Dream Life

Tria history December 11, 2018.

The morning after the lord to the Viscount family of the Lockhart family was told.

My father, Masaias, gathers the inhabitants of the village of Rasmore to talk about the Duke's report and future policies.

The place is the meadow in front of the main entrance. Three fathers, grandfathers and brothers stood on the gate, and the villagers had already gathered in the meadows.

"As I have already informed you, my Rockhart family is to be awarded the Viscount over His Majesty!

So a long live voice rises from the villagers.

"" Long live the Lockhart family! Long live your hall! Long live the Emperor!

Exactly because there are no Ulrich's, they never got covered up by "Sieg Scotch!" but somehow I felt like I could hear them. Maybe the Beltrams are screaming, but when they cheered, they started to sound like that reflexively.

My father raises his hands to control it and continues to talk further.

"Our family became the Viscount and we were to worship Kilnarek and the surrounding villages as a new territory!

"Congratulations!" The voice rose from the villagers, but on the other hand many gave an uneasy look. They are worried that the Lockhart family will leave the village.

"The Lockhart family has become the Viscount. But we haven't changed anything, and we're not going to! I, and my Lockhart family will never leave this village! Lockhart is always with Rasmore Village! This hasn't changed since the next generation of Rodrick!

A sigh of relief leaks into my father's words, and I hear him say, "Thank God."

"The squire, but elect Walt Vassel and others as knights. It's not a decision yet, but it should probably be reclassified with no problems. Recruit a new squire there. I haven't decided on the number of people, but I want to take about ten of them as squire..."

So there goes the blurring among the villagers, especially the young people.

Subordinates are civilians, but are subject to respect as "credits”. Especially on Als Avenue, the Rockhart family squire is treated better than the Accommodation Town Defense Corps Commander.

As a result, I thought I might be able to be that squire, and I guess I got a twitch.

"I'm prepared to do that to be Lockhart's squire. The vigilante only trains once every few days, but in addition to morning and evening training, the squire must also participate in vigilante training. Those who are not prepared to carry on the traces of Walt and the others cannot be taken..."

Several young men drop shoulders with the word to carry on the traces of the Walts.

There is no doubt that my grandfather and Walt will be imposing more rigorous training in an attempt to serve as soon as possible. They imagined themselves throwing up blood reflexes and dropped their shoulders.

"Whoever is ready for it wants him to come to the mansion by sundown tomorrow. Explain the recruitment exam"

After that story, the villagers' representatives congratulate them.

It was dissolved in about twenty minutes, but many young people remained on the spot. That number is about thirty.

Most of those who remain are those who are in their early twenties or below, and not so many in their thirties.

Village Village Village vigilantes have comparable skills to first-rate mercenary regiments, averaging about thirty on a level. At this level, if it is a normal knight's house, it is recruited by the squire without any problems. Many veterans, especially in their thirties, are over thirty-five or forty at the average level, so skilled that they don't think they are farmers. Anywhere but ours would be hired instantly.

But when you're in your thirties, almost everyone has a family.

And the thirties in this village have their own fields and earn a steady income. Moreover, the Rockhart family is far wealthier than the residents of Kilnarek, an accomodation town, because of the high prices of distilled liquor raw materials and low taxes.

Even if poor villages had families, they would not have missed such opportunities, but they would not have been able to immediately cease to be squire awaited with rigorous training and heavy responsibilities.

Take the young men who want to be squire and go back to the mansion.

Confirmed, there are about half of those in their late teens, and many seem to want to take the exam because of their longing for a squire.

The contents of the recruitment exam were packed by the person who was the main one last night.

Basically, you just see if you're ready to be motivated in a mock fight. I would need to check my personality and aptitude in interviews, etc., but if I was a vigilante, I would all know my mind, and I don't need to check now.

Being able to read letters, perform four-legislation operations, etc. is also a sine qua non condition for becoming a squire, but the literacy rate in this village is almost 100 percent below the age of forty, and that confirmation is not necessary. Some of them don't like reading, writing and calculating, but to some extent they can, so studying after being a squire isn't so much of a problem.

