The knight doll, Walf, jumped out of the puppet hall as he snapped down the standing physician dolls.
(The princess is in danger!
I hear a very nasty one is trying to impress the princess. That kind of information came in from a buddy of mine in Spiril.
The name wanders, Count.
I guess having a title means being noble.
What a nasty thing to be wandering about your nobleman.
Don't be fussy. We have to rule the territory properly.
(Hang in there, Valf!
(Fight us all the way!
(Good night, nice to meet you!
If you look at the upstairs window as chilling, your fellow knight dolls are waving.
(Let it go!)
Valf swung his right arm wide up. There is a blazing sword in its hand that burns bright red, as if it had housed a flaming immortal.
The knight dolls shouted delightfully. The other dolls in the mansion were also cheered.
The servants of the mansion tilted their necks at the exuberance of a mystery born suddenly, well back to work wondering if it was the usual.
Valf did not ride the horse.
That was faster for him now.
(Guys, thanks)
The Knights were in a state of devastation because of yesterday's "war."
But even if nothing could be done about the princess's crisis, the knight's name was broken, and everyone entrusted their strength to the shallowest Wolf.
Valf blasts through the tris streets at night as he wreaks havoc, sickness and hot air. He was accidental, however, resembling the Lord. It was driving in the opposite direction from the trade city of Spirit.
What arrived was a deep forest stretching to the southern part of Count Rajles' territory, and the kingdom of the elves was spreading as it climbed down the door of wonder behind it.
"This country is being ravaged by evil orcs. Please save us, brave men of different worlds."
The princess is important, but knowledgeable is not a knight's thing.
(All right, let it go)
Valf burned the orcs down with his right flaming sword.
It is an unprecedented carnage.
I'm in a hurry. And then say hello.
The brave man left when he was king of demons.
It was only a five-second event.
Walf ran in a hurry for an unexpected stop.
A lot happened on the road.
I saved the village being attacked by monsters.
The sick child was transported to an urban doctor.
The mushrooms I had on the side of the road were delicious.
By the way, Valf hasn't noticed, but he's passed the spirills about ten times.
And at the end of a thirty minute long and intense journey, Valf finally reaches before the enemy to be defeated.
The way he walks blends into the darkness of a moonless night.
This. Then I don't know if I'm in front of you.
There must be plenty of one to bump into.
After all, the Count is a lousy one.
(Is the Duke an eccentric maniac? would he be a far-reaching connoisseur)
After resigning from the 'dock lodging' pavilion, the Count was on Trice Avenue pretending to be something.
It is not the beloved princess who occupies his head… it is about a man with a smaller head than himself, still worthy of being worthy of being worthy of being worthy of being hailed as big in the world.
Hydreus roserem.
- Why don't you go into knight school?
At first I also wondered if it was insulting.
I wondered why I should be educated and so forth, having lived in eternal eternity.
But that's from the Roselem family again.
It is a clan with a large number of talented fighters.
Especially the first Duke of Roselem - I know him well because he fought under the same banner as Carboleus Roselem.
He was a rare conspirator. Even the words of Carboleus were among the measures of all that was a joke.
Hence the Count cannot help but think like this.
(Maybe Hydreus is also based on some sort of deliberate reluctance. No, you must be)
The Count had a slightly more conjectural point.
(Do you mean to learn common sense in this day and age so as not to bother the princess?
No, I would have an unexpected taste.
... I wish you were here at a time like this)
What I think of behind my brain is a heartfelt friend with a brilliant, radiant sword of flames.
Valt Stable.
He is the first emperor of the present Stable dynasty and is also known as the "Flaming Sword Emperor".
- Kill them if they're evil. If it sounds evil, I'll hit it. That's fine.
He was a man so simple, lucid and pleasant that he didn't think he was the ancestor of a dynasty that lasted a thousand years.
When the Count is troubled with triviality, he emerges from the side and laughs off in a lavish manner.
I'm glad you're reborn, too, Princess.
It is the arrow tip that I thought so.
The Count was unintentionally struck in a double sense.
In the first place, the enemy approached at the speed of light from the other side of the horizon. I can't be as aggressive as the Count.
