Hagusa Spiritualist Examination Record - Knights of the Virgin and Healing Divinity

For Mr. Presha, His Highness Astina was his immediate superior, but he had never had the opportunity to receive any direct words before.

Because His Royal Highness Astina had always been forced to behave cautiously because of her constant attention from all around her as a third princess.

In the Knights of Lazennaia, it was customary for knights with command of more than a troop leader to give instructions to their subordinates via deputy officers acting as auxiliaries, and it was not recommended to speak directly with certain lower knights.

Quasi-Orthodox knights are elite as a whole, but are often at the forefront with the general military because of their high individual combat ability, making them likely subordinates who, from the point of view of senior knights, are not returning. It was thought that if there was such a thing as to be thoughtful for each person, it would degrade the precision of command.

- But His Highness Astina was different. I didn't hate breaking customs and making my superiors' reputations worse, and I came here to show my men, Mr. Presha.

Mr. Raquel, whose spine is always stretched perfectly, further corrects his posture and expresses his gratitude to His Highness. His Highness raised his hand small and responded, standing in front of Mr. Presha's cell where he was placed.

On the iron plaid, at the end of Mr. Presha's sumptuous gaze, His Highness stands. Mr. Presha felt the figure was divine - but at the same time, a whispering voice in his ear makes words out of his mouth that he never thought he would.

"... This is not the place for His Highness to come. I don't want to be pardoned. I still regret not being able to kill those people who sold my village."

"Eh... Presha, how His Highness felt coming here... eh"

"It's okay, Raquel. I haven't noticed Presha's thoughts and have asked her to cut ahead as a good spear knight...... I thought Presha's resoluteness was reliable. Without knowing what kind of emotion that spear is wielding."

Mr. Presha looked up to His Highness's eyes in a quiet light, without saying anything.

From Mr. Raquel, Mr. Presha had been asked only a few questions about the character of His Highness Astina. Born as a princess, she did not wish to be used as a material for her political strategy to end her life, but, in order to protect her country and her close relatives, entered the cadet college at the same age as Mr. Presha, usually graduating where it would take four years, after completing all her courses in half two years.

Dreaming of marrying the princess of the kingdom to the beauty, also known as its extinction, the cavaliers made numerous contacts - but His Highness Astina did not ever do as they thought, and fought only with personal effort until she was called under the alias' The Lonely Sword Princess'.

His Royal Highness Astina, who stands further afield, Raquel, the object of vision for Mr. Presha. But neither can she ever punish an officer of aristocratic origin who has abandoned his people for protection.

His Highness Astina makes war efforts in the East, all of which return to the centre. Being on the front line originally is an exception in itself, so unlike a soldier who ends his life in battle like himself.

"... I hate, I just fight because I don't want to keep the unforgivable alive. Neither the one who betrayed our village, nor the one from the Gurnica Urban Alliance, will change a thing. Just because I'm a nobleman in this country, I hate traitors more."

- You're sweet, Presha. You are your mother's pride.

- Kill everyone who gets in the way. Even this beautiful man can never tell how much we suffer.

Like a curse, I hear a gentle voice. A willingness to kill indiscriminately boils from within Mr. Presha - it is neither by justice nor by her will.

In her now, no matter how strong she is, I don't think she can survive long on the battlefield. From this time on, it did not even seem possible to move to Lazennaia.

Because some of Mr. Presha, even though given to him by others, are only willing to kill His Highness in front of him.

His Royal Highness Astina must have noticed as well. Yet she is.

I just stand there accepting all of Mr. Presha's emotions as they are.

"There is no law in this kingdom today that punishes those who have created a cause for your village to be attacked by enemies. His Majesty the King must decide the punishment immediately… but only the victory and defeat of the battle will be reported to His Majesty by the Knights"

The battle between the East and the South was intense at the time, and His Majesty the King lay down on the hospital bed with great effort. Bartolomeo XXV, formerly known as the Razennaia Sun, is said to have become an impossibly unfavourable body after suffering from a major illness after the age of fifty - the chances of appearing in public decreased dramatically, even with Queen Cassandra II acting for the King.

I appeal to His Majesty the King to punish the nobility who fell into Mr. Presha's village. That was also impossible for His Highness Astina, as His Highness's deeply worried eyes had shown.

When I say princess, I have no authority whatsoever. I'm not even going to punish the traitor. Mr. Presha was not disappointed in the matter.

A black stain falls on Mr. Presha's slender mind. My spirit as a person is eroded...

"... if it's okay to beat the enemy... by then, I don't care how many people die over here. That's fine...?

"Presha...... hh, in front of His Highness Astina, such...... eh!

