In the heart of the Wang capital, a large square exists.
Adventurers' guilds, merchants' guilds, large chambers of commerce, etc. are erected to surround the square, and restaurants are buried in the meantime to sew.
It hits halfway between the shopping district to the east and the pleasure district to the west, and many people go and go. It is precisely the heart of the people who live in the capital.
Looking north from the square, a huge building of white Asia stands.
Its buildings, like those between streamliness and bonelessness, are inside the king's capital surrounded by walls, yet high stone walls circle the perimeter.
That is the heart of the kingdom's politics. It was a royal castle where the king lived and gathered high ranking officials.
One magnificent man walks down the hallway in that royal castle.
The hallway was interior with beautiful stone from floor to wall.
I guess the same goes for the ceiling, but it becomes a shadow of lighting on top of being tall, and I don't see it very well. All used are the finest marble, like frosted meat, with a thin grey sashimi in the white.
(Heavy Lancer)
A man squeals in his heart.
Lightly wavy white long hair, long beard cared for by it makes the white lion .
This man was the Knight Commander of the Knights of the Kingdom, the Kingdom's largest armed organization.
After the advent of the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer", a meeting of yours was held quickly, and he returned to attend it.
The herd of heavily horsed "Heavy Lancers" in the northwestern part of the kingdom, fortunately, had not shown themselves approaching the nearby towns and villages and were slowly heading south.
That number, about fifty bodies.
It is a large four-legged warcraft, sixteen meters tall, with huge horns like a Hercules giant beetle and skin as if it were putting together a scale mail.
If it is also a herd, it disappears simply by passing through a village or something. If you care about it, even local cities with walls will be able to ravage it.
However, there was no serious sense of crisis in the face of your meeting.
Because we all know.
He said that if you had the main power of the Knights of the Kingdom, you would never, ever be the one you need to cower.
When the Knights' departure was decided early, it was later time to question the Adventurer's Guild.
Concerning the reasons for the delay in early detection, the location of responsibility, listening for measures to prevent recurrence, harsh criticisms of measures to prevent recurrence and the lightness of the penalties imposed.
By the time the meeting was over and out of the room, the Alliance Leader complexion of the Adventurer Alliance was almost the same as the marble on the wall.
(Surviving)
I'm sorry to hear about the Adventurer Alliance Guild Leader, but the Knights Commander was delighted that the discovery was delayed.
The Knights of the Kingdom cannot be moved if it is discovered outside or near the border. The stimulus to neighboring countries is too strong. Perhaps methods such as induction would have been taken.
(If you become a herd opponent of Heavy Lancer on heavy horseback, it will be a massive battle)
The Knight Commander loosens his cheeks slightly relieved.
(It's been a long time since the war. Must be a good opportunity to dissipate for the senior pilots who have been dissatisfied lately)
There, furthermore, the proposal floats.
(Ask the Merchant Alliance pilot to convene)
One of the frustrations of senior pilots is the increased appreciation of merchant guild pilots among civil grass.
It is never interesting for them to recognize themselves as the best pilots in the kingdom.
(Show our strength in front of the Merchant Alliance Pilot)
That would also lower the senior pilots' hoarding a bit.
Besides, recently the Merchant Guild Knight pilot hears that's what stretches his nose high like the horn of the heavy horse "Heavy Lancer". Once around here, I had to break it by hand.
The footsteps to Knights headquarters are powerful.
Already among the chiefs of the Knights, the organizational plan has been consolidated. All you have to do is give the instructions.
Twelve senior pilots, twenty-four intermediate pilots and thirty-six lower pilots. Seventy-two of the strongest pilots in the kingdom.
And a total of eighty knights if you include fifteen A horsemen, sixty B horsemen, and even five C horsemen for non-combat use there.
This man, who binds the power that can be described as the military power of the kingdom itself, was not disturbed by fine dust either.
South of the royal castle, a large square.
One of the large buildings facing the square is the Merchant Guild.
It is a structure that is neither streamlined nor boneless, but that gives a sense of history that has been used.
Many people go in and out and are still full of life today.
"... are you here at last"
In a room upstairs, I shrugged with a wrinkle between my brows.
The knights of the Merchant Alliance were summoned from the land. Refusal is not acceptable. Now I'm going to help the Knights and go to war.
The truth is, I don't want to go to the battlefield.
