Hitsugi no Maou

The heroes who once made Coffin name for themselves.

Lugassa, the brave and high king of martial arts, Carl Guista, the chief of the knights, Desmond, the captain of the regiment… Later slaughtered (hoffled) by the god of Snoba, they were all equipped with what Galore did not have.

From the standpoint, Gallol, who became the warrior regiment leader, was also supposed to be a powerful man who wouldn't take a hint at them.

But Galore has never been called a hero since he was born.

It's not like I'm short handled. It's just that in Coffin, the men admired by people as heroes at their mercy were equipped with special 'styles' that were not common human beings.

Galore, who got the "strongest" of the Warriors, shriveled before their swords.

Naturally against the king, even the commander of the regiment, who, as an identity, was supposed to be of equal standing, was put under barometric pressure.

If you fight, you could beat some kind of clap.

But my inexperienced, pitiful, instinctive instinct to be definitely inferior to my opponent always worked.

The quality of swordsmanship, the skill of murder, and the sense of battle were different from those of the heroes and Galore.

In fact, when they met with wooden swords in festival pastime and elsewhere, it was Gallol who suffered the most defeats.

No matter how proud the losers were, no game was put together to fight each other thoroughly... but every time Gallol lost, he felt sorry for Lucina and couldn't face it.

I know that Lucina herself doesn't care as much as she does about her men's victories and losses in the pastime.

But Garroll is her "best" man and right-hand man.

The fact that the princess's right arm is weaker than any other man, for example, must not be.

Of a princess of a country, a warrior of direct command. That should have to be at least equal to the country's best fiend, hero.

... Yet what Garroll can line up with the heroes is the amount of effort he builds up risking death. That was just it.

He said he was an ordinary man made strong by an unusual effort, and that the heroes were geniuses who were born equipped with something of higher quality.

Gallol chewed his teeth in the depths of his heart and continued to suffer with Lucina's straightforward trust.

At such a time, the opportunity came to pair with the heroic Owl Knight, famous for his rare use of the Rigid Sword.

The meritorious man of the Battle of Separca, that he was allowed the pattern between King Lugassa and 'you' and 'me'.

In a foreign position, a man who truly became a Coffin hero, a national guest, with one sword arm.

Instead of a festival pastime, he was directly nominated and applied for a personal arrangement.

I didn't feel like riding. A one-on-one battle against the undoubtedly most powerful man among the swordsmen present in Coffin.

We probably don't have a winning eye, and we don't have novel technology, or methods of warfare, to meet the expectations of the Owl Knight who nominated us at the corner.

It was gratifying that there was no one in one of the rooms of the Royal Castle, the venue of the match, but the Owl Knight.

An armored owl knight threw a bladed iron sword over him, not a wooden sword.

Arrangements in action method. Gallol set up his sword in a temper, at least trying to hit him with all his might.

Moments, I noticed discomfort.

My heart can't move even though I have my sword pointed at my strongest hero. It doesn't atrophy.

Consciousness as an understatement I've always felt. I have a feeling of defeat, but I won't at all.

Owl Knight's temper is so awesome that his skin tingles. Yet it's not offensive at all.

I can fight.

By the time I realized it, I was jumping straight into the target from Gallor. When they take the sword they wave down, the shield punches them all over the side.

It was at this time that I learned that the shield was a weapon. Owl Knight's Sword swung by a horizontal letter.

When I received it with a crushed blade, an awesome shock and numbness ran, as if my arm were going to burst from bone to bone.

Replace the near-removed sword with the opposite hand and poke it up.

When the blade tip rubbed the plugged helmet of the owl's feather, the eyes behind the helmet laughed more.

When I finished, I was fighting longer than any other heroes.

The whole chest armor was destroyed and the battle was put on with it knocked down to the ground, but the blemishes don't even feel fine dust.

It was a lucid defeat, so much so that I reflected that I should be more sorry.

Why did you become so comfortable? Faster than I thought, the Owl Knight gave me the answer.

"People call me an undefeated hero, but that's a mistake. In my country I fought for a long time as a miscellaneous soldier and was slaughtered by enemy soldiers over and over again, suffering major injuries like death.

He knows in his skeleton what attacks humans are vulnerable to and have difficulty responding to because they continue to be slashed. I kept losing, so much so that I got stronger "

"Because I kept losing..."

"I'm not a sword genius, I'm not a beloved warrior. Just a bunch of losers and hard work."

My chest just rang.

My head is cold and on the contrary I have heat so that my face burns.

"Whenever you lost in a mock fight, you were so depressed. A little, I wanted to give it a little bit.

... What do you think, the same normal person wouldn't be nervous either. If you think it's the strength that you can reach, you're willing to lose. "

"Am I the Owl Knight?

"I thought I could be. An ordinary man can't be a genius... but he doesn't need one special talent to be an owl knight. All we need is will and effort."

Gallol stares at the face of the hero's helmet as he offers his hand…

I laughed small and then shook that hand back, "I can't be."

With the blow of a sword, give people, hope.

I thought he was enough of a hero to do that.