What do people dream of as children?
Being a brave man, saving the world? Being a wise man and finding out what the world is all about? Being a Virgin and giving people healing?
The people of Easwind, ancestors of heroes, will dream of such a future once and for all. I admire the Absolute and will want to be so myself.
Neither did I. When I was five, I opened "The Story of Brave Iris" in my parents' study. That picture book planted a strong longing in me.
Me too, I want to be a brave man and fight dragons! I want to face despair, knowing I am no match, and have a brilliant victory! And I want to disappear during the triumphal parade and embark on a wandering and salvation journey!
I used to think so, too. Raising the level to the extreme was lavish, saying that it was never possible, and had encouraged training and demonic crusades since he was a boy.
My father and mother naturally stopped me. As the next owner of the Vilban family, my child tried to lock me up in the mansion, saying that I should not do anything dangerous like that.
But it only oiled my adventurous mind, and the obstacles made me rather happy to escape outside the mansion. And he fought affordable demons in the suburbs and even went up there.
It was fun. The level that goes up as I see it. My flesh to be fortified with it. Skills given from heaven seemed like ales to me.
Really, it was fun. How refreshing it is to be able to feel your growth! The studies I hated were no longer bitter, and I absorbed my knowledge of martial arts and magic, like a dry desert.
By then, my father and mother had also changed their eyes to see me. They even reputed me as' the pride of the Vilban family 'and looked at me with eyes that looked like they saw a hero.
So I became more and more concerned, when I was thirteen, I gathered my colleagues from the Royal School to form what would become the 'White Light Knights'. Not a raw school labyrinth demon, the Knights of the Boys to fight suburban demons and train in action.
Now that I think about it, I think I was doing something very blue-smelling, but at the time I had a full day. Eighteen years before I was born in this country and graduated from Royal School, I was in the glow.
- But after graduation from higher education. I will face reality.
After graduation, waiting for me to join the Royal Knights with exhilaration were the Knights of Efficiency and Safety.
Seek this by number against any demon. If there is no difference in level from the demon by more than twenty, it is forbidden to fight in close range. This is what my superiors have been tapping into me as a cadet starting to take a new path.
Naturally, I rebelled. That's not like a knight! It doesn't seem like a shield to protect people! and.
They were laughing at me like that. Laughed and told me one fact.
There will be knights who will exterminate the demons in a glorious way, won't there? There will be knights who will push so hard to stop the demonic invasion, won't there? That's a - it's a selfie show.
The chosen knight is an elite unit. Demons are tamed by the Demons. Sometimes you look like you're struggling, don't you? If you were watching, you'd have held a sweat in your hand. But that's a scenario play.
Stunned, I finally asked "for what" with my thoughts - no, I really knew. I didn't have to bump into questions, I was thinking of answers. Still, I couldn't help asking.
- For what? It will be decided. That one, he's going to fill in for the Knights.
As an officer, you have to remember that kind of "petty worker," don't you?
It's okay. You can do it. You are very good and smart. The play also looks clever.
But all I came back with was a hand that was amicably placed on my shoulder and a laugh that invited me to deceive.
I was desperate. A knight would not be such a thing! We must live as clean, right and strong as possible as the norms and yearnings of people! We must stand bravely and resolutely against the enemy in distress, even if it does not extend to brave men and heroes!
You think that counts to conquer the enemy? If you can't make sure it's safe, you shouldn't have your hands on it. You think heroism is created by acting out?
No, you can't do that. In such an environment, no brave man can be born. Those who have the courage do not do useless small work.
Having thought of it that way, I forged the troops I had been given as elite troops fighting on the front lines. If the upper echelons hold the knight statue, why don't we be the 'ideal knights' on the play street? And shall not slowness be a hero and a norm for the people?
The endorsers were also gathered, and the young Leon de Vilban was breathing. In volunteering for the task of crusading demons, he was actively trying to level up, be strong, and be strong.
- But I met with all kinds of obstruction, and eventually, I was to leave the Knights.
The pile that leaves is struck. Faction conflict. Jealousy of the strong. Pulling your legs together. Whatever cause you can think of.
You must have been scared of my troops growing in strength. In the name of fairness, we were given clerical work at headquarters and were kept and killed.
I have become disgusted with the corruption of the Knights. What can't you do to raise the level? I don't want to be strong.
You don't think it's a good idea for a newcomer to have a say? I didn't mean to be hairy. I was just trying to be a hero for the people, for the country.
Even so, the upper layers tried to salt me. I was told that when the time came, I would undo it, but in the end, it was not something I could bear. That's why I left the Knights of my own free will.
And I raised the level. I explored magic science. The Dwarf artisans were made to make swords and armor, which they altered over a decade of months.
For what? To be brave. To be the hero I dreamed of when I was young.
Now that I think about it, I guess I was trying to look back at the upper echelons of the Knights, peeling. I was immersed in research and training as if something had been attached to me.
As a result, the level rose to 190, and silver swords and armor, which can also be called a collection of magic sciences, were created. But that was it.
I could not be a brave man. The higher you go, the harder the road gets, and you've whispered to me to give up. My body has faded over thirty paths, and I have that voice that is hard to resist - at last, I have lost to myself.
From then on, he ran to realism, rationalism, to turn away from his dreams, and the dream of becoming a brave man sealed with his sword and armor.
He was also harshly treated to students in the school where he was asked to work for his knowledge of magic science. Don't dream. He told me to look at reality and move. Don't be like yourself, the word swallowed up gleefully, and I told them not to dream unexpectedly.
For that reason, I grew up as a teacher when I became known as "Dr. Leon deserves it in the second year of middle school".
I think it was a peaceful life. I even found rewarding the teacher's work of teaching things to children and watching them grow.