Moreover, the sword that the poor man had erected was no longer supposed to exist in the world.
Flaming sword.
The blessing of the super high fire spirits given to Valdo Stable, everything from the blade tip to the patterned head, is an instrument shaped by flames.
Too stunned, the Count forgot to move.
I couldn't even afford the minimum protection of covering myself with arms.
A blazing sword strikes the Count's forehead.
... Pei.
As a matter of fact, the puppet knight Wolfe had exhausted his power in all his adventures so far.
By the way, his name is Valf, but it comes from the first emperor, Valdo. The Flaming Sword could be done after trying to refer to the old story. I have been using it regularly ever since.
(I wonder if I'm the Great Spirit who signed with Valdo)
And so on and although Valf thinks in his heart, his memories before he got the flesh were blurred and vague.
Let's get back to it.
There was unspeakable lukewarm air flowing on this occasion.
The Flaming Sword did not gain enough magic and was just short on the ground.
It is a snug banana.
The Earl is frowning upwards and floating the colour of perplexity.
And to bad in between.
(Master Varf, can you hear me? I'll tell you more later, the Count is no longer our enemy. Please do not attack by mistake)
A knight in the trade city of Spirit contacted me.
... A few seconds earlier, things could have been avoided that went out of the way between these. It is a tragedy.
Valf was in trouble...... he remembered the Puppet Knights vows.
- Let's push through the momentum on the spot.
I decided to delude myself forcefully.
"Ha-ha-ha!
Arms up arrogantly and sounds an exalted laugh.
"My name is Walf, the Puppet Knight, and I am the man who should later be the Puppet Emperor!
This mouth imitates "Flaming Sword Emperor" Valdo, which I read in an old story.
By doing so, I tried to arouse myself.
"I grabbed it to you today!
A tribute full of misuse, but I don't care about that.
Rotate your thoughts like a tornado and spit out your words.
"Though you seem to be naming the Count, you have lost your land to the saying that has thrown out the people.
Now we have a nobleman! Start over with the Knights School!
Oh, there was no cavalry school a thousand years ago - it was too late when I realized it. Words had been uttered.
The Count stares at this one with disturbing eyes.
Shit.
Now that the Flaming Sword is coming, there is nothing I can do if it is made to ice.
All right.
Knights Oath Part 2.
- If you can't, turn around. Right.
Forward toward the back. I'm never running away.
- My name is Knight Valdo, and I am the man who will later be the first emperor!
Wasn't that the mouth my friend preferred to use?
Besides, that's a flaming sword.
My friend used it in a way that wasn't even as loco as I could think of cutting vegetables or tapping shoulders with a flaming sword that should be appreciated. He even deliberately stopped supplying magic like this and played with it stuck to people's faces.
... Oh, yeah, yeah, you know what?
You've already been reborn.
Not to humans, but to doll knights.
The flash resulted in an astonishing chemical reaction in the Count's brain.
The dolls gathered at the "Boarding of the docks" pavilion were full of a thousand powerful men. Especially the two cats at Solute's feet looked like crooks.
(Six hundred years ago, I felt signs similar to the Gragli brothers who had caught me near extinction... or were they in person?
That is.
(I wonder if the dolls created by my princess will be home to the heroes of East and West now, ancient times)
It came to such a hypothesis.
(So we don't have to collect the alien talents anymore?
Eventually I'll be back, princess. And I've secured a competent human being...
(What shall I do now?)
That was all too obvious to the Count.
(Isn't that exactly what a friend of yours told me right now)
- You can start over from Knights School!
You're absolutely right.
Until now I have also relinquished my duty as a nobleman and have played around at will.
(Would this qualify me to serve the princess, etc.)
No.
I guess we should abandon the pride of living a thousand years and start with blank paper.
Oh, my friend.
You will always be. [M]
Guides me as I fall into darkness.
Ok.
Duke Roselem's suggestion, let's just say we ride.
As a result...
Arrangements will be made to "ask whether or not to obey the knighthood school once more after graduation". Altilia was given a six-year respite.
It is a feat unknown to anyone, of the puppet knight Valf.