However, the possibility of being summoned to the battlefield was known when he became the pilot of the Merchant Alliance Knight.
"Tauro, your work is well known to the people."
The guild leader tells him to look up as he buries his small body in a large chair.
"The Knights have a good mind that pilots other than ourselves will have a reputation."
Don't be careful, keep saying.
Those eyes remain seriously staring at Tauro.
Nodding, he accidentally swallows his spit.
Never, it's not an atmosphere where you can make jokes.
"Take a look at the faces of the people crossing the square, there should be more smiles than before."
I can't finish talking about the guild leader.
"A small part of it is due to your power, Tauro. People's lives are definitely getting better."
Exceptions, he added. It must be about the adventurer or the hunter who specializes in warcraft.
"Honestly, Tauro, I can't replace you. Whatever happens, come home safe."
The guild length narrows the eyes slightly and increases the sharpness of the eye.
"The Merchant Alliance will do everything in its power to protect you, Tauro, even if they say you're on the run."
While lowering his voice volume, he declared so.
The look of a serious guild leader so far has been around for a long time.
The enemy will be more within the Knights than the approaching heavy horse, Heavy Lancer. At least that's what the guild leader sees.
"Okay. When you're in danger, you throw everything away and you run away."
Here, let me break the tone a little.
"So at that time, thank you for following me."
The guild leader smiles at my words. And I told him to leave it to me.
This is how I joined the Knights in the Heavy Lancer sweep.
A few days later, in the northwest of the kingdom, I was reunited with the face I saw.
"Mr. Cornell was in on it too!
Cornell is a junior pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom.
At the same time, as a friend of mine, we are touring the whorehouse together.
The two names "Skewered Whirlwind" are known to many, although they do not extend to my two names "Doctor Slime".
"It seems strange that Mr. Tauro and I should be shouldering each other on a battlefield other than a whorehouse."
A slightly busy skebemacchio distorts the edge of his mouth and laughs niggly.
I agree, and I gave it back, and the two of them laughed for a while there.
"That's a knight belonging to the Knights, that's cool"
I look down on the knight standing behind Cornell.
It's the same shape as the cavalry that gave me an experience test ride in the square on the day of the Knight's Watch ceremony.
It was one of the motivations that made me so eager to become a knight pilot.
"Old lady, same as Old Lady, class B."
That said, Cornell shrugs his shoulders.
The classification of knights includes grades A, B, and C.
Built with the latest technology, the most elite knight in the Knights rides a Class A.
Even the A grades belonging to the Knights vary greatly in performance and direction, and can be called almost a single item.
"No, civilian B and Knights B are different, after all."
I say flattery mixed.
Class B is an inexpensive version based on Class A technology. Alternatively, it was once a grade A, but it was old fashioned to a grade B.
The Knight of Cornell is classified as a pricey version and the old lady "Old Lady" as an old-fashioned rider.
And by "C" I mean all knights with abilities less than "B".
It is often found in the general knights of a zero state, as well as in the owner knights of large aristocratic individuals, civilians and criminal groups.
Incidentally, the knights of the Blacksmith Guild are also classified in Class C.
Well, that's just supposed to be Class C because it's not made for combat, and the fighting power almost seems to be Class B. That's what the deputy guild chief said.
"Really?"
Cornell frowns suspiciously.
"Heh, I don't think it's better than the B class that beat the Beastone Golem, but heh."
Are you sure it hasn't been renovated? He whispers to me.
Heby Stone Golem is regarded as a tough enemy by a Class A knight.
They say the old lady "Old Lady" broke that, so they're under suspicion at the same time as surprise.
"I didn't renovate it."
I assure you.
Anything, the old lady, "Old Lady," while she was a class B, was called a B minus or a hidden C because of her recent physical likelihood.
For such an old lady, the Old Lady, this battle cannot be represented by the word Grand Venus. It is impossible for everyone to be surprised.
The rumor that the "Merchant Guild wore a lot of money and renovated the old lady" Old Lady "became whispered in the alley, probably because she couldn't convince herself.
Rumors also appear to have spread in the upper echelons of the country, so much so that an investigation has entered from the Royal Castle into the matter.
If you have undergone a major renovation without notice, they will be punished.
In the end, I solved the misunderstanding, but it made me realize once again that defeating Hebestone Golem was such an amazing thing.
Cornell winks, let's keep it that way.
