Landburn, the core city of the region.
The perimeter of the city is surrounded by high, thick walls, about ten meters high.
Rough looking walls, stacked with natural stones.
Now on the walls facing the western plains are bells with people.
I've already spoken my thoughts, and from time to time, I watch the knights fight, screaming and cheering.
And in the meantime, a middle-aged couple selling lunches were walking around, yelling at customers.
"Give it to me, too!
"Every time!"
The old man, who says he runs the lodging house, receives the coin and gives him the wrap of paper.
Even if it's a lunch box, it's a simple piece of oval bread with thick-sliced bacon and lettuce.
Once the bacon is seared to such an extent that the surface hardens, and the stained oil has discreetly discolored the paper.
"Lunch boxes and drinks, two at a time!
"Aye."
From a box held before, like a station valve sale, my aunt hands it to me.
"Isn't that a little ridiculously expensive?"
"It's special today, of course!
My aunt tells the complaining guest back in a prestigious way.
The lunch provided sells to fly, and the couple's faces loose unknowingly.
When the skin of greed stuck out to sell too much, and I began to think about adding, my surroundings squirmed heavily.
"Hey! What is that!
The Wild Horses share their thoughts on the heterophony.
The old man who sells lunches also peeks at the battlefield from among people attracted by interest.
And I was equally surprised and mouthed the same line.
"Oh, my God!
What the people on the walls saw was a disc of white light that occurred near the rear end of the kingdom formation.
The light goes stronger and stronger as everyone watches, including the old lunch seller.
"Isn't that the white lion of the kingdom?
One old man raises his voice.
The kingdom formation is the eastern end of the plain. In other words, the rear end was the most land-burn neighbor, and people saw it well.
The identity of the disc of light is the immense magic formation that unfolds before the eyes of a single knight.
It shines white and gradually increases the amount of light.
"Definitely. A white lion."
Another old man answers like a friend, glaring at the glare.
Because of the magical formation that emits light, I can't tell the details, but that figure is a Class A knight dedicated to the former Knights Commander.
"Are you saying that you have come to terms with the crisis in the country? That's great."
"For this matter, do you think we should stay here? That was crazy."
It is known that the Knights Commander of the Knights of the Kingdom has been replaced. However, the change has not been given a snack.
Many people perceived the former Knights captain as giving up his seat backwards.
"Look, the knights are on their knees."
The old man was right, and around that Class A knight, three Class B knights had their knees on the ground.
It is such an attitude, like being respectful, like taking an oath at a knighthood ceremony.
"Though I gave up my seat, the glory of the white lion, you said it still didn't fade"
The old man nods again and again like he was good at it.
And the magic formations shine even brighter, emitting giant columns of light toward the center of the battlefield.
It was like a comet unleashed on earth.
"Ranged attack magic. And oversized."
In an abrupt manner, a man with a merchant guild card in his chest shrugs.
I immediately realized something and shouted as I held both ears.
"Everybody! Block your ears!
A few moments late, a fierce burst of noise reaches the walls.
Those who fail to understand the warning, or fail to make it, are overheard.
After a few moments of silence, cheers exploded from those who did not damage their ears.
"Awesome, awesome!
"You won, didn't you? This!"
Short-minded brothers dye their faces red in excitement, slapping each other on the shoulders and jumping.
"No, I didn't know you had these hidden balls"
The shopkeeper-like grandfather raised his voice as impressed.
But in it, only the look on the face of the man who lowered his Merchant Guild Certificate doesn't float.
It originally makes the less loving eye even more rugged and follows the comet's trajectory.
(Is this..., are you serious?
Many have not noticed, but the comet has defeated even its allies.
Massive Ranged Attack Magic, flying through ground treads.
On both sides of the ground marked by its aftermath, the knight had fallen several horsemen.
Because the places are self-forming, they are the knights of the kingdom.
(Absolutely crazy)
With such certainty, nothing can be done.
The A-level knight of the white lion of the kingdom gently takes the path exposed by the comet.
The man kept staring at the next development as he frowned.
Time goes back slightly to when the former Knights Commander arrived behind the battlefield with his dedicated horseman.
A dedicated horseman of the former Knights captain, who suddenly appeared without touching forward.
With that in mind, the class B knight pilots were confused.
They know that the former Knights Commander has been dismissed from his role and made to be discreet at home.
And dedicated rides can only be handled by the former Knights Commander.
But the dedicated rider is in front of us now.
Reinforcements?
It was the words that came to the heads of the pilots. But something in my heart, it doesn't snort.
Their former Knights Commander is not the kind of person who comes to help after such a humiliating way of being made to stop.
They were junior pilots, and they knew that very well.
"While I'm gone, do whatever you want"
The former Knight Commander sees the knights from the cockpit of the dedicated knight.
There are no shards of warmth in those eyes. For the current former Knights Commander, he is equal to an enemy such as a junior pilot.
"It was unnecessary for the Knights, such as the lowlifes like junior pilots. That's what you have to say at the dawn of your return."
Make plans after returning to the Knights Commander while frowning uncomfortably.
There was just something I had to do before that.
Late last night, the former Knights Commander is out of his home and out of the King's Capital with his beloved dedicated horseman.
And straight to the battlefield here in Landburn.
It is all thanks to the cooperation of those with a heart that he regained his dedicated horseback until he took the risk, because of its importance.
"I guess I should defeat Uncle Rosehip. It's easy."
The former Knights Commander speaks without saying anything.
Full of that, full of overflowing confidence.
But unlike the supporters, the former Knights Commander had a clear basis. For he knew all the power of a dedicated horseman.
"The junior pilot, Crumbs, at least I'll use it for firewood."
And activated one auxiliary magic formation.
"Knight's epic" Arcolade "!
One of the auxiliary magic formations of the dedicated rider activates quietly.
The auxiliary magic team makes a call to the surrounding area. Inside a nearby Class B knight, an auxiliary magic formation responded and moved out.
This auxiliary magic formation is secretly planted in the hands of the blacksmith guild technicians on all the knights of the lower pilot's rides.
"Synchronization successful. Start of supply"
The former Knight Commander groans contentedly.
Auxiliary Magic Formation of Dedicated Knights, Auxiliary Magic Formation of Kingdom Class B Knights.
These two auxiliary magic formations are perfectly in tune and function.
The Knight began to send the magic stored in him to a dedicated horseman.
Magic crosses the universe, though at close range.
While greatly attenuated in the process, it was absorbed into a dedicated ride.
"Because of that. I'll use it for you."
The manipulation in the brain of the former Knight Commander causes the absorbed magic to flow into one magic formation.
In front of a dedicated knight, a magic formation appears that is as tall as a knight. Start spinning as the light shines.
Meanwhile, a horseman who has lost his magic will no longer be able to support his body and kneel on the ground.
It seemed as if he was kneeling and taking oaths at the Synod ceremony.
The former Knