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The next day.

Today, from the same time as yesterday, I taught Iona the secret of bravery (Brave Arts) in my own martial arts arena.

The uninvited guests came in.

Four men in Knights' armor.

Everyone's in better shape than me.

Seems like it, but if you ask me, it's a fake muscle.

It will be of little use in battle.

This guy always looks like he can't even look at me.

Women don't seem to have any luck.

I suppose it's because of the smile that stuck to them and stuck to them.

I think it's kind of a gift to make people so uncomfortable with a smile.

"What, you guys! With whose permission are you stepping in here!?

Iona in a stunning state (mode), disturbed by practice.

Mmm, that's brilliant.

This is, by and large, my personal space.

Originally, only Iona was allowed in.

Never mind that, one of the men opens his mouth.

"Oh, did you need permission? I didn't know that."

"Speaking of Iona-Cuccolose, you're already famous for being a man. You're learning the sword from the man she's supposed to hate."

"Oh, yeah, you're waving your sword all over the place."

"Well, maybe it's not just the sword that's shaking."

That said, he shakes his hips back and forth, saying that it is difficult to be obscene.

Ah. These are "men" of character (type) who hate Iona.

That makes me dislike men. I wish I was surrounded by men like this.

"You guys...."

Iona of the demonic phase.

"I came here to ask you how you brought this stiff knight, professor."

"Isn't that a pretty face? A woman opens her crotch as soon as she sees a good-looking man."

He looks at my face and makes such a nasty conversation.

They're a very rude example.

I'm more ashamed to look at you.

Most of the time, Iona, who had nothing to do with herself, has forgiven me as a royal in just one night, and I guess she's been involved for such a nasty reason.

It's not like Iona started teaching me because I'm royalty.

At first, I didn't like it at all, like any other guy.

An honorable man like me didn't seem to like it at all, and the decision-maker was perfectly my sword's arm and personality.

I have been entrusted publicly with seeding horses of the kingdom, targeting women who are both superior in appearance and talent for the sole reason of being the last remaining prince.

That's too much reason to be haunted by women's careless, painful men.

Well, I don't know if it's funny that new entrants (but from these guys) are tasked with a delicious role as the same guy.

That's why I don't know how you feel, so I'll be as friendly as I can.

Hey.

"What is it? Prince."

Reply as if you had fooled me. Cheap provocation.

I went on talking without worrying.

"There are so many monsters in this world that need to be defeated."

"What about it?"

He doesn't understand what I'm trying to say.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to compete between humans, let alone in the same country?

It is easy to decorate them with the exercise of their abilities, but I want to avoid extra friction.

I was trying to be calm.

"Do you have the nerve to say with your mouth that you can't win with a sword? I'm sure you're right about being obscure."

Rumors have come to my attention of being a prince of fools.

Because I couldn't win with my strength, it seemed like I was thinking of doing something with my mouth alone.

In addition, he didn't think about anything later.

If I report this to the King, do you have any idea what I'm going to do?

Well, it's unlikely that I can't be frightened and tingled because I'm thought to be a jerk.

Even if it were disrespectful to the prince. It is easy to imagine that you will be disposed of appropriately.

Well, I'm not a kid either, so I wouldn't snitch on you like that.

Rabbits, horns, not words.

These guys are too smart. I don't understand what you're saying.

Persuasion is nothing but a waste of time.

I gave up persuasion and decided to move on to the exercise of my powers.

"Don't you see that you're taking care of yourself without shame in front of Iona..."

Oh my God, I went on like that.

"Very good. I'll play with you. Come on."

Did you finally think it was the development you wanted? One of the men will give you a name.

"Well, from me. No, I guess it's the last time.

The other three laughed loudly.

"Hey, I don't expect you to have such a knighthood spirit. Come with me."

You take my word for contempt, and the man makes me uncomfortable.

"I don't know how strong you are, but I won't listen to you if you regret losing later.

One of them says that. He still thinks he can beat me.

I'll tell you before I get started.

"What is it?

"You can't beat me or Iona or four people."

"Well, aren't you stronger than Miss Iona?

"That's why I'm teaching Iona the sword?

Well, that's exciting.

A man who makes a fool of himself.

I'm convinced I can only bring in women.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

"I don't want to stop now. I would love to see the sword of the brave."

A man who talks like an example of rudeness. I wonder if such materials are sold somewhere.

"I don't need a sword. Even with your bare hands, there will be enough change."

"What about it?"

The man's temples twitch and tremble as he passes through being fooled.

There will be no more contempt for the swordsman.

"You guys can take it seriously. I'm not going to do any looting anyway. Whatever you use, it's the same thing."

"Even if I let a prince in one country get hurt....."

I suddenly get scared because I'm frightened by conditions that are too favorable.

"That's a worrying waste. Why don't you write me a letter saying that you don't have to be held responsible for hurting me?

…………

Nobody replies to the question: did you really start to think that my attitude, which was aggressive and suddenly became aggressive, was really unpleasant after you changed your attitude (stance)?

If you're going to say something rough, you're going to pull a poverty tag. That's the atmosphere.

"If you're so worried about hurting me, why don't you put your armor on to make the conditions fair? Even though I've been doing this much, you're not going to look like you can arrange the reasons why you don't do it anymore, are you?

