this blow, I would still have passed out. The sound of the current blow and the blow to me was completely different. Probably, but he got out of hand that it would be bad to hear the outside while I was stunned until I finished my training, the Knights Commander.

Even though I would undoubtedly have had a blow to lose my mind, Sir Zacharias rose before Seedorf's pursuit came, putting up his sword and spitting blood and throwing it away.

"Ya 're still a stamina difference. Can't you just beat your Byron opponent one-on-one?"

I even forgot to blink at a nerve that could speak lightly while spitting blood reflexes.

As Sir Zacharias holds his sword, Jakes' voice echoes.

"Dear Zach, Mel, Dan and Sharon are the opponents of Byron! Use your magic and your bow! Begin!"

He even admits to using more magic and bows in a four-to-one simulation. It's exactly a form of action, but to its insanity, I was leaking a few sighs today.

These four, they say Zach Cartel, but that was a brilliant collaboration. Sir Zacharias and Melissa, the avant-garde, are struck alternately, and Dan, the scout, releases an arrow following that gap. Furthermore, the magician Sharon casts a spell while slowly repositioning and securing the rays.

Seedorf was also aware that this situation was dangerous. He didn't mind shaping, trying to show me that first explosive rampage that blew me up trying to break through the two avant-gardes and head for the rear guard.

But the combination of Sir Zacharias and Melissa was brilliant. Just before Seedorf started his advance, he hung up Feint's attack, which was truly brilliant.

Sir Zacharias's neck was a simultaneous attack up and down that Melissa aimed at the tibia, and just as Seadorf couldn't ignore the attack, he gave up the rush and tried to attack.

And that was a clever trap.

Sharon, who had measured the timing of stopping his leg, released an air hammer (air hammer) towards Seedorf's belly.

This magic became the deciding factor.

Seedorf's giant blew away to be jumped by a horse. And then the two avant-gardes who anticipated it chase them to fly, rarely hitting Seedorf, who managed to spare them a fall.

He was a seedolph who tried to change the situation thoroughly on defense, but just couldn't get over it and eventually threw up blood reflexes and slowly fell down.

I was more surprised than surprised to see that.

Seedorf would be the instructional position on this occasion. Force the instructor to train him to even throw up blood reflexes. I have never heard of such training.

After about an hour of training.

Everyone, including Lord Masaias, was coated with sweat and mud and had a tired look.

But there is a satisfying grin on that face, and no one is dissatisfied. I accidentally expressed my doubts about Lord Masaias, who came to see how I was doing.

"Is this the normal (...) training every morning? I don't think my body can handle such intense training."

Lord Masaias answered me with a slightly worse face.

"You just can't train like this in a village. We have Zacharias today."

Sir Zacharias' name came up here, but I didn't immediately think of a reason. Because the impression of the last mock fight was too strong to be a healer.

"If you have a son, you really can handle it if you don't even die instantly. Besides, I couldn't train properly during my journey, so I guess I came here and got more intense. I think it's a little too much, too."

Conversely, with Sir Zacharias, this level of training is normal. You've come to the same idea as me, and both Diaz and Ingris have a flashing look. From their point of view, maybe I have the same look.

"Will you let me join you tomorrow? I don't see anything like it today."

Lord Masaias nods loudly at the words. And here's how I went on.

"How about not saying tomorrow, but from this evening's training? I think your body will move better than your pre-breakfast training. Well, my guys move better, too. Ha ha!

Still I didn't seem to understand the Lockhart family. Earlier intense training was merely pre-breakfast exercise.

I promised to train in the evening and went back to my quarters. And I was wondering if I would go through my throat for dinner today as I walked.

■ ■ ■

I - Philip Inglis - regretted what I did.

For trying to be slashed by Sir Zacharias, who is one of the invitees and will be the brother-in-law of Lady Rosalind.

Indeed, my brother Raymond lost his life by the magic of Sir Zacharias.

