From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“A hundred soldiers, even the armor they brought. You didn't think the Earl was just watching that, did you? ”

I wondered why Wheelken was here. Was he a debtor?

Me and Hulken relaxed. My baron's status seems so important to this bastard.

Well, maybe it's the only wheelchair that can pick my Earl's throat.

“No, I didn't ask you to bring that. Why are you asking me that? ”

So I talked to him.

I'm not who I used to be. Now I was worthy of being beaten by the guillotine wheelchair.

“You've grown up. Chris.”

Wheelken smiles as he speaks. Why is that smile creepy?

“I think he's about the same height now. Maybe.”

It was big, but it's still growing.

“So the problem is the weapon that came with a hundred soldiers? ”

No, like that.

Your servant is small, but wheelchair, you move like that?

He still smiled and said.

“I just came. ”

Honestly, I was a little nervous, but there was no reason.

“Soldiers and weapons are a gift. ”

Looks like you're doing well under the Servants. I was about to come back with a wheelchair.

I don't think I can handle it yet. He was still gigantic, hideous and odd.

“Are you better than before? ”

“Well, a little bit. ”

“Isn't the palace filled with oil? ”

I feel like we should fight.

This man was a knight without fail. A very struggling knight.

He gives me a glimpse of life and stirs me up. Exciting senses were targeting my whole body.

An invisible blade slashes your left thigh. Strange.

He wears the sword to his left, so if I cut him off at the same time, my left thigh slashes even when my right thigh has to be cut.

I was curious about how. You recall a place that rests on a bluish slope and show your willingness to attack.

I shifted and became energetic as I thought of a series of gestures that twisted my body with my spear. My life began to blend in with Whelken's.

It was close to a match.

“Baron!"

I heard a voice looking for me in a hurry.

Hiccup!

The door opens and a soldier enters, breathing and swallowing his breath. I let go of my life and looked at Hülken.

As the lives of the two tense men disappeared, the soldier sighed and sighed.

“I think you should go now! ”

The soldier's voice was urgent. As soon as I heard him, I thought about what could happen today.

It wasn't a deep night, but it was sunset. Tomorrow, the nobles who have visited will return, and Count Dutch will be waiting for me.

What could possibly go wrong here? If anyone has an idea, I'll stay calm.

“Now that Squire Alice……."

Alice is currently in charge of security.

Beep beep.

“Speak as you go. ”

Finding me, even with Alice in place, is the kind of thing she can't solve on her own. The soldier who called me told me to take the lead.

“Location.”

“Head towards the center. ”

“Lead on.”

I was frustrated about running ahead of the soldiers, but I couldn't run.

At least I'm relieved that there's only one person in the territory who might hurt Alice now, and he was with me a little while ago.

In other words, there was currently no force within the territory to do anything about her.

* * *

You are Squire, and the Master is Chris Fraunmoont. At the end of the inauguration ceremony, no one told me what she had to do.

Nothing has changed with Squire. I thought so.

‘You can't kill me. ’

I don't know anything about noble periods, but I realized the situation would get more complicated at the moment of killing.

Furthermore, the moment you pick up the sword, you realize that the opponent is beneath you. It was the kind of thing you naturally realize without anyone notifying you.

“What a bitch! ”

If he's not alone in the world, he's quite stuffy.

I feel bad, but Alice doesn't really care. I focused on something important.

“Ugh.”

His elbow was cut off and he was bleeding out. The man does not scream.

“Dead.”

Someone saw it and said,

Cutting off an arm doesn't necessarily kill a person. Although bleeding while being cut off often kills you, you often live through quick treatment.

But it doesn't mean you have to live. I died of instantaneous pain and shock. I think I could have lived if I had come a little earlier.

The dead man was unlucky.

“You did? ”

Alice looks at the opponent.

Normally, she would have drawn her sword and killed the opponent. I wanted to.

There was no slight aversion to murder. The training she received was not very pleasant.

However, another name called itself, Squire.

‘If I kill him, Chris will be in trouble. ’

I haven't even earned my Lord's title yet. Knowing the difficulties.

Should I kill him?

I was troubled.

“My……."

“I told you to do it. ”

A pig snorts in front of the escort knight.

