Frenzy Troll

Roland stands in front of the mirror and clears his voice.

I was fine with my neck, but I was concerned about my outfit and face. Is there a blemish on your face that I should put on makeup to make it clean? But it might be strange for an ancient knight to be cremated.

And the outfit. The way she looks at it, she doesn't look so good. But Osron and the costume experts he hired argued that this would really go well with the recovery of the kite.

He didn't know if it was true or not. It was far from medieval aesthetics, whether it was modern or ancient.

I couldn't go because I wasn't sure.

Roland was supposed to be at the banquet in three hours. At a banquet in the lordship of Bifrost. As I overheard, it was a very big banquet.

It was different from a banquet in a household without Osron.

The banquet was to bring together nobles and prominent people from all countries. In this list of attendees, there were also authors called the Pope's Special Secretariat, Prince Character.

Moreover, most of them had just stepped foot in Bifrost by Bikappa's invitation. They won't know if it's true even if they hear that Roland and other heroes are playing in Bifrost.

So Roland had to prove himself to them. After coming here to Bifrost, it was only after defeating the giant wolf monsters and fighting the Giants and releasing their heroism that they were recognized as legendary knights.

It was impossible to obtain such recognition.

"The feast of Mediah Palace was to celebrate the heroes who were summoned to the ceremony by the king himself. There were those who guarded us even where we had to believe as royal officials. At a banquet where people can't see us, they try to insult us publicly or mock us for being scammers. ’

What should Roland do in the face of such humiliation? Do I have to apply for a duel like an insulted knight? Or do you want to show off your heroic strength and the sturdiness of your skin that cannot be pierced by a spear knife? But it's a crude difference, isn't it?

We've already discussed how to treat each other at the banquet, but Roland hasn't stabilized at all.

In Jason's case, he knew that summoning the Valkyrie would solve everything. How dare you treat the angels who are with you as a fraud?

Of course, it was a plausible claim, but we couldn't just rely on the existence of angels.

Morse, which I knew would speak more carefully than Jason, was not helpful at all.

At that time, Mozi was uncomfortable with the discussion itself.

Mozi now feels and acts like an old wizard, Maurice. Knowledge does not mean that he was an ancient hero, he was just a Korean gamer.

Whenever both identities collided, Mozzie was deeply confused.

It was in the discussion at that time. Mozi panics because she doesn't know whether to speak virtuously as an ancient wizard or as a fraudulent civilian pretending to be a hero.

‘I am · · · · · · · · ·'

Mozi says that, then lowers her head and shuts up the entire time.

I couldn't dare force him to speak. He clearly saw the tears falling from Moji's eyes.

As a result, there were no sharp numbers at the banquet. In the end, Roland had to do as he always did.

Be a hero. Be a Roland.

Such an act was also a war. A war you cannot pray to Odin.

Roland spends his time manipulating the heroic lines in his head. So I heard a voice outside the door.

Angie shouts.

“Knight, it's banquet time! Come out!”

Roland looks in the mirror one last time.

I saw a muscular man with a red beard. It would be awkward if I met him on the side of the road when I was an old Korean.

I eagerly hoped that that overwhelming look would overwhelm everyone.

Roland rises from his seat and cries out, majestically.

“Here we go, Angie! Summon the others! ”

* * * * * * *

Vikappa glances at the splendid recovery of her kite.

This banquet was important. Opportunity to attract power from countries back to this city.

So I didn't think it was just a banquet, but I had to do well. The fate of the city could have been severed by the defeat of this banquet. It was also the fate of Bikappa, the lord.

Vikappa could never give up being the monarch here.

Being a monarch was not very comfortable. The cost of maintaining this city was enormous, and the guests who visited the city were immense tyrants, so they had to spend their days full of positivity whenever they had to treat their high lords.

However, there was something left to cover all the damages, so it was income.

Being the monarch of Bifrost has been enough money.

Earning tax was tremendous, but it wasn't just that. Bikappa, as a banker, has established a firm financial position in Bifrost.

First, we set up a union to dedicate the auction of supplies from the world's water, which, of course, belonged to Vikappa.

Interest income from lending money to struggling drivers, as well as profits from providing financial services to help organize the assets that would remain in my hometown. The profit from the salt resell was absolutely breathtaking.

The hard-working financials represented the abundance of income. Bikappa used only a fraction of the tax revenue as an administrative budget, which was not enough to finance it.

Vikapa hoped that he might be the richest man in Midgard if he could rule here for another twenty years. So supplying Bifrost with warriors was of the utmost importance.

The first guest who came was a priest. Bishop Bifrost quickly greeted him as he showed his face.

“Your Grace!”

He was a Pope in a purple suit. If the negotiations with that man go well, we may be able to call on the expedition to each country again in the name of the Pope.

I approached Pope Bicapado and expressed my appreciation for his visit.

Since then, guests have shown their insides. As they were all important figures, Vikappa smiled brightly at everyone without disgust.

Meanwhile, the nobles of Bifrost appeared.

The moment the Duke of Iced Spicy appeared, Vikappa rushed out and hugged him with both arms.

“Ah, my ally! What an honor it is to have you here! ”

Despite losing most of his troops, this man was still the ruler of Zigo. I'm desperate now, but if I change my mind, I can get reinforcements from my home country.

