In the Imperial capital, the corner of a huge castle where the Imperial family is located and where politics is central, Emperor Alberto was facing a man who covered his face and hands with a typical magician's robe.
"So, what's the finish of the magician?
"Yes. No problem. Now you can always guide Her Royal Highness."
The man standing in front of the magic formations depicted on the stone floor and the ceremonial mediation placed on it is a royal embrace... a court magician, to speak for himself.
Upon the request of the emperor, the apparent appearance to be executed in a technique commensurate with it is the floral form of castle service… if you change the way you say it, it is the person who carries out the dirty work behind it.
"You can go directly from the front, but the emperor doesn't have to pick you up himself, and it's troublesome to bother getting permission to enter against the kingdom"
"Yeah, right. In the meantime, all we have to do is hang the implication to get to the designated location, right?
"Right."
The court magician appropriately affirmed that, although it does not seem to be the words of those who try to welcome a very blood-connected, fruitful daughter, it is also silly to point out and buy objections.
In the days of the predecessors, there was an exchange with the kingdom, but the tyranny that succeeded to tyranny in Alberto's place, and the intercontinental talks that were held every four years, in that seat, in which non-demonic powers participated, were to move to a state of tension in which Alberto's remarks, who had participated for the first time since becoming emperor, were cut off.
"Though it would be a weaker and smaller country with narrower national territory than ours."
That is the word against the kingdom that divides the current talks.
Although he intended to have a voice that he could not hear from himself, the ears of "Black Lion King" only captured contempt.
The talks ended in the worst possible atmosphere as a result of that decision, and the trade was interrupted between the two countries, where the entry of nobles and government officials from each other's countries is now tightly regulated.
However, there is not enough detective magic developed on the continent today to cover the national territory, making it a crime that cannot be found to cross wild roads to other countries without just discovering the human beings of other countries present in the national territory.
In fact, it is not uncommon to travel to a neighboring country in the form of escape from another country and become a resident of that country as it is.
"The men who will take my daughter to the Empire have already sent for her. After that, if you use magic to distract you to the recovery point, it's ours."
"Once you interfere, you can't solve anything but me unless you have a lot to do with it. There are eyebrow spit rumors that the example adventurer defeated the Dragon King and so on, but the intrigue is the lower bitch adventurer...... that is also a swordsman. How can you slaughter a noble sorcery with a sword?"
"Right. But this job is to take the two heirs to the Empire. You can't fail, can you?
Obviously looking down, the court magician proclaims as he snorts. Interpretations are inept people who fight with primitive weapons such as swords without advanced knowledge.
The court magician, who looks down on melee soldiers, not just adventurers, for the same reason, laughs damned when he thinks of the rewards provided.
At any rate, it might be a good idea to capture the mother who would come to take back her daughter and make it his own.
According to the information, he is the owner of so much beauty and manly flesh that he doesn't think it belongs in this world, and a hot roll springs up when he wonders if he can teach his preferences and be a slave.
"Then I'll get started. -" Remote and Captured ""
The magic formations shine with the chants that imply to themselves. The demon's hand, which threatened the mother and daughter who lived in peace, was about to be stretched out.
An adventurer's guild in the bordering city, in the square on its property, was showing a buzz by the free adventurers.
Usually Sole has a mix of cheers only today, although they are often screaming and angry during training.
Some adventurers prepared the target and shot arrows, wielding stone-throwing strings (slings), with no eyes on the parties encouraging training in action form, and at the end of the gaze of the adventurers looking far-flung at the square were the boy adventurer, a brown-haired magic knight with a shield and mace, and a white swordwoman with a wooden sword in one hand.
"Well, go ahead, then."
"Ha, yes!
A boy adventurer who can't stop sweating in front of a leisurely Shirley - Kyle wraps around the gear he replaced at the Dragon King battle earlier and leans over to peek into the gap as he fronts his shield.
As a matter of fact, Kyle doesn't have enough skill to see the samurai gap. But it's just visible that if you go into the dark clouds, you instantly eat an effective punch.
At least this will be training, letting them attack as they please at first, but adolescent boys who don't want to expose themselves to unusual looks will be cautiously timed anyway.
(Well, it might be the same over there that you don't want to expose yourself to something unusual)
Don't take your gaze off Shirley, but be aware of Sophie and Tio touring the training.