By the way, I said "I can do it to some extent," but other towns and villages would be perceived as sufficiently practical.

For once, even the Lockhart family had a candidate in mind.

That's Brett and his five young men who took him to Wellburn last year. They are in their early twenties, but their level is over thirty, and they have the spiritual ability to withstand even more rigorous training of their grandfather and Walt.

However, because so many people have families, if they hadn't raised their hands, I wouldn't have called them from here.

When we got to the mansion and checked the number of people, there were thirty-two.

There are also five Brett and others who consider themselves candidates, reassuring them that at least half of the recruits are likely to be secured.

My grandfather stood in front of all of them and began explaining how to hire them.

"Everyone, have a mock fight! The swordsman is Nicholas or Byron! The magician is Walt! Of course the archer gets to show his bow arm, but he also does a mock fight with his sword! The other guy is Guy!

Until then, you assumed from your father's story that you didn't see any upset in the exam seekers. But the next word makes everyone's face pale.

"After the mock battle with the squire, those who cannot stand in time will not be disqualified! He who stands up will also have a fight with Nong! After Zach's treatment, only those who can rise can become Rockhart family squire!

Their complexion changed because I found out there was a mock fight with my grandfather, plus my treatment presupposed. In other words, it is certain that he will be dying.

If you're a vigilante, it's usual for you to be beaten up in training. But there was nothing like my treatment being a prerequisite.

However, all Lockhart family members train close to it. Of course, so is my grandfather. In my grandfather's case, nobody wins one-on-one, so it's a five-to-one hand-to-hand fight.

Even that rigorous training will prepare you for treatment, but it is not a premise.

He says it's anything but instant death, but it's only a result, and a mock fight that presupposes it is just too dangerous.

"I can't let you see who's here today. Meet me at 9: 00 a.m. the day after tomorrow. Matt said about ten, but everyone who passes this trial shall pass! That's it!"

The young men bow their heads and leave the mansion behind. I can tell that going down the hill is often depressing, unlike being exasperated when it comes up.

"I wonder how many are coming. My legs would get choked up. I have to take my predecessors seriously..."

Beatrice squeals like that. Mel replied with a laugh at her whining.

"If you really want to be a squire, you should come. Because when I become a squire, I have to do the same thing every day."

I'm not as optimistic as Mel.

Most people would be scared at the point of dealing with their grandfather. Even me wanting to raise my arms a little faster, I don't think I want to have a mock fight with my real grandfather.

Then another ten or so hopefuls came to hear the explanation, but all reacted the same.

The next day I waited until sunset, but no one came, knowing all the villagers already.

morning of December 13th.

There were more vigilantes gathered in the training ground beside the mansion than I thought. Everyone is geared up and aligned with a serious face.

When Walt took the call, there were twenty-five of them.

From what I can tell, the number of youths in their late teens is considerably lower. I heard what the exam was about and I seem to have given up on not being able to do it myself right now.

"Then I'll have you tested! ……

Of the twenty-five, there were eleven swordsmen, seven magicians, and seven archers.

Comes with swordsman, magician, archer, and sets the order by lottery within each group. We then proceed in the order of a group of swordsmen, a group of magicians and a group of archers. This is because it takes into account the health of the opponent's squire.

Walt, Byron, etc. often go on for a few mock fights because of the huge difference in skill usually. Doesn't dare to keep doing that means the squire will be serious too.

I'm off training for the vigilante today, and Mel and Dan are free to go, regardless of me and Liddy, who are also healers. But are you concerned about the recruiting exams, the children of the squire were all coming to the training ground, plus most of the vigilantes were gathered together.

About three hundred people surround the training ground.

This time, a squire, excluding Hector and Will, is the examiner. Technically enough for Beatrice and my brother, but this made sense.