You don't seem to believe my words at all.
"I think this time Mr. Tauro was called because he wanted to show Mr. Tauro the power of the Knights"
Cornell changed the story.
"So I think you're just going to be watching from a distance."
The story gives me a sense of relief.
It was a glitch not to be walled on the front line.
(Mr. Cornell's story is clear. That's a good chance)
I haven't decided yet, but I feel much lighter.
Then it's something cash, and conversely, I get excited about the opportunity to see a mass battle of humanoid robots nearby.
It's trouble while I'm at it.
So, the assembly hangs on all the pilots.
We stopped chatting and turned to the Olive Drab tent.
"Proud knights, gentlemen!
An old song man screams on a high altar behind the tent.
Deputy Commander of the Knights, taking command of the troops. By the way, I went to say hello first after I arrived, but it was completely ignored.
"A warcraft flair, just a little big, has challenged our kingdom knights to recklessness!
The deputy commander raises the vessels of the temples.
"I can never forgive this sentiment!
The voice of consent occurs before the middle row.
The front row is the senior pilot, the back row is the lower pilot, and I'm in the back corner even further than that.
"Knock it all off, and know our martial arts!
In response to the scream, I get an applause that just cracks in the front. The vice president smiles satisfactorily.
Looking at this, the intermediate pilot or better is comfortable with the deputy captain, but the lower pilot doesn't seem to be.
(But my attitude toward me isn't much different from the one above)
Based on Cornell, I thought a junior pilot would make a lot of sense. But the reality is, it's not so sweet.
If you say hello, you'll return the least greeting.
But my eyes and attitude made it clear what I despised.
The only difference with intermediate pilots and above is whether to put them on the table openly or not.
(Mr. Cornell is just special)
I decide to distance myself from anything other than Cornell.
And after the temperamental lesson of the deputy commander, something like an operational meeting finally begins.
A meeting, or just the purpose and orders of the operation were communicated.
The content is simple, with the main force forming a formation on the east side of the swarm of heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers to the south.
Meanwhile, a separate squad detoured to the west side of Heavy Lancer on heavy horseback drives Heavy Lancer eastward in momentum.
The main force, waiting full, intercepts and crushes the evicted heavy horse, Heavy Lancer.
(Thirty-seven rides with me against fifty heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers". fewer enemies, but I guess it's enough)
From what's going on around me, I imagine so.
"This time, I want the Merchant Guild to do an important job too"
Suddenly, the deputy commander spoke to me.
Keep saying things to me that make me harder.
"Separate teams in the west, join us. Nice to meet you."
Looks like an order. You'll have to take it.
So I realize things are not right around me.
The junior pilot has the face why the Merchant Alliance's manipulator style. This would be a dissatisfaction with the fact that we were given an important role, not ourselves.
(More than an intermediate pilot, you're wearing a nipple)
This is not a good trend. There must be something.
I'm sensitive to malice just because I'm aware of what they hate.
Maybe it sucks, Grandpa Goblin, having to rely on the guild leader of the Merchant Guild instead.
"Now announce the organization"
The deputy commander began explaining the formation.
The main forces are eight knights of the advanced pilot and twenty-four knights of the sixteen knights of the intermediate pilot.
This disappoints the formation and intercepts and destroys the evicted heavy horse, Heavy Lancer.
The lower pilot's Knight Twelve Knight unfolds left and right behind it.
If Heavy Lancer, a heavy horseback driven by a separate squad that turned west, is about to be scattered, it is its role to steer him toward the direction with a magical long-range shooting. He also has the sweep of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse who escaped the main blade.
And the detachment going west, what a ride I have.
It is an important role, with long-range shooting from the side to the swarm of heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers", driving the main force eastward.
(Whatever you think, you're crazy about this)
I think. There is nothing to join a separate task force on its own.
The junior pilots are also bothering.
When I picked up their conversation, it seemed like you saw me being treated special and given a place to play.
The flames of jealousy are so hot that I can feel them on my skin.
(Absolutely, because it's not such a good thing)
I can assure you for sure.
As I drifted my gaze to find Cornell, I immediately found him. Only one person has a pale face.
"That's it! All of you, crush yourself and give yourself to the glory of the kingdom! Departure!"
The Vice-President declares in high spirits:
I was driven to Old Lady without even being allowed to exchange words with Cornell.