"It's okay, Raquel. I can't punish them… I don't even qualify as a leader to clear my subordinates' mindless minds"

- Don't be fooled, Presha. This guy is just trying to make you feel soft, in a word of shame.

- The princess wants freedom. I just want to make you a convenient throwaway pawn and make it work.

"Yeah... I know... Mother..."

"... presha"

It was a very small whine. But there's no way His Highness and Mr. Raquel missed it.

Mr. Raquel is biting his lips. Her Highness Astina turned to Mr. Presha again when she saw how she was doing.

(... no. If I leave Mr. Presha alone any longer...... but......)

Even if I know it's the past, I wish. I have to wipe away the black signs that tangle with Mr. Presha right now.

- But. At that point, His Highness Astina's magic, which should have been sealed, overflows slightly from its body.

No matter how much Mr. Presha refused, His Highness did not give up or try to make a cut. That was the power to make you feel merciful - to overflow magic would place a great burden on His Highness's body.

"The battle against urban alliances has been glued for the past month… more burdensome for both sides and a move to explore speaking opportunities"

"My lord Astina, I am afraid… in the present circumstances, the city alliance is depriving me of the major impact of the border, and I wonder if I will proceed with the speech move to not change that situation…"

"... that's if things don't change. An earlier decision was taken on the operation a week later by the Governor General of the East. Defeat the Alliance of Cities and demonstrate our military superiority… Attacking enemy fortifications, staring into the Aldrone Valley"

Aldrone Valley - it is a natural element known as the 'corridor' that runs east-west across the southern part of the border between Lazennaia and Grenica.

Winter is rendered impassable by snowfall, but from this season to summer it can proceed with infantry and horses. But the Grenica side is making fortifications adjacent to the valley, which relentlessly rains arrows as the border approaches.

But if 'majesty' overshadows as much common sense as His Royal Highness Astina and Mr. Raquel and Mr. Presha, you will also be able to run through the valley while riding.

"If we put the Aldrone Valley under our control, the Grenican army will try to recapture it at any cost. But we're only guerrillas...... if our main unit doesn't move, it's hard for them to break soldiers into the valley too. Now that they're on favourable terrain, they need to deploy soldiers like this."

If this one tries to build a fort in the valley, the enemy will come out to interfere. But I can't attack from here - I don't think the valley will be a strategically important place, and I can say that this foresight that didn't create the base was sweet.

If His Highness Astina had only looked at the topographical maps around the border, she should be able to determine where she had to hold them - because she had the power to foresee the battlefield, long before she signed with the Divine Tree.

Mr. Presha, who was listening, predicted what he would be told from now on.

Your Highness has come to punish you for being in prison. And that was something to please Mr. Presha. Because punishing the traitor and slashing the enemy soldiers is equivalent to her.

"... if I cut in... clear the way..."

With Mr. Presha's power, if you risk your life and just use your power to move on, you can run through the valley.

But it wasn't. The man I know, His Highness Astina, never made a sacrifice to his men alone without ever changing.

"No...... you are not alone. Presha, you're coming with us. Run through the valley with three horsemen."

"Eh... Your Highness, that won't happen! No matter how strong His Highness is, he is like that..."

"Now, yet, I only keep some of my troops. The difference between the captain and his men is not so great as absolutely...... is it not?

His Royal Highness dares to speak with outrage that you are a third princess with the right to inherit the throne.

Mr. Raquel tries to say something. But the eyes that dwell on His Highness's determination are unwavering.

"... together... us, the three of us...?

His Royal Highness's belief in what could be described as recklessness allowed Mr. Presha to regain his human emotions.

My hatred for the nobility that led to my mother's death fades for a moment, and the original brilliance of Presha Hortensia, a brave spear knight, returns.

"Yes. Me and you two. These three are the only ones who can do it."

At that time, neither the Kingdom of Lazennaia nor the Gurnica Metropolitan Alliance knew.

His Royal Highness Astina, later known as General Sword Princess. And that the two knights who serve her each possess a thousand strengths.

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The next sight I saw, Mr. Presha had already left the punishment chamber.

A familiar man flies wild to Presha, who finishes his report to his superior officer, Mr. Raquel, and walks down the hallway of the fortress to work out.

- Dadrum. Someone in a group who called Mr. Presha and didn't try to make him follow what he said.

"How did you get into the princess?... well, I like joining the Knights, and that princess is only interested in women..."

"Ew... this guy, look at Dadrum like that again...!

Mr. Presha, who had no intention of sharpening his eyes, nevertheless swallowed his anger, with a heartfelt contempt for Dadrum and the men around him.