My grandfather and father are going to take over as squire in this exam. You can call it a ritual that tells you of your readiness as a servant of the Lockhart family.

The best swordsman headed to the center of the training ground.

A young man named John in his mid-twenties, the swordsman level is thirty-one. If you're a mercenary, you have a middle class six, a step-by-step arm called a veteran.

His opponent was Nicholas.

Nicholas holds a wooden sword with a tougher look than usual.

"Begin!" began the mock battle on my father's signal.

Nicholas was at full strength right after it started. For this reason, mock warfare is a one-sided battle, so miserable that you don't think you're fighting with a wooden sword.

Nicholas' swordsman level is sixty-nine. He said he got two levels in the undead earlier.

He has arms that surpass Byron and Beatrice, although not to his grandfather or Walt.

It looked like he was seriously hanging on to killing John. We don't give John time to lay his sword, we keep waving it.

Hard noises and John's groans sound as wooden swords strike down leather armor on the training ground.

After about a minute, John pounds his knee. But Nicholas won't loosen his hand in the attack. After several more slaughters, John slowly fell.

"Stop! Give me a healer!" In the words of my father, "Nicholas lowers," Jeffrey, a village healer, runs in instead. Today we know it will be a fierce mock fight, with all the village healers.

He's a village healer, but he's treating Jeffrey now and his wife, Marie, his parents, Elmer and Camilla.

"I'm breaking my right arm," he reports, performing first aid with healing magic. Then he slapped John on the cheek a few times and went straight down when he regained consciousness.

Though consciousness has returned, the damage remains and cannot rise.

"If you can't stand, you're disqualified," my father says, and John stands up with his sword as a cane in his temper.

Shortly afterwards, he ruthlessly said, "Here we go!" The voice of my father echoes.

Nicholas adds another onslaught.

John lost consciousness again in less than a minute, so fierce that we were silent watching.

Likewise a healer is called, but it was judged to be just bruising, and he returned only consciousness to his original place.

After regaining consciousness, John tried many times to rise his sword to his wand, but did not listen to what his knee would say and fell into it.

"End!" my father's declaration echoes the training ground.

"Well done. But we don't seem to have enough training yet. With a little training now, the opportunity will come."

In his father's words, John bowed his head in remorse, leaving the training ground behind as his companions drew him. After I leave the training ground, I get a voice from my buddies, but soon I lose consciousness.

Just in case, I put healing magic on my head and abdomen and put him to sleep on the simple sleeping table I had prepared.

(You don't seem to have hit your head. And I guess I took dozens of shots. Not your father, but I think you did really well. Doing this is not enough to be our squire...)

Looking at John, who had lost his mind, he felt the strength of his thoughts on the name “Lockhart” of his grandfather, his father, and his servants.

A few then tried, but all retired before taking their grandfather's trials.

And finally, a man emerged who had survived the trial by his squire.

That was Brett, a candidate swordsman for squire who went to Wellburn.

After he was injured in last year's battle at Welburn Castle, he deplores his low skill and has been heavily trained since returning to the village, now raising his level to thirty-five. The recent battle against the undead has revealed its achievements and has buried many enemies.

His opponent was Byron, and he collapsed after taking that Rigid Sword many times, but without losing consciousness to the end, taking a close enough onslaught but taking deadly damage.

I fell in on the signal of my father's end, but I was receiving words of blessing from my companions.

But my grandfather's trial is still awaited.

"Then it's a mock fight with Nong."

My grandfather stands in front of Brett, wrapped in armor made by Wellburn's blacksmith with his heart and blood.

In contrast to my grandfather, who could be out at the observation ceremony soon enough, Brett is in a worn out state like a wreck.

My grandfather said, "Don't die," and he jumps out at once.

Brett thought it impossible to avoid, threw down his shield and tried to take the wooden sword with both hands.

Striking in so fast that only remnants of the slaughter are visible, his grandfather's wooden sword easily snaps Brett's sword, striking straight at the left side of his helmet and slamming it further into his shoulder.

