Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

Moving the place, the prince and a line of leading knight candidates came to the training ground.

The training area is a large area for soldiers and knights to train, and there is an audience to surround the area.

The reason why there is an audience is that twice a year, in the spring and autumn, militant competitions are held in which soldiers and knights perform martial arts in front of royalty and nobility. They say this tasteless stone audience will be very gorgeous during the martial arts tournament.

The martial arts tournament is a tournament for soldiers and knights to appreciate their daily incidences, and soldiers who are not only unit leaders are promoted to knights, or knights are considered for the Kingsguard Knight exam. It can also be a casino for the nobles in the back.

The martial arts tournament was attended by the king, or the acting royal family, and Hershelik, the last prince, had never been here before because he was free to participate. They say there's something in other countries that could be a fighting ground, but that's a few times bigger than here, and gambling flourished.

Hershelik was not too interested in militant competitions or gambling. In the past, he said the royal family he remembered in his arms had competed in the test of strength, but he can't even think about competing as a young and talented swordsman.

I'm not interested because gambling was a gambling thing in my previous life. Previous life I've never even won a lottery. I only hit the bottom after every purchase. Around me, he said, "The lottery bought a dream..." Every time, it was the previous life when he fantasized about and enjoyed what happened when he won.

Let's correct it, it's not like I'm not interested. It's called losing.

"Now we're going to have a one-on-one simulation match with practical skills………………"

The instructor's words were blocked by a woman's yellow cheer.

The audience was packed with flowery samurai working in the backyard and royal castle. Their gaze is focused on Schwartz, Hershelik's lead butler.

He was inside the training ground just like all the other candidates.

(No, that's really popular, Cro.

Sure, he's cool. He's handsome, he's good in style, he's good on the outside, and the atmosphere with a bit of a shadow would captivate a woman. If he was in his previous life, he might have fit in in in a two-dimensional sense.

Only few of them will really like Cro as a relationship, Hershelik thinks. Their gaze toward Cro goes hand in hand with the gaze of fans toward Idol.

By the way, Ryoko was only interested in two dimensions, so her forefingers didn't move on biological idols, actors, and models. It is a degree of recognition that even if you say your name, you don't know what role you're playing in any drama, and you finally know it with the keyword. The scary thing about nerdy women is that they just listen to their voices saying this is a voice actor.

"You guys can watch the game, but be quiet!

Instructor's reprimand flies at the samurai who raise their yellow voices. They seemed slightly dissatisfied but quiet.

Other audience members included soldiers, knights, nobles and officials. Hershelik rethinks that he wanted to scratch what was wrong with his job but would also need to breathe. It would be more efficient to concentrate on work while taking a short break than to keep working for hours.

"Well, it is customary for candidates to be one-on-one with each other, but Your Highness has instructed me..."

"I'll tell you later.

Obstructing the instructor's words, Hershelik rose from his privileged seat, which was rapidly created in the audience.

The training ground and the audience seats are staggered, and even Hershelik, who is less tall, is tall enough to look down at the cro and the candidates.

"I need a knight. But I don't want a weak knight.

Hershelik said clearly.

"Even though you are a knight, please return if you are weaker than my butler.

Hershelik smiling was so cute, but what he was saying was frivolous. Although Luke was the only one who knew the whisperer at the moment.

(Are you here to say that you are stronger than 'Shadow Fang'......?

Luke wrinkles between his brows. Apparently, this prince is serious about sifting without compromise.

"So Schwartz. I'll leave the rest to you.

"Understood, my lord.

In his lower back, gracefully thanking the Lord, is a wielding simulated sword.

Originally, the master of chromium is physical surgery and a dark vessel. Still, the only reason why a weapon can be handled is because of his incredible level of combat ability.

The first opponent was a knight in his mid-twenties.

"Hey, don't lose to the butler.

From the audience. Next, the knight waves and responds. No one would think that you would lose to a butler.

"Then get out in front of them both.

A knight lays his sword and confronts Crowe. But on the other hand, the confronting cro kept his sword in his sheath.

"Deacon, put up your sword.

The instructor gives instructions, but Crowe shook his head and side.

"You don't need to set up, because you don't.

The second one is called a chuckle. That was a cheap provocation, but it worked tremendously for them.

"But..."

"Doctor, please get started.

Hershelik urges him to hesitate. The instructor sighed and raised his hand.

"Begin!

Less than seconds after his hand waved down, the knight's simulated sword made a hard noise and pierced the ground. In front of a knight butted by a time difference, Crowe has already laid a simulated sword on his sheath.

Clo packed the distance at the same time as the start, pulled the knife out, and started the knight's sword.

Everyone, except Hershelik and Luke, breathed into the way they decided to win or lose too quickly, beating a few beats and yellow cheers for the women.

(This won't be an exam then...)

Luke, with his inner head, steals Hershelik. I guess what surprises him is that he was expecting this result.

Luke chose a very promising future at the behest of King Soldier, the king's own lord. Besides, people with no influence on the part of a party of ministers. I was talking about Hershelik, but I don't understand his intentions. Or even if he understands it, this prince has ignored his intentions and begun to choose who he really needs.

Luke turns his gaze back. I almost lost the third one already. The yellow cheers of the women and the unusual strength of the butler are raised from the audience, but the person of the day picks out the dreams of the candidates without their will.

Exactly. "Come over me if you want to get close to Hershey. ♪ It's a double state. ♪ With a single blow, mostly without a meeting, play the opponent's sword, or slap the sword at the opponent's steeple.