"I don't care what you say about me. But I won't allow you to say anything bad about Your Highness."

"Ha ha... still such a strength. I know that you've been grabbed by your uncle and offered severe punishment."

"Huh...!

What the word means is that Dadrum's uncle sold Mr. Presha's village. How corrupt are the knights stationed at this fortress of Vulcanus...

Disappointment is not strange. But Mr. Presha understood that it made no sense to hit Dadrum with anger here.

"You're done leaving the punishment chamber, Presha. Let's give it another chance...... follow me. That way, I'll work for you to remain a knight in the future."

I can say that a lot, even tremble. Still, Mr. Presha, until I met His Highness, was clearly different - I know, approaching her when she was behaving pleasantly.

"I'm not worth it enough for you to stick to. I think you have a better match than a woman who can only fight."

"... don't regret it, Presha. I've done it twice with warmth, haven't I?

When Dadrum throws up like that, he takes his surroundings and walks away. The leftover Mr. Presha grips his fist tightly - but his power is loosened.

Mr. Raquel was worried and followed Mr. Presha. When she approaches Mr. Presha from behind, she puts her hand on her shoulder and slaps her gently once, never again.

"Though countries with a high proportion of women, the Knights are a male society. Not to mention in the aristocracy, some gain power with little or no real experience... such a man only sees female knights as objects of vulgar desire. Well, it suppressed the words."

Even without a blood connection, Mr. Raquel's labor against Mr. Presha seemed like a real sister.

When Mr. Presha touches Mr. Raquel's hand, he makes him laugh like he doesn't have to worry so much. Mr. Raquel's pitch-black eyes reflected the smile of a blue-haired girl.

"If you're beautiful like my sister Raquel, you still like being interested in me. Besides, when I saw His Highness, men and women like me were not going to care."

"... some men will be content to make women who have the power to fight obey. Besides, Presha underappreciates herself, but nothing like that at all"

"I think that's what snoring is all about. Sister Raquel is sweet... not sweet and strong."

"Why correct me...... do you even think I can illuminate when I just say it's gentle?

The kind of interaction that makes me smile more when I watch. Mr. Presha's desolate heart is definitely healed by His Highness and Mr. Raquel - the presence of allies within the Knights.

Still, just covering it softly, some wounds don't go away. The danger I felt watching Mr. Presha continued from this time on.

"... we need to make sure we don't show any weakness. Because nobles only see us as pawns."

It was - Diete - who was at the end of Mr. Presha's gaze.

At the time, she looked as though she had a different impression from the present. It made me feel so delicate that I felt closer that the noble lady was wearing armor than a knight yet, that something called battle was unlikely.

"Presha...... I know about your situation. But not all the nobles of this country are who you think they are. Please correct the words now."

"... I think Mr. Diete's bow arm is amazing to me, too. Even though he's noble, he's practicing martial arts properly and joining the Knights."

"If you can recognize me as a colleague at all, give me my opinion..."

"If you want to do what you want with my thoughts, beat me. That's what you have to do."

Clear provocation - that is something that should not otherwise be done against the same knight.

But Mr. Diete was calm. I take Mr. Presha's words from the front and they are completely immobile - and I was slightly surprised inside by his guts, too.

Poor aristocratic lady. To Diete, who was supposed to have been born and raised in a different situation, Mr. Presha had felt something that would go through with her as well.

"Our duty is to leave the enemy country as part of the Knights. I want Presha to appreciate what I'm doing."

"... Presha, Diete is right. Don't get the wrong person to point the spear at."

"... I have nothing to appreciate. I'm also in a position to ask His Highness and Sister Raquel to see if I can use it."

"Sounds like I'm going to tell you something... if you think it's 'used', you don't know anything about His Highness Astina or Lord Raquel. I understand better from the outside."

Neither can Mr. Diete. When she returned her interest to Mr. Presha's provocation, she walked away with a sobering thanks.

Mr. Raquel looks at Mr. Presha without saying anything - but inadvertently loosened the edge of his mouth and laughed all the time.

"Don't you hate a knight as spineless as that?

"... oh and say something crazy like my sister or something because Sister Raquel is enough"

In response to Presha, Raquel just smiled.

A time of serenity, flowing between battles. But that's just between the bundles - the Oriental Army will decide on a major operation in the last two days.

While the main force of the Vulcanus Fortress is attracting the main force of the enemy, separate teams attack the fortifications of the Alliance of Cities, ahead of them through the Aldrone Valley.

Among those selected for that separate task force were the troops of His Highness Astina, who swung off the surrounding opposition and volunteered himself.