I can somehow understand the desire to preserve the majesty of their mother in front of the adorable girls who originally seemed to be adored in their living quarters, but who have also become adorable in the Adventurer's Guild since the recent banquet.
(Still enough to take one -!)
Aware of raising his mind before the simulated battle with the target adventurer, Kyle burst his right leg muscle with his center of gravity as he narrowed the distance until he could put Shirley in between maces with one leg.
"Yikes!!
Shake down the mace in your right hand as you jump. A blow with momentum that was not painful, albeit a simulated battle, shook down just a few centimeters next to Shirley, like running water flowing through a rock.
"Ah, that!?
I wave the mace many times after that, but Shirley's light footsteps don't feel responsive enough to remember the illusion of beating the leaves of a tree in the wind.
…………
"Wow!?
Manage to shield yourself from a blow with a gentle wooden sword, aiming for a place where Mace, who was supposed to have been following a hitting trajectory, is off and upset.
Shirley specializes in continuous swords and body swords that deviate from normal orbits, which can be described as divine speeds, but now even Kyle can handle critical speeds... gradually increasing the speed.
"Woo...... ugh, oh......! Sort of!"
One-in-one, two-in-one and loose but flowing wooden swords are wielded at sword speeds as if Kyle's eyes had two from the beginning.
Now I manage to cope with it by intuition rather than reason, but I can see it being pushed off as it is... I noticed something when I felt that way.
(That's... that's the guy with the gap, right?
Occasionally there is an opening between the edges of the sword, with the sides open. Wouldn't this be a little bit of a hit if I waved a mace at this moment right now?
That's what I can do with my right hand, Kyle, but I hesitate to know why. The sudden cessation of that flesh became deadly, and Shirley paid Kyle's foot for the sigh.
"Ayyyy!?
"Not at all… you are…"
Stick a wooden sword to the neck of a new American adventurer rolled horizontally. From the perimeter, I said, "Oh... whoa!" Short cheers.
"You said you showed a corner gap, but you hesitated to type it in now, didn't you?
"Oh, that is...... yes. I mean, was it with the gap wazz now!?
When it comes to fighting each other, there are numerous moves to show the opponent a wax and a gap to induce the attacker.
It also looks like Kyle didn't catch on this time thanks to hesitation, but I'd have to say that's a red dot to think about the spirit of this training.
"Adventurers often deal with people, but what's more overwhelming than that is demons. No interpersonal moves work against demons whose bodies are made differently at their roots. What you need to do is infer the movement from the opponent's body and knock in a blow without missing a slight gap."
Deadly blow in person...... many demons don't exist in the chest in the first place, even if they stab you in the chest trying to pierce the heart, and there are more demons when it comes to strength.
The ideal is one blow at a time. If the longer the battle, the better the opponent will be, the opportunity to attack should not be missed.
"And since you saw the first blow, did you hesitate to attack because your opponent is human, albeit a mock fight? Don't do that. If you say that in a killing place, you're the first one to die."
"No, I have that too...... one way or the other...... eh"
I don't want to hurt you...... that kind of emotion boils down.
In retrospect, there are things like I was told, but in one way or another, the resistance to beating Shirley with a mace is stronger.
Most of all, I don't have the strength to proclaim such cool things. Given the current difference in strength, the opposite is the position to be said.
Still, I wish I could say sometime... Shirley tilted her neck at Kyle dreaming of something like that.
"Anyway...... because interpersonal fights can be tamed by people, right? When dealing with bandits and outward magicians, it doesn't matter how many lives you are talking about.... Mr. Asterios, how are you?
"Hmmm...... you still have a lot of challenges"
Lower the silver recognition votes to prove the A-rank adventurer from the neck, and Asterios, a cow-headed sub-man (Minotaur) with a battle axe, answers breathlessly in front of two exhausted, falling new American adventurers.
"The goddess is in a good mood today, but the fate of these children is unknown."
That light in the future of the young man and the minotaur who prays to heaven with his hands together is also a monk soldier, as can be seen from the small bell engraved with the crest of the goddess of heaven, which is lowered with a recognition vote from the coat and neck around him.
"Also, I can't do it anymore......! Because when the arrows are gone, archers, you can't do anything...!
"This is training……? He said he wouldn't give me time to chant."