‘Yod Ventes. ’

While I was in charge of security, he and his men confirmed it. Thanks to you, I knew his face and name.

“I love you. What's your name? Is this a nobleman's ceremony?”

“Alice.”

Alice has heard worse gossip in her ears when she works at the inn.

It sounded like a compliment to me that I was in love. The user doesn't like the target, so the user frowns.

“It's worth the squinting. You're not spending the night with me? ”

It's the world's scariest wreck.

You're talking like that in front of the dead.

Is it because he's a nobleman? ’

Or is he just trash?

“Alice, no. ”

When he arrives, a soldier named Ralph calls him from behind. You said you met Chris in the 7th Infantry.

A man with a hot beard and a limp in his leg.

“I know."

She was aware of the situation. We shouldn't have killed that slowpoke in front of us.

“Ahhhh!”

In that situation, someone leaps in with a scream, and sits feverishly in front of the dead body.

“Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!”

It was a heartbreaking cry. Is it love or family?

“It's noisy. The death of a civilian is no big deal. Will you get out of here? ”

Yod Ventes exclaims. Alice puts an end to her worries and draws her sword.

Grrr.

An escort knight comes forward with a sharp sword. I don't know if they have eyes for rotting.

“Step back.”

He grabs Yod's arm and pulls himself back. Seeing that, Alice remembered her father's teachings.

“When it's hard to judge, act as you normally believe. ”

The most important thing in combat is judgment. The first thing you need to do is see your opponent's weapon and decide how to move.

Actions are next. If your head is stiff, you die early, and if you have short thoughts, you die early.

Training is an act that speeds up judgment and gives you the ability to escape even if you make the wrong decision.

I said something about fighting and fighting, but I think I'll be okay with this.

“I'm a little sorry. ”

Alice sprinkles a sword with her horse.

Ping.

She didn't learn his past. Chris learned a completely different technique than he did.

I haven't dealt with the vice properly yet, so I'm just showing you some of the swords I learned from my father.

Her sword is thinner and longer than a normal sword. Nevertheless, it was hard, so I did not bend my legs.

As I drew my sword, I set my right foot forward. It was a forward thrust at the same time as the draw.

The opposing Pokémon's blade is not even dry yet. He tries to avoid the sword.

‘Slow.'

Alice's opponent was the skill. This was the first time. She misjudges the opposing Pokémon's skills.

Puck!

The user punctures the target's throat just by pulling and stabbing.

“Huff!"

The user bites at the bubble and the target collapses. Alice pulls her sword with a reflective pull.

“Hehe!”

The acolyte who saw it was frightened and impressed as long as there was Yod Ventes.

“…… how dare you! ”

He cries out in anger. At the same time, I heard a familiar voice.

“Well done, Squire Alice. ”

It was a clear voice that usually made jokes, but it seemed like a completely different person because it contained a heavy weight.

“…… Are you here? Master.”

It was a crowded place, so I kept an example. He also called himself Squire.

He steps forward and looks at Yod Ventes and opens his mouth.

“Do you have something to say? ”

The moment I saw Chris' face, Alice could rarely see that he was truly angry.

* * *

I've killed a lot of people, and I've seen a lot of my colleagues die right next door.

Some of my comrades were killed in action.

I had once spent a month as a deserter drunk after completing the quest because I intended to die.

I've seen so many deaths.

“Well done, Squire Alice. ”

But what is this feeling?

“Someone who shouldn't have died is dead. ”

After a short recollection, Yod Ventes looks at me, his eyes trembling.

“Do you have something to say? ”

When I asked him, he was loud and screaming.

“What do you say? Is that what you're saying? My escort knight was killed in an accidental attack! ”

“You like to ambush the bad guys. ”

Someone mutters.

“Who are you?! ”

“Baron Fraunmut's Lynd Sonate. ”

When you arrive, Lind approaches from behind and stands beside you.

“It was a fair duel, but the opponent was too weak. It ended at the same time as the sword was drawn. ”

Lind told me.

Yod shakes his cheeks.

“I will hold myself accountable for this! ”

Responsibility. You have to ask. Of course I do.

“Why did you kill him? ”

As his tone changes, Yod blinks at me.

I saw Baron Savenade and Birch Dutch behind the crowd. Are you here for a fun spectacle?

