All I see is the late twenties.
Bright brown hair.
The front hair is cut in one piece, and the end of the long hair stretched out next to it looks quite neat because it contains plenty of waves.
"..."
But the eyes of the beast are as sharp as it is.
Violence that never disappears, even though it is now almost expressionless, hangs on its face. If she didn't know she was a Swordmaster, she'd look at her face and think,
Definitely.
It's different from the whiteness I feel.
There is no job that can be remembered by looking at the face of such a gifted person but a serial killer or a pleasure killer. The killer is forced to face the murderer.
It's amazing how ornamental it is.
Gimcott's ability to see ornaments is level.
I'll tell you that. Crazier serial killers than this woman don't exist in this world. The Sword Master is the worst serial killer of all time. That was proven.
- I...
Most of all, I don't feel this way... but I'm strong. Fucking strong. Definitely stronger than me. It is strong enough to hold the judgment that it will not last long if you really fight.
Is this enough energy?
I get a rough quote.
Fucking tough guy.
An opponent I can't beat.
- Head, head.
I feel a heartbeat.
The eagerness of the battle, which burned fiercely throughout the contest and went to waste, starts to burn again when you put the strong man in front of your eyes. If I fight to kill a man like this, can I not know that I'm not enough?
I can't help but feel my hand trembling. Yes, a warrior this strong can think of wanting to fight once.
Of course not.
Isn't that obvious?
It's just a fantasy.
"Are you done exploring?"
"...!"
It takes about four seconds for the analysis to be discreet.
The Swordmaster said that as soon as he walked towards me.
Oh, fuck!
I can't believe you're being interrogated!
"... I didn't see it that way. It was just to focus, so please have mercy."
"It's okay. It's not rude. It's a good habit."
She stood before me, speaking surprisingly humane words.
I'm taller.
It's about the same height as Claudie.
"Nothing is as important as the habit of rethinking the other person's skills. Of course, ash is of the utmost importance. You need to know the difference in skills to survive. Swordsmanship begins with the recognition of the gap."
As the Swordmaster said, he reached out to me to shake his hand. Are you going to give the winner the honor of handshaking?
I lowered my head and slowly grabbed her hand to give an example.
- Ugh.
A strong energy is conveyed.
My hands are bigger, but I'm not a prank.
"I listened very carefully to the strong winnings."
Shake her hand so slowly, she said.
"After the victory, the roar was great. Yeah, I like it. Any warrior should have that kind of guilt. I don't hate loud-voiced warriors."
"Thank you for the compliment, the most revered Swordmaster of all warriors!"
"That's a long speech. Won't you make it short?"
"I see!"
I don't think I like adding rhymes to horses or abusing them. Certainly the attitude is unmanned.
Anyway, I shook hands and let go.
"Hmmm..."
She stands in front of me, sweeping her chin, rolling her eyes up and down, looking at me slowly.
"I see. It's amazing to see you like this."
What's so amazing?
Her words lead.
"The Mirkesha nomads won the Musketeers' Competition. It's amazing. I've never seen anything like this before."
"..."
No, this motherfucker is suddenly saying this in front of a winner from Mirkesha.
Do you hate nomads?
In fact, Karin is also from the Royal Knights, a group of human beings who come to this tower.
Karin has been a cruel and inhuman man ever since.
Nevertheless, because of the mix of nomads, I ended up packing my things with my feet after being ignored and promoted. In the end, it is a group that worships nothing but `quite' many people of African origin.
Then there must be a reason to be from... maybe this woman's inclination is a reflection of her form of weathering. The organizational culture is determined by the propensity of the head of any group.
I'm a barbarian, aren't I?
"Oh, of course. It's not like I hate nomads."
She explained as if she were adding:
"It's been a long time, but I've been at war with them."
"...?"
What is it?
What the hell does it mean to say that you didn't hate it and then you went to war? Are you talking a little weird because you're a crazy butcher?
Maybe it's just a young appearance, and it's actually very old, so it's kind of comforting.
"You can't hate them."
She said with a smile that seemed to satisfy her with her arms.
"It was a boring long war, but it was so much fun. It might not be good to share blood and knives with brave warriors every day. I was very faithful to life, unlike now, when I was blurred."
As the Swordmaster grasped the strange atmosphere unique to the madmen who had completely turned around, he began to explain that the old things were held alive as they were yesterday.
"I killed a lot of them."
"..."
"The situation at the border wasn't making any sense at the time."
No, I'm fucking scared of barbarians.
"The nomads of Mirkesha were brave warriors, and they slaughtered the people of the kingdom as if they were pillaging and killing bugs. I was not the only one troubled by the barrel. It's worse than the monsters."
I listened to her quietly.
"Because of that situation, Kar at that time ordered me to go to war. It was a very good order. The power of the nomads has been severely compromised by it."
