A few days after it was discovered that I was unable to participate in the Knights training.
I made the decision to quit the pilots' school.
Even if he stayed, he saw no chance of becoming a knight pilot first.
Repent, engage in a dignified melee battle, and score higher.
That way, you can be.
But I didn't think I'd be able to do well outside the way I fought right now.
"Okay, I'm done."
Finish folding the laundry finished uniform and put it in the bag.
So is the material, but it's all on loan.
At the end of the day it turned out unfortunate, but mock combat was fun.
I want to give back what I give to the school I took care of.
When I was ready, I headed to the pilots' school for the last time.
"Thank you for your help"
At the exit of the instructor's office, bow your head.
Teachers who will be sorry, face-to-face teachers who will naturally, teachers who will hit disgust on their backs after ignoring them, various.
The students only went to greet the aristocratic child.
He was very wasted.
Finish all the greetings and look back on campus from the school gate.
There, until a few days ago, I also belonged, there was a routine.
Suddenly, the hustle and bustle of the school sounded like a distant existence.
Since I am no longer related to myself, does that sound like it?
"Thank you for your help"
Deeply bowing my head, I left behind a school full of short but intense memories.
When I got home, I packed the potion I had made in my potion bag.
Go and pay the Merchant Guild.
(Quitting school doesn't change anything. Just go back before)
Think so.
Just like before, you make potions, you deliver potions, you go to whorehouses with that money.
(In fact, when you stop being a knight pilot, you have a lot of problems to solve)
Yes, it is.
Possibility of being driven out to war.
Life in an organization where discipline would be tight, called the Knights.
That sort of thing solves everything.
Until now, the knight's manoeuvres have been forced to cover such issues.
(For an adult gourmet club, we need to gather information about the store)
I changed my mind and headed to the Merchant Alliance.
Dive into the merchant guild door and head to the potion buying counter.
As always, the women employees who know I'm Doctor Slime don't loosen their guard against me.
(He said he would do nothing)
I think so, but I can't help it.
The male employee whistles at Hugh after he sees me in the distance.
"Hi, Mr. Tauro. I thought it was about time you were here."
A strong old man is coming, completely turned into my rep.
Pay the potion and receive the price by guild card.
After a series of tasks, the old man talked to me.
"Could you give us a moment?
Unusual. What is it?
Is there something wrong with the crude ecstasy entanglement?
"Yeah, I'm fine"
When I responded that way, the old man took me to the back with a soothing look.
I will be guided to the same reception room as always.
By the time the tea served was halfway through, the same person came in as always.
It's Santa Claus, a beautiful body, a white mustache, the very Santa Claus I imagine.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Best opening, that's what Santa said.
Sure, he should have been the deputy guild leader for the Merchant Guild.
I'll say hello back, too.
"It's supposed to be a matter for me to talk to you about from the guild chief, but I'm still on my way here."
I don't know what you're talking about.
I hope it's not a hassle.
"Instead, let me talk to you from me"
That said, what Santa started talking about was astonishing.
"To the Knight's Pilot of the Merchant Alliance, am I?!
I keep my voice up.
Santa's story was about a knight pilot who owned a merchant guild who wanted to welcome me.
"Thank you very much, but how did that happen?"
I don't know why.
In the first place, I don't remember telling the Merchant Guild that I went to Pilot's School.
Santa explained to me the surprise.
"It was a regular practical exam, a brilliant fight gesture. We were watching in the venue too, but I was impressed."
As an audience, the Merchant Guild said that two guild chiefs and deputy guild chiefs had been invited.
To that word, I look at Santa, as I explore.
In those eyes, there was no color floating around that scorned me as a coward or coward.
"Despite the brilliant result of third place, I can't even tell you that I won't let you participate in the Knights training."
To that word, I say, remembering the booming of the award ceremony.
"If you were watching, you know. The way I fought didn't seem to have a very good reputation"
In contrast, Santa blatantly frowned.
"You can't help it if you're an amateur. But I'm worried about the future of the Knights because of those involved in the battle."
I didn't know what Santa was worried about right now, and I urge her to continue.
"A real battle is a ruthless thing. There will be no final victory for those who despise their unbeatable opponents with cowardice and stop their growth"
I remember the ponytail in the quarterfinals.
He dumped his shield and stormed me to suit his own convenience.
Look at me snorting, keep talking.
"Fight and lose on the same rules. And seek out the cause of defeat, not for yourself."
The face of Niyanya Laughing's brother floats behind her brain.
"And the conclusion I drew, not because I was weak, but because they were cowardly"
Santa gives an uncomfortable look.
"The idea is far more cowardly. Besides, if it were to be the Knights of our country, you'd be worried that the protection of the country would be okay."
I'm good at what Santa thinks.
But only one mistake is right.