Be careful with me.

…………

Wherever the strength up until now went, there were four men (who looked better) than me, all of them together, and they kept silent.

I opened my mouth again to the unboiling attitude of these people. [M]

"What I hate the most is the way you guys try to run away with your tails wrapped as soon as you see the flag color go bad. Iona is a smart woman."

Continue to emphasize her good mind.

"Even though you know you can hardly win, you're still coming straight at me. Don't you feel like her? I'm a stallion, and I'm jealous."

My provocation continues.

"A coward like you, with no balls, can't be useful. If it's not without balls, beat me and prove it."

"If you keep quiet about being a prince, you'll say whatever you want!

My "no balls" remarks got pretty upset, and a man who seemed to be short-minded gradually took on a provocation.

"Whoa, whoa!

Did you think it tasted bad? I stopped around it.

But the man won't stop.

I'd like to check it out.

"What is it?"

"If you win, there's no blame, right?

If you think of anything, I'll ask you such a pitiful thing with plenty of body.

"I'm not going to make things any bigger, and there are words like fighting and losing. Whatever happens, I'm not going to punish you.

My words have a color of relief on their faces.

Well, I'm not even going to let you go safely.

I hope you get along well after you feel a lot of pain.

Well then, I'll take it and stand. Don't forget that word. "

It's settled.

In this way, I decided to play a game with four serious people and me with a full waist.

I'll put on your armor so you can come and slash me with peace of mind.

That said, when I start wearing the armor I keep for training, Iona will help me do it without saying anything.

"Don't be shy, Iona. You'll make a good wife."

"No, no. I'm sorry...."

Iona dyes her cheeks red in my words. [M]

Mmm, that's cute.

They looked at us like that with a funny face.

You've kept me waiting.

I wore my armor quickly and said so, but I don't really care at all.

The opponents are men who are bitter. I didn't know how long to keep you waiting.

If this were a beautiful lady, the story would be different, but there's no stepsister, no need, no place to take care of them.

Rabbits and horns, we're ready.

After the decision was made, Iona explained the rules before starting so as not to complain in a mess.

"The rule ends when you make the opponent feel incapable of fighting. Putting a sword in your neck is a good idea. Since Mr. Ushallush is a full waist, please replace him with a finger. Immediately discontinue action if deemed inoperable. Basically everything, but magic is forbidden. All right?

Ah.

"I'll let you face it, Prince."

The man with the best physique is amazing.

Well, I'm not scared at all.

"Here we go!"

Thus, the match began with Iona's decree.

Shut up!

At the same time, I kicked the man towards the other man.

The two of them fall apart and fall asleep.

I definitely don't want to fall down with a miserable bastard in the opposite position.

The armor is heavy, and once it falls, it's hard to stand up.

Oh, wow!

I'll put my finger on the neck and cut it.

"Yes, he's dead."

The second one "kills" in the same way.

Well, it's just a shake, but...

In an instant, they were "killed" by me and stunned.

"Well, now that we've cleared up the two of us,"

And when I say it, I'm yelled at by mysterious theory.

"You're a coward! Still a knight!?

I'm not a knight, I'm a brave man.

"That's not what I'm saying! I told you it was cowardly to use a kick!!

I heard an unexplained reasoning and raised my anger as I spit.

It's dirty. Don't come near me.

Even if it passes the armor, I want to be spared the bastard's spit.

"What? You think the enemy will fight like that on the battlefield? You've got a hell of a head. You know, I'm kind of on my waist, right? Magic is forbidden. How else am I supposed to fight? Think a little before you say something."

I said astonished.

"Gu...!

A man who cannot say anything back.

"If you don't complain, I'll keep going."

"Kh... no!

I accept the reluctance to resume.

I am covered in sheet metal armor (plate armor), but they only wear simple armor like the chest plates (breast plates), so the legs are defenseless.

It hurts a lot when I kick my leg a little.

I think it is a bad hobby, but the sight was painful to see honestly.

Afterwards, the man who had "killed" one with the same hand and waved to the other naughty quickly "didn't kill" his feet, causing them to roll over and over again.

I dared to confront only one miserable eye, and say, "Why am I the only one with such an eye..." to induce a fracture later.

I have a personality (type).

I'm out of luck to piss me off.

Sometimes I couldn't forgive my disrespect to Iona, and he just broke his leg so much that he couldn't walk home on his own.

So the other two pulled him out and ran away (nothing else).

I don't blame you as promised, but I don't remember telling you I'll let you go home intact.

Good medicine for them.

I hope this will punish you a little.

Anyway, they're gone, and Iona calls me.

Dear Charles,

Hmm?

"You had a pretty tough time with me, didn't you?

Iona, who saw my relentless way of fighting today, asks me that.

"Well, that's also true, but...."

"What is it?

"I didn't want to imitate you too much. Your sword was beautiful, and I enjoyed it."

"Dear Charles...."

"I'm getting in the way. Keep going."

"Yes, you can take off your armor. Can I help you?

"I'll just let you feel it. Iona, focus on your practice."

"I was afraid. Thank you for your concern."

That's how I came back with my armor off. I put heat into teaching Iona the brave secret trick (Brave Arts).