The war between the Karga Kingdom and the Mirkesha nomads... I need to find out when it happened. If you listen to the story, the nomads at the time were horrible enough not to be opponents of monsters.
"I have fought with them harder than ever, knowing that nomads can never be reckoned with again. It's the first and the last war. You should. It's a really missed time."
She looked me straight in the eye after talking to me there.
"So."
"..."
"Seeing his progeny standing so confidently in front of me after all these years, it feels strange."
I feel crazy to see this woman standing in front of me like this.
"That's why the words seem to be getting a little long. By the way, this Swordmaster was delighted with his eyes and ears. I congratulate you on your overwhelming victory in the most prestigious position."
Still, I congratulate you.
"Thank you, Swordmaster!!"
I expressed my gratitude for the understatement with a loud voice.
"From the sound of his voice, he's as brave as they were. Is it because of its strength and courage?"
"My flowing blood and my pulsating heart will contain the soulfulness of my ancestors, but I think the strength I have gained is because I have had a more inhuman experience than I have ever seen the virtues of my origins."
"An inhuman experience? You use a funny vocabulary. Oh, by the way, I might have been offended by the story I just killed my ancestors. I apologize."
I don't give a shit about cocksuckers like me.
After all, it's just a story of plundering peoples being wiped out by empire soldiers. It's a damn old thing to judge, and you don't have to care at all.
"I have nothing to be offended by because they are not from the past. In the first place, our tribes are not so good for each other, are they? More fighting and killing each other. It was rather interesting to hear the stories of the past."
"Ahaha, that's great."
I smiled as she burst into laughter.
"It was as remarkable as its greatness. Honestly, I haven't been impressed since. I was sure Harun would win."
That's what I thought.
"I was a strong warrior."
"But Paladin was stronger. It's amazing and shocking. I know he already told you, but he was my own map."
"Yes?"
The Swordmaster himself?
That son of a bitch was pretty good, but it's not that transcendent, is it?
"What would I be if I had a surprising look? Every time I asked for time, I personally guided the boy. Of course it didn't take that long... but I can't believe I played with it so simply."
"..."
I closed my mouth when I had nothing to say.
"His talent was a genius, but is it also a matter of practical experience? No. Even so, my age doesn't make that difference."
She looked through my whole body as she spoke.
"Anyway, Harun won't be able to use that kid anymore. I don't think I can see anymore. Half my hobbies, I can't believe I lost to a subject I had my guidance on. I'm feeling a little sick. You must be a genius, but it's amazing."
Swordmaster was a great chatter.
"The times are peaceful, is it difficult for the scriptures to shine? This, even if it wasn't for Paladin, would have been a special recruit for the Empire Knights. It's a pity."
"It is a great honour for me, Swordmaster, just what you said."
"Ahaha, yes. I'm sure it is."
Then she moved a little back for a while and picked up a silver trophy that was about 1 m in size and handed it over to me. But it was closer to the pillar than the trophy.
The silver pillar was very finely woven with warriors fighting. I hugged it.
"It's too bad you didn't see the real skill."
"... are you really good at it?"
"Isn't that right? The skill difference was so great that it didn't seem to fight properly."
"That's a compliment. When I last fought Harun, I did my best."
It's humility here.
"Well, that's what you'd say. But... I wish I had the chance to see the right skills once in a while."
"I'd be happy if you could just tell me."
Have you listened to the Swordmaster? But I don't think it's very good. It turns out this guy's a psycho.
"Ah. But who did Paladin learn swordsmanship from?"
I wanted to finish, but she took it out.
"The completion of swordsmanship is remarkably high. Thinking about your age, you're more likely to have been suggested by some brilliant prosecutor for the underlying goal than for yourself. It's what you build your skills with. Is that right?"
"..."
Karin was the one who told me about Carl.
Do I have to tell you this?
I've been thinking about that for a while.
"If you're reluctant to answer, you don't have to. This is too much pressure. Paladin won the competition. Be honored. Let's do this."
- Jaw.
Finally, the Swordmaster taps my shoulder and turns around and approaches the princess. It led to the crowding of their attendants, and they immediately went somewhere.
"Now the winner!!!!!!!! I will give the prize to Paladin Gimcott!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As he waited, the moderator ran and shouted.
- Glug.
Then, as the door of the Arena on the other side opened, many of the chairmen in inhuman hats and uniforms began to bring luxurious carts.
It's got a lot of shit on it.
"... to get all of that?"
"Yes!!!! Ah! But don't worry!! The staff will deliver you wherever you want!!"
"That's a good thing."
- Whoo.
I took a breath once.
Swordmaster... a pretty scary woman.
Now that I know this, it's a big income.
"You won."
Kimcott wins.
It's a refreshing day.
After a simple stretch that made me feel better, I flew over to the cart with George Windmill.