And I became the last one. I've dealt with nearly twenty people so far, but Crowe hasn't even lifted his breath. Maybe he's not even sweating.

"Next is Octavian Ordis, Previous.

"Yes."

Octavian comes forward with a light trick to a light reply.

The rest of the candidates since the end of the first knight put up swords without alarm before they began, but he does not try to set them up. Instructors raise their hands without blaming them based on precedents.

"Begin!

There was a metal bump.

"…… well.

Over the blade of a simulated sword that overlapped, Crowe was impressed to see the target. For the first time, his sword was taken.

On the receiving side, Octavian laughs at each other while flashing his sword horizontally. Khlo opened his distance once and set up his sword. The venue boils down to the fact that Crowe, who never stood before, stood his sword.

"…… I knew it.

Luke reacts to Hershelik's words and turns his gaze. Noticing that gaze, Hershelik handed over the material. The material was an achievement from Octavian's knighthood discipline.

"Until two years before he graduated, he thought it was strange that graduation was a critical achievement, even though all the subjects in the knight discipline were chairmen.

Both Luke and the instructor saw only their final education and missed the next page.

Indeed, when I looked at the material, all the classes in the knight discipline were chairmen until two years ago. From swordsmanship, martial arts, equestrianism, bowing, tactical theory to military arts, military science and the skills and knowledge needed by knights. I was wondering if such a person would fall to a critical score in just two years. Normally I can't think about it.

His attitude to life, which had been an honorary student for another two years, had changed. Retracting classes is a routine tea meal, written exams are red dots are critical, and the college forbids private fights, but if he is sold a fight, he will be bumped by the time he has no skin just before the opponent is unable to resume. That had led to several suspensions. However, if the fight itself was investigated, the other party also had problems, so it didn't even seem to be expelled...

The struggle between them went incandescent while they were talking. If one of them sets it up, one of them turns into a good attack. And vice versa. The audience, the candidates, the instructors, none of them shut their mouths and saw into the mechanism.

Only one, Octavian, a party, was in a deep hurry.

(What the hell, this guy... now he says he's a butler!?

He was so skilled in swordsmanship that he had the illusion that he was dealing with his father, who was a former general.

At first, he was interested and didn't take it seriously. He looked at the opportunity and thought he would lose. But it can't be a glimmer.

When Octavian tries to lose by showing a bit of a gap, the butler takes a quick distance. He laughs as if he doesn't have it in his hand.

I don't like Octavian because of how he looks. He's not serious, either. Create a provocative grin and flirt to invite him. That inspired the heart of a samurai seeking the strong among Octavians.

I guess that's why. When I was only about to lose, I vanished and shook my sword to win. Explore to poke a slight gap in your opponent, or dare to create and lure a gap.

"Looks like we're both dancing.

Hershelik, who has no sword talent, doesn't know how amazing that is. Just the presence of the two of them and the sword seemed as if they were dancing.

But the sword dance suddenly ended. Chro's movement stopped for a moment when Hershelik shrugged "Hot......" in the hot sun, albeit in the early summer, getting bored and out of focus. The moment was truly a moment, and most of those on the spot, except Octavian, did not realize.

But Octavian didn't miss the gap, and he jumped his sword. The sword pierced the ground away from Crowe's hand, and Octavian's sword was stuck in his throat. The breathtaking offense decided to win or lose in just a moment. Open plenty of beats and the instructor sends an end signal.

When the butler gives his thanks, he immediately heads to the Lord's place, and Octavian drops him off as he breathes his way up.

(... dogs?

The deacon, who turned quickly to the Lord, looked as if he had been called by the Lord to shake his tail full of rips. Of course it is an illusion.

In the hand of the butler who returned to the LORD was a basin filled with a glass of well-cooled tea.

"How was it, Cro?

"Exactly couldn't do it with a sword...... his talent is real.

No one else listened to the conversation of the Lord as he handed over his tea.

Honestly, Crowe wasn't going to lose, but I was sure I felt that for a moment for Hershelik's whining. I didn't miss that. Octavian's strength can be called real.

(... did you sweeten it because you thought it was a noble boy?

Yes, Chro adds in his mind.

For him, the sword technique embedded in a knightly mould was very cramped. Nonetheless, there are no other candidates besides Octavian.

Octavian was just as fit in the mould as any other candidate, but he couldn't be captured by it, easily attacked with an unexpected hand, and was able to defend it again.

Now, this stand-up was more of a percentage that Crowe would defend from along the way.

(Is that what genius is?

Cro has to be convinced. His talent is first-class, and even if Crowe uses his weapons in combat and even more unexpected hands, he will not lose, but it is difficult to win. If you use the darkness behind what you cultivate in a secret detective, you may be able to win, but that won't be a real win.

(Shit, Hershey was right.

Before the game started, Hershelik told the butler.

"I'm sure he's hiding something. So explore it.

(... not funny.

Hershelik's favor for him is absolute. I'll do anything I can.

But it's still not funny. After this, it's not really interesting because I know the answer of my Lord.

Hershelik's lead butler stuck a smile on his face, while his inner heart was very grumpy.

Later notification of the results means that the scene will be dissolved and one young man will be left in the arena as the candidates return home. He was in contact with Crowe until earlier.

Octavian stood up. I was going to lose, but I won.

"No, but the interview didn't work, and you're okay, right?

That's what I tell him.

But the next day, the announcement of the call to the lead knight was officially received.

His despair at the sight of it and the natural expression of his family were quite remarkable.

Octavian Ordis, previously unemployed, worshipped the lead knight of Hershelik Gracis, the seventh prince of the Kingdom of Gracis.