"It wasn't the Knights, it was the Pilot's School that didn't approve of the training."
But Santa shook her neck sideways, unconvinced.
"The School of Pilots is a training institution for Knights Pilots. There is no way that school side discretion will pass when it comes to hiring pilots."
It makes me feel uncomfortable, like when they ask me about facts I don't want to hear.
You must have guessed how I felt about that.
Now, Santa nods.
The Knights decided that Mr. Tauro was unnecessary.
I drool my head and breathe deeply.
I was hoping maybe, but when I was unequivocally assured above reason, my mind shrugged.
But we're not.
As an encouragement, Santa says in a strong tone.
"With all due respect, let me examine Mr. Tauro's performance. It's amazing."
Which neighborhood was wonderful?
I look up and stare at Santa.
"Comparing the results with the damage, Ms. Tauro, with very little damage, has achieved the result of victory. than anyone else."
(I see)
"If you look at the investment decision, Tauro is a very good property. I don't see any other horses against me."
(Actually, it's a merchant-like decision)
I fell to my heart.
There's a knock and a strong old man walks in.
When I told Santa a a word, he left immediately.
"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Tauro. Looks like the guild leader is back. I'll be right here."
Soon after Santa said that, a small old man came in.
It was a man worthy to call himself guild leader, with a high sense of intelligence and character and a small but grand atmosphere.
(Hmm?)
It was supposed to be the first time we met, but it looked familiar.
(Where'd you meet him? No, where did you see him?
I explore memories as I exchange greetings.
We finish greeting each other and sit on the couch again.
A female employee showed up there with the Alliance Chief's tea.
(I remember!
Female employee gently bends knee and puts tea on tabletop.
At that knee, the guild length sending chills and gaze.
Seeing that, I found the answer.
(Grandpa Goblin!
Yes, the long, small old man of the Merchant Guild was Grandpa Goblin, sweeping the end-century whorehouse with its overwhelming breeding power.
"What's wrong?
Grandpa Goblin will talk to me.
It's a quiet tone with character.
"Yes, no, it's nothing"
I wipe the sweat out of my forehead I don't know.
I was upset by so many gaps with what I saw at the end of the century whorehouse.
Grandpa Goblin and Santa are talking in a low voice.
Probably checking to see how far you've told me.
"The knight held in our Merchant Alliance is one horseman."
Grandpa Goblin says.
"The main task is to exorcise the warcraft on the trade route, but at the request of the state, it may also give power to the Knights"
I snort.
There's a chance we'll go to war.
"The pilot's seat is currently vacant. How do you feel about filling that seat?
"If it's okay with me, I'd love to"
Of course. I have no other answer.
This would be the only possibility of being a knight pilot.
Grandpa Goblin is grinning.
I'm not even talking about the terms, but I'm quick to make a decision, and so on.
(I don't know about the salary, that's not the problem)
I feel strong.
(It's important to know if you can be a knight pilot)
Yeah, all I want is to pilot a human giant robot, that's all.
If it's not the Knights of the Kingdom or if it's not highly rewarding, that kind of dedication is not at all.
The knight only possesses it in the country, because he thought so, so he was just obsessed with joining the Knights.
But there was one thing left that really bothered me.
I ask thoughtful questions.
"I'm only third in the regular practice exam. Even if you were able to participate in Knights training, you don't know if you were hired."
Grandpa Goblin urges me to go ahead.
"To put it bluntly, it is far inferior to a new American pilot. Still, would you welcome me as a knight pilot?"
I said it all at once.
In fact, this is where I stand.
The school is an overflowing student who wants to be a pilot.
Really, is it okay with me?
"You're quite serious. I didn't know you were worried about that."
Grandpa Goblin is laughing.
"Well, let me ask you something."
Cohon and one cough.
"As I told you earlier, the knights of our guild are dominated by the exorcism of the Warcraft. You may take part in battles between nations, but you never stand in the middle of them."
I snort.
"I mean, it's not floral. Compared to the Knights, both two and three steps exist below. Can you still take it?
I see, I am less than a Knights pilot, but the Knights of the Merchant Alliance are also significantly inferior to the Knights?
That may be well balanced between the two sides.
"Of course. I hope your feelings haven't changed."
Grandpa Goblin offers his hand with a smile.
Well, then, we have a deal.
I shook my hand firmly with Grandpa's hand, which would have followed thousands of women's asses.
Actually, I love Grandpa Goblin.
Um, overwhelming brilliance of life force.
As he grew old enough to be seen as an old man, he still did not lose the boy's curiosity, his mind.
Go straight to what you want, that attitude.
I had something to empathize with.
(Excellent. I want to be in the future, too)
I send a respectful gaze to the little old man.
This is how I became a pilot of a knight owned by the Merchant Alliance.