Too quickly, I could hear the sound of a wooden sword breaking in my ear, the sound of a “gun” hitting a steel helmet hard, and the sound of a “van” hitting a leather shoulder.

Shortly after that sound, Brett falls forward so that he can be tapped to the ground.

I shouted “This sucks” in my heart, and without waiting for instructions from my grandfather, I headed under Brett.

The left side of his helmet is indestructibly dented, and loose blood flows from between his hair, dyeing his ears bright red. Naturally he is unconscious and weak enough not to know if he is also breathing.

Without my grandfather's permission, I quickly and carefully remove my helmet and hang a healing magic on him.

"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)"

Check his injuries as he hangs his magic.

(Your skull looks fine... if it's just a concussion, it's still better... what about your neck? It doesn't taste good when you get your neck done... your clavicle is completely broken...)

Hang it for about thirty seconds, healing magic around the brain and cervical bone, and also connect the clavicle.

The bleeding stops, and the breathing stops magic where it's stable. But I still haven't regained consciousness.

Follow my grandfather's orders to "stay back" honestly and go back to where you came from.

No one, no one opens their mouth, only the sound of the wind blowing through shakes their eardrums.

I accidentally said, "Stand up! Brett!" my grandfather's voice sounded.

With that word Brett regained consciousness. And slowly I open my eyes.

Everyone is rooting for him in their hearts, but not in their voices.

In the meantime, is Brett still trying to be conscious, waking up his body in a shabby motion?

Slowly support your body with both hands and bend your knees to stand up.

Seeing the painful move, I even forgot to breathe.

Pick up the broken sword and stand up with it as a cane. And he pointed that sword at his grandfather and indicated his willingness to fight.

"Well done, Brett! You don't deserve Lockhart!

The grandfather's declaration gives rise to a clap of thunder on the training ground.

Did you hear that applause, Brett leaning slowly towards his body, but his quick approaching grandfather was taking it firmly.

Viscount Radford, watching, groaned, "I'm going down to the valley of Thousand Seekers... it's just a lion".

Brett seems to have slightly distracted his grandfather's blow to the brain with his sword to keep him from being fatally injured. If not out of orbit, even with a helmet, his brain could have been damaged and he could have died instantly.

Brett's thoughts were passed on to the youngsters, and then ten survived his grandfather's trial.

The Lockhart family was to receive eleven new squire.

■ ■ ■

Viscount Ignacious Radford had shared his thoughts with his subordinate, Osborne Towerdin, after the Rockhart family's squire recruitment exam.

"I got a glimpse of the reason for Lockhart's unusual strength. With all the strength of your heart, you won't give up trying to get more than 10,000 enemies."

"Exactly."

"I was thinking before I got here..."

Towerdin wondered “what” but didn't speak.

"Three hundred to thirteen thousand. Indeed, there was a rare hero named Sir Govan, and Lord Zacharias and other brilliant magicians. But that is a desperate number that cannot be overridden..."

Towerdin nods loudly without saying anything.

"... I would have thought only of abandoning the inhabitants and fleeing, or dying easily. I hear that not only is that a vigilante who is just a peasant, but even took weapons to the women... Lockhart's power is not just his connection to the Blacksmith Guild (Connection). This love of home, and unity, is the power of Lockhart. We must surely tell your palace about this and put it in His Excellency the Chancellor's ear... If His Excellency the Chancellor mishits the batter, Lockhart will believe in his own power and leave the empire. If that happens..."

Radford didn't speak any more, but Towerdin knew what he was trying to say.

(Master Ignacious seems to think that if the Lockhart family doesn't like the interference of the Empire, they might believe in their own power and become independent in this village. No, there's a chance we'll take the villagers and head to New Heaven and Earth. To avoid a useless battle...... then the Blacksmith Guild will not shut up. Perhaps the Sorcerer's Guild and the Commercial Guild will also take some action. In that case, even though they are empires...)

He was feeling something cold flowing down his spine.