But there were no dreams there. I didn't have a passion to burn hot. Am I not just killing myself and efficiently imparting knowledge? Sometimes, such thoughts flickered the back of my brain.
That is why I, as a teacher, made every effort - on my forty-eighth birthday, so determined.
Then it was only two months later. That chaotic dragon and the black knight showed up.
It was overwhelming. The battle of heroes seen raw set my heart on fire.
Evil dragons attacking the country! Interception is 10,000 troops! But all we could do was lay low in one defeat and watch our fatherland ravaged.
- As it is, Easwind perishes.
That's when everyone thought so and almost gave up. In the sun a still black shadow jumped out of the fort with birdy lightness.
Shortly afterwards, the chaos dragon screams. Seeing, isn't there a cracked chaos dragon brow that didn't suffer one scratch until then!
When people are truly stunned, they lose their words. At that time, too, we were staring at the chaotic dragon that uniformly opened our mouths without hesitation and turned ourselves into pain. And he stared at the brave man who distressed that chaotic dragon without even blinking.
A helmet that covers your head perfectly, dressed like a "light warrior". All of them were stained in pitch black, creating a kind of unusual air.
That's the meeting between me and the Black Knight. It was the moment I met a real brave man, dreaming of a brave man.
And then not for three months. I was running through the darkness of the night as a black knight.
He dyes black the sword and armor he was pushing into the attic and patrols the Grand Feria at night. At first, it was like a little fun.
Identify yourself with the brave man burned in the eye in order to do something about the inexorable excitement. It was a disguise for it and a patrol for it.
At first, the people who saw me in black knighthood were just amazed and satisfied. "Are you that black knight?" I felt the comfort of just nodding in silence.
After a while, I was going to stop. I was going to end the fun and return to my magic science teacher, Leon de Vilban.
But when I heard that the Black Knight was helping people at the Grand Feria at night - I wanted to "do the same".
Equipment for a dish that combines Dwarf technology with magic science, a level of 190. Many of the skills I have developed so far.
I guess I shouldn't have had enough power to act like a black knight poorly. I jumped out into the city at night, totally concerned about it.
Then, I vigorously helped people. It started with protecting women from drunkards, and it also did something to tie up spies from other countries. He praised some corrupt aristocrats and beat down knights who wear power to kasas and behave tyrannically.
To be honest, it was fun. For the sake of the world, it was refreshing to wield power for people. Every time I cast a wicked man, the justice in me rose in ambition. I was completely drunk on myself like the brave man I once dreamed of.
As a result, I have been solemnly sanctified by the real Black Knight. He was recklessly trying to be a brave man, and he was paying back. The middle-aged man playing "The Brave Man" couldn't have fought the brave man, and I failed completely without the art of doing it.
I don't resent him. Thanks to you, I was awakened by the anesthesia. Instead, I even remembered to thank you for making me dream for a while.
So the magic science tailored sword and armor sealed again, and I went back to my original routine - though.
"Come on, sister. The knight called you, didn't he? I know you have to be honored."
"Ya, stop..."
The remnants of my work as a black knight, or when the rotten ones did it, became visible to me.
Even now, a town girl pulled into an alley is about to be assaulted by a knight. Besides, obnoxiously, the opponent is the head of the unit. If we put it in help, we wouldn't just be sorry in a lot of ways.
Once, I just worked as a knight, and I know how dirty their modus operandi is. I also know what nagging things I do to satisfy my desires.
On my level, it's easy to help. But if you think about the later, you shouldn't have your hands here. Like the others, it is clever to pass by pretending not to see.
What, is that a common sight? Nothing, it's not unusual. Even if I help you here, you're in the end.
If I had been here a year ago, I would have convinced myself of that and left the place behind.
- But. But I...
"Stay!
"What!?
I accidentally bought the lion's coverings I was selling at a nearby souvenir shop and I jumped up onto the roof of a private house. And then he hit the knight grabbing the woman's arm with a tearing mood.
I don't know what I'm doing myself. "The Brave One" should have been punished, why am I doing this kind of imitation?
"What, you're kidding me. Are you a lion? Or is that Pakli the Black Knight?
The captain laughs at me for hiding my face with lion decorations.
Get your hands off me, you wicked bastard!
But I look down on the knight, without shame or cowardice.
"Hmm? You know who I am? Ah?"
A knight climbed onto the roof of the building across the street, guided by a triangle kick. In that gap, the town daughter flutters away.
Now the purpose has been achieved. Come on, you'll be satisfied with this, Leon de Vilban. What more can you do?
"Ah? You're selling fights, dude!
A knight who spits and raises his anger. In front of him, I...
"My name is Mask Dryon. It keeps the peace in this city."
I even gave him a name.
"What, are you sick of cancer? The Black Knight will be enough for the righteous."
"No. I'm not a black knight. But justice can be done to anyone. It doesn't matter if you're not a black knight to move driven by proselytism. I don't care if you don't have the power like him."
Words that even come out with their mouths. Listening to my own words as if they were a dialogue of theatre, I had felt years of questioning melting away.
Yes, if you want to be righteous, if you want to be brave, you didn't have to admire someone else. Compared to the Black Knights and former heroes, there was no need to give up because they had no power like them.
Look at yourself! You have a level of 190! So, what do we need to hesitate about? He turned his attention to all the things he couldn't do, and why, he was turning away from what he could.
I don't need to give up. You don't have to put up with it. I don't even pretend not to look at it. If you wanted to take the right path, you should have!
"Give me a break. Just call me, man."
"- Fine. Okay, mask dry on, come on!
Me jumping up the three moons on my back. Interceptions are unsuccessful. And we set the scene for the Grand Feria of the night, and we started a fierce fight.
And I was able to fulfill my childhood dreams - a new brave man was born in the city.