Even though I said no, I arrived in the town closest to the Scudet.
After that defeat, I decided it would take some time to rebuild the army, including reinforcements.
As soon as I got to town, I saw a lot of knights and mercenaries. But there are fewer than I thought. I don't suppose you've already gone to the Retribution War.
"Maybe the walls collapsed a lot just because you couldn't see them from me? Then they'll want to go into recapture before they can repair the walls."
As he murmured, Dee roared with her arms together.
"Hmm... I understand your desire to do so to recover your state of disenchantment..."
"The side of the cage lost before the skin was gone. I'll try to stay on top of it."
"I would if I were you. We will receive reinforcements and be ready to attack the fortress city. It's normal to expect a long war."
And as I was having that conversation all over town, I heard footsteps coming towards me. You can also hear the unique sound of people wearing armor hitting each other with metal.
Looking back, there was an amazing opponent standing there. No, I was expecting it, but you should say you weren't ready yet.
"Long time no see. Father."
When I lowered my head, my first Duddy, Marquis Jarpa Blu Atti Fertilo, looked down at me.
I feel like I'm slimmer than before, but my sharp eye contact doesn't change. Surrounded by people wearing black armor decorated in gold by their father's guards.
Due to his extreme meritocracy, the Marquise Knights are all very ruthless.
Surrounded by the mighty knights, my father looked down at me with an angry expression and opened his mouth.
"... you've become a baron."
"Ah, yes. I haven't changed my family name, so I call myself Baron Van...."
"... I heard you killed a dragon."
"Ah, the Green Forest Dragon."
Saying so, he creates deep wrinkles between his eyebrows.
"How did you do that? That class of dragons cannot be defeated alone with me. That's who my Knights challenge with all their might."
Speaking of which, my father looked at me with an inquiry. [M]
"... uh, barista."
When he answers, his father laughs like he breathes.
"Yes, Barista? Impossible. Did you even fly a Mythrill spear? Wouldn't that be impossible?
I was told to make a fool of myself and gave back my sigh. To be honest, you probably won't believe me.
"... Marquis Jarpa. Something unnecessary, a sword or a shield."
When he said so, his father blinked for a moment and immediately changed his face. Obviously angry.
But what he thought, he saw the knight standing next to him, holding back his anger.
Give me your spare weapon.
Ha!
The knight comes forward with a straight sword about 70 centimeters in length with no staring motion.
He received it and lifted the sword, which remained in the sheath on the spot, parallel to the ground.
"Cut it down, Camsin."
When I murmured so much, Camsin silently pulled out his love sword and cut it down from the top. [M]
The high metal sounds echo slightly, confusing my father and knights.
"Nah, what..."
The moment the knight of the sword owner said something, the sword in the sheath fell into two sheaths from the middle and fell to the ground from the tip of the sword.
Fathers are astonished at the impossible taste of slashing and the fact that it was a 10-year-old who achieved it.
Hmm. The next time we get a new Kamshin sword, we'll name it "Slashed Iron Sword."
With that in mind, my father looked down at me with incredible eyes and opened his mouth.
"What the hell was that... sword...?
When I opened my mouth to answer my father's question, I heard a voice from the opposite direction.
"Baron Van!
Turning to the voice that I was used to hearing, I saw a beautiful woman with a brilliant proposition embodying an American dream approaching us.
"Viscount Panamera. It's been a long time."
Panamera is a light armored figure based on white and silver, the opposite of his father. I wonder if it's a big battle armor. It's more beautiful and elegant than what I've seen before.
Hmm, you've grown a little taller.
"That's right. Someday it will be bigger than the Vicomte."
"Hahaha, I'm looking forward to it! Your Majesty is waiting. Follow me."
"Ah, Your Majesty has already arrived."
"Hmm. Your Majesty was looking forward to it. I thought you had something interesting for me again."
Having such a conversation while laughing, the abandoned father raised his face.
"... van. Did you really crush the Green Forest Dragon?"
My father uttered that much with a scattered voice. I nod and answer the question with a vague smile. [M]
"That's right. In the meantime, may I greet His Majesty and show him the barista?"
That said, Panamera, not her father, opened her mouth in a good mood.
"Mmm, that's good. It is said that it is faster to see than to hear. Would you like me to show you my barista if you could just give me an arrow?
"No, now I have something better than what I gave the Vicomte."
"What!? You got something new!? I want it too!
Well, let's prepare it for next time. The amount should be consulted. "
Calming down the exciting Panamera, I went back to His Majesty. My father followed me a little further behind, but he never spoke to me after that.
Walking through the town, the number of soldiers gradually increased, and there were clearly luxurious armored knights lined up in front of the two-story house in front of the back.
Brilliant red armored knights. That would be a SS under His Majesty's command, called the King's Red Armor. Well, it seems that people from other countries also call it a bloody armor with fear.
"I am Count Panamera Carrera Cayenne. I brought Baron Van Ney Fertilo."
"Go ahead."
When Panamera was named, the red armor split up to the left and right at once to make a way. Interesting.
The red armor stretched out their spine and stood in the same position as they pushed in the round. It feels like an army arrangement.
"Ooh...."
With a small voice, Panamera laughs like a leak of breath.
"Fu, were you impressed to see His Majesty's Knight Guard?"
"Yes, it's very powerful. After all, are you really strong?
When asked, Panamera nodded with a smile.
"That's right. Only 500 people can wear red armor. Those who are judged to be outstanding in the annual Knight Appointment Examination must battle the active Guards and steal them with their abilities. That means you can only be truly capable."
With that answer, Panamera glanced at us.
"... well, depending on the equipment, the boy might win."
And muttered little.
The red armor's eyeballs moved and looked at us, but Panamera walked into the museum without worrying.
With the attention of the Kingdom's finest elites, I started running with a bitter smile. [M]
Panamera. On purpose.
I followed Panamera with my nose stretched behind me. [M]