Unlike that expectation, Icelandic responded powerlessly.

“The alliance is destroyed. ”

“Yes?”

“I'm sorry, but I no longer hold a grudge against Lord Roland. Rather, if I owe you one. Besides, I don't have 10,000 men to back you up, so forgive me. ”

“That's it. Of course, it's okay to forgive and sleep. Never mind the old days, and I wish I could unwind this banquet. ”

Ice Spicy nods with a complex face. Such a powerless gesture as the Duke of the Great Duke.

Seeing that pathetic expression, Vikappa utters a profanity in her heart. The ruining Iced Spicy has lost all the strength he had. "

‘Just calm down the banquet, you idiot. ’

Fortunately, the next guest did not limp like that.

Bojoa and her brothers-in-arms show off their fluttering silk and reveal themselves to the president.

It was time for Bikapa to show up dressed as if they were Jubin himself.

There are those who have gained gold for their adventures. It was going to be quite a show.

Indeed, Bozoa acted as expected by Bikappa.

“I didn't see you before, did I? ”

Bojoa speaks enthusiastically, not with ridicule, in the nobleman's greeting.

“Since you've accomplished so well! Do you know how much gold I've earned? How much interest is added to some deposits? · · · · · ·"

“Isn't it because of that apology that you became aware of? ”

“An apology?”

“A golden apple. Rumor has it the general has taken it, so maybe you've already eaten it and regenerated. ”

“No! Let's not! You can't have eaten already! ”

I looked closely at Boazoa, smiling and answering.

Do you think he got the golden apple in the middle of the war? I wanted to be able to find out if it was true at this banquet.

‘As soon as I find out he has it, I'll ask Morgana to steal it.'

Since then, Bojoa has begun to boast.

How great was the battle against the Trolls that had won the gold?

“I've never had this experience in my life. You probably never will! I can't do that! Can you imagine Giant Archers firing cannonball arrows while the Trolls on the giant beast charge, and finally, a giant black dragon appearing on a rocky mountain and burning them all? He was really big as a mountain! The fire made the world immortal · · · · · ·"

“Is there really a dragon? ”

“That's what I said! If you're in this city, you don't want to see it. When you climb the water of the world, you see the use of fire-breathing turtles. There are many dragons like lizards. Once upon a time, a black dragon flew in and burned refugees outside the city · · · · ·”

“How many refugees have you killed? ”

Bojoa opens her mouth without hesitation to answer the question.

“About 10,000 burned to death? ”

The nobleman who was asking asked with a vague look on his face.

“Is the dragon so strong? ”

“It's huge, it flies, it's strong, it bounces off arrows. What are you going to do? ”

“Then there's nothing strange about the city, not just the refugees. How did he overcome that crisis? And how did you stop the dragon that was bigger than the mountain? ”

“Heroes! Lord Roland took care of them! I've never seen a hero defeat a black dragon, but Lord Roland killed one with my own eyes! He burned the entire mountain he was riding on to the last balcony, and the rocks were melting and lava was flowing. Do you know what lava is? If the rock melts, it becomes red water. I've never seen that before in my life.

It's a fictional story, but it's too fictional. Some of the nobles gathered were wondering how to react to it.

I took pride in pretending to believe purely that this side looks stupid. Nevertheless, all of Bifrost admitted to the fact that it would be an act of ignoring them all.

In the meantime, young people were abundant. The young judge, who was sure to think of himself as cold and rational, asked.

“How can you prove that this actually happened? And how am I supposed to prove that these heroes have even seen Valhalla? ”

“Their work proves it! ”

“Well, the priests who graduated from the Academy of Science and Wizardry argued that it was never possible to enslave an ancient hero. You also provided the justification for the claim. ”

It was almost a taunt. Boerzoa, who felt ignored, was furious.

Someone else intervened in the conversation.

“You can testify. I'm happy to assure you, I was also on the scene where the world was on fire. He really is Sir Roland. ”

The judge kept his mouth shut as he tried to question whether the testimony and proof were the same. He was an Icelandic duck. I couldn't face the Grand Duke of the Grand Duke.

However, there were those who supported the silent judge.

The Pope opened his mouth slowly.

“But that's impossible, Duke. Hundreds of years ago, heroes were resurrected on this earth? Didn't the war priests say anything? That's not possible. I can give you an hour to explain why that's not possible.

Meanwhile, the minister declared in a loud voice.

“Cardinal Osron, the Duke of Mediah, is about to enter! Along with him is the great Mediahn Marquis Roland.

Everyone turns their heads to look at the entrance to the president.

Now, what kind of person would brazenly appear as an ancient hero?

However, the first person who appeared was not a ‘figure.’

She was an angel.

It was impossible for a bird to fly comfortably from a ceiling that wasn't very high. However, the Valkyrie flew naturally through the building, flapping its giant wings.

Her rune spear reflects the rainbow sunlight projected into the stainless glass, giving off light instead of the world.

There were men walking in under that light.

First, a recognizable face, Cardinal Osron. And the heroes walking next to him.

The man with the red beard opened his mouth, wondering if it was Thor himself.

“I am Roland. A knight of the great emperor and a warrior of the god of war. Meet the guests who came to the city I once ruled. ”

End

⁄ Blacksmith