"That's a real-life form of training. If simple magic requires chanting, of course, it moves to interrupt it."
What was scattered among adventurers serving such a god was Leia, a beautiful girl with a half elf and a magical archer, so small that she was disputed with the Hobbits, who had bright chestnut hair and rounded golden eyes.
The other is a dark haired brunette with a figure such as the middle meat, a rare color around here because of the emphasis on ease of movement, a lightweight suit with minimal protective gear, a boy with a large tool bag and knife down his waist, and a scourge cood.
"By and large......! Because you don't come forward properly, the rear guard athlete will have a hard time......!
"Shut up...! I'm basically a guard in battle, too. I didn't say it was impotent...!
"Well, it looks like you two still have some leeway. Let's get back to training."
"We'll get back to it, too. Come on, stand up."
"Ha, yes, no!
Kyle once again stuffed Shirley with his body's Cood and Leia's resumption of training, including his constant breath.
It was only recently that the five of us who put Asterios and Shirley in three E-rank adventurers, including Kyle, who accompanied us during the Ancient Dragon Crusade, had more opportunities to go on training and adventure, and it was at the same time that Shirley became constantly associated with the training of other adventurers.
Shirley was troubled by the dilemma of spending less time with her daughter as she became interested in being the instructor of a training center to be built next year.
"Let's call it a day."
"If it seems hard to move tomorrow, don't push yourself into adventure."
Shirley and Asterios turn their backs on three new American adventurers who fall to the ground without scratching a single sweat. That way Kyle and the others would hang the bronze recognition votes again - or, uh, go home like undead with groans.
"Oh, Mom!
"Done?
"Yes, just now. Weren't you bored?
Sophie and Tio stroke their heads gently as they rushed to Shirley's in the square after running off on business at the guild.
"Mm-hmm. It was fun to watch."
"Is that so?"
"Then go home quickly! You're stew today, aren't you?
"You don't have to hurry so much, if you're an ingredient, you can already buy it -"
At that time, no matter how anyone saw it, Shirley was the only one who saw something black coming toward the peaceful sight.
Without noticing the other adventurers here, trying to cover Sophie and Tio...
"... ugh."
In an instant, it is slashed and misty.
From the limited creation of swords by fantasy alchemy, there was no one here who realized that he had carried out the three-step process of erasing the "White Sword Ghost", which broke the roots of power and all the shapeless objects in the curses and concepts, at a speed that could be called divine speed.
"Mom? What's wrong?
"…… No, it's nothing."
When a problem occurs, Shirley tongues inside.
The black magic of Shirley was reflected in her vision by her ability to see all of Shirley's magic.
I don't know if the original invisible sole is a curse or an implication, but the problem is that the aim was definitely Sophie and Tio.
(Who the hell...!
Shirley becomes aware of the hatred she has long forgotten since her beloved daughter was born.
The White Sword Ghost is now about to represent its horrible alias.
Castle of the Imperial Empire, on the other hand. In the lab of the court magician, blood stained the area like bright red flowers.
"Gi, gi, gi, gi, gi, gi!?!?
"Oh, hey!? What's wrong with you?
Suddenly, the court magician, deeply and sharply wounded by the hanging of his shoulders from his waist, died screaming of the Terminator, and Alberto could only fall back with his hips off the sudden situation and his butt on the floor.
"And you failed...? Yeah, you unusable bastard!
Alberto stuffing the dead like a whip. His word for failure seemed to be shooting at the target and not subtly.
More than in ancient times, a curse is called a curse that is lifted or broken by none other than the operator, but the most horrible thing about it is that if the curse is returned in some way, the operator will receive the recoil.
It's still better if you just faint, but one such intense means of countermagic that depending on the technique used, it's not strange to have your whole body dispersed.
But they are all due to the shock caused by the magic reflux, and they are not exactly slaughtered (...) by mistake.
"Damn, what a waste of time and failure is. We have to get a more powerful magician next time."
Without noticing any such anomalies, Alberto will have to fill the next person.
He wasn't aware. In the presence of a transcendent swordsman, who has skipped slaughter on the operator through witchcraft destroyed by pure martial arts.
He was looking down on his own. I decided on my own that it was an exaggeration of the guild of adventurers, such as the exorcism of the Dragon King.
He didn't even try to find out foolishly. As the leader who binds a nation, who the hell has touched the reverse scale?