But even though his brother was being manipulated by Luke's fanatics, he tried to kill his master, the Hall Master. So it is right that Sir Zacharias took his brother's life, and I can say that he defended his brother's honor.

I knew that too. But it wasn't easy.

That's when I saw him looking like he was having fun with two beautiful girls, and I got blood on my head. I don't really remember anything from then on. Something the two girls told me, or the captain - Captain Kenneth Diaz Platoon - pulled me off the spot.

Then my head slowly got cold. And I realized that I had done irrevocably, and without knowing it, I was crying.

I'm not talking about doing this on my own. I knew the extent of it. [M]

And my prediction came true. That was also supposed to be far worse than expected.

Rumors broke out that the Honourable Knights Commander, His Excellency Manfred Braceford, could take responsibility and quit the Commander.

I also heard about the captain being demoted to the Knight of the Peace and further moved to a fort on the border.

I was desperate.

And redeemed "Asana" with his own life. I told His Excellency the captain of the regiment about it.

"Please execute me. I'm the cause of it all. So..."

Your Excellency said, "Fool!" and had a drink,

"I'm not talking about how you can do this with your life. We've already caused a lot of trouble to the pavilion. Given the relationship between Sir Zacharias and the Blacksmith Guild, there is a possibility that I will not be able to solve it if I die..."

I couldn't see his face. [M]

Your Excellency is a sincere servant of the Hall. If this bothers the Raswell family, enough to think about even dying of their own lives.

His Excellency then apologized to Sir Zacharias and obtained a pardon for "Yu", but he was still not convinced and told the Hall Master that he would resign from the post of Knights Commander.

I heard the story and there was tears of remorse. Against my stupidity.

However, the master of the hall placed the disposition on hold and ordered me, the captain and the captain to participate in the training of the Lockhart family.

I had no idea what you were thinking.

The Lockhart family is due to leave here in about ten days. I was wondering if in the meantime it would be a punishment just to participate in the training.

Early the next morning, I thought I only found out a little bit about what you had in mind.

The Lockhart family is heavily trained. That was also so intense that I could not do without being prepared to risk my own life to protect my fellow citizens and their inhabitants.

When I saw Sir Zacharias, I also realized that I was wrong.

I thought Sir Zacharias was a genius, so swordsmanship and magic were top notch. But what I saw wasn't genius training.

Apply to the mud, beaten down many times, and stand up. Such training is not the kind of training that a genius would have thought I would.

Embarrassing story, I was knocked down by a girl named Melissa who was my first opponent in one place and lost my mind. And when I returned to consciousness, I couldn't stand up. Her blow was more shocking than she had ever received before.

She says she's my age, but the swordsman level is more than double mine, almost the same as His Excellency the Knights Commander. The blow is very heavy, but still much heavier is the sword of a giant squire named Seedorf. Sir Zacharias rises with a grin, even in the wake of that Seedorf attack. How much pain is there? I can't even imagine.

I wonder what I was doing when he was so hard at what he called genius.

I joined the Knights at the age of twelve and have been a squire since my apprenticeship two years ago. Even though the Inglis are not prestigious, they serve you with martial arts.

I also started full training around the age of eight. [M] Of course, I'm not very talented. Even if you try, among your fellow squire, it's down there. Still, I was going to try. [M]

Both a girl named Melissa and a boy named Dan are my age. But I hear they are both already leading adventurers and active in saving the lives of the Hall.

What was I doing in comparison? [M] And why did you attempt to slaughter Sir Zacharias, one year younger than me?

I've somehow figured that out.

I was sweet. [M]

As the sad brother who was killed my brother, maybe he wanted me to feel sorry for him.

I came to think of it and made up my mind.

I'll stand you up, no matter how painful. I know showing all that readiness won't even reach their feet.

I thought I'd apologize to Sir Zacharias once I had finished the last ten days of training.

If I were you, I should apologize right away. But whatever I say right now, I feel the words are mild. If I can do this for ten days, I'll apologize then. No, I swore to my heart that I would definitely do it and apologize properly.