“He hit my acolyte! And he didn't forgive me, so he just beat the shit out of me! ”

You son of a bitch.

I've calmed my emotions. I had to show my strength once anyway.

Otherwise, you'll try to bite me like a pack of jackals.

Nobles were like that. The lions are only a few, and they like to flock around in herds of jackals.

“If your escort knight had died in a righteous duel, you would not have paid for my life yet. ”

No one understood me. No, there is one.

Lind hears that and nods.

“What nonsense are you talking? ”

Yod clears his mouth without noticing.

“Now that you've killed one person, I'll leave you with one head. ”

I think I finally understand.

“What?"

The blackened pig opens his mouth. No, my words bore the acolyte bluer. Don't worry. I'm not trying to kill you.

Alice, who was looking at it, said.

“He said he had her killed. ”

Nice timing.

“Earl Ventes' eldest son, Yod Ventes. ”

I took the old cloth out of my arms with the horse. A cloth used to grease a window blade.

Handkerchiefs, gloves, whatever. I'll have to wear gloves next time.

Big deal.

I threw that cloth at his cheek. The oily, heavy cloth slaps his cheek and falls to the ground.

“I request a duel. This duel is for the one who died unfairly, there will be no rejection. ”

“You're right. ”

Wheelken nods his head when he arrives.

“What! I've lost the knight to replace me! Give me a chance to fight the knights of my territory someday..."

“Don't bullshit me. Son of a bitch.”

A man is dead, safe, in the land I promised you would be a fence.

“Show some courage if you want to live. ”

In case my mind moves.

“Ugh. What are you talking about? Hey, come on, I've never held a sword before in my life. ”

The pig begged as his tone changed.

“Oh, you want me to show you how to live? ”

Looking back, I see a woman with poisonous eyes in her arms.

“He asks for forgiveness. Do you want to forgive?”

“…… do I have to forgive you? ”

She looked at me and asked. On his face, he seemed to recall two letters: resignation.

“Don't do it if you don't want to. ”

“Then I don't want to. ”

Tears fell over my hard face without laughing or crying.

I turned my head again and opened my mouth.

“I heard.”

“No, what! A civilian has died and is being paid for it! ”

Nobles often say that the cost of the lives of ordinary people and nobles is different. I have a part to agree with.

“The cost of my life and the lives of others is different. ”

But I had to pay a reasonable price for touching my man. I don't give a damn about nobles.

“Baron Savannah! Help me!"

In a hurry, he looks back and shouts. Baron Savannah's knight looks at it and tries to move forward.

I knew he'd come here and unleash a myriad of provocative energy on me.

Couldn't resist my curiosity. But not right now.

“If you want to fight, you better do it next time. If you step forward now, I'll kill whoever it is. ”

In my words, the knight groaned and swallowed, whispering in the ear of Baron Savannah.

I felt a sense of sensitivity as I moved the vice.

“I don't think today's the day. ”

Yeah, that's a good idea.

“Bird of Dutch! ”

“Who are you?”

Very witty. Baron Dutch has turned his back on Yod Ventes.

These are not fools. He must have figured out everything that was going on.

The pig saw me again.

“Hey, Baron! Baron Fraunmut.”

“Will you lay down and take the sword? That's not so bad either. ”

“Please!"

“Bring Lord Whelken to me as a legitimate contestant. ”

“It's a hobby.”

Speaking of which, he stepped out. I reached out to the guards and took the sword. It was a dull sword.

“Begin the duel. ”

Wheelken scratches his ear and says, "I stabbed a pig to death."

“Ow!"

The handset rang. The cold silence settles around you.

Do they think I killed them because of my temper?

“Hmph. Real good. ”

Baron Savannah mutters. Then you really thought I'd let him go.

I can see Earl Vantes' prey. The greed of sending a wretched firstborn to stand on my feet.

A lust to swallow up Vise Knight and all its fame.

I've been watching the noble period get tired of it, and I've been keeping track of the flow. I'm sure not only Earl Vantes, but everyone around him is coveting me.

I couldn't believe it if I didn't show it to them. If I have to show my strength, I will not let anyone forget.

“Lynd!"

Lynd, Digo, and an axe were attached to my cry. Alice took up a spot.

Count Ventes will regret this for the rest of his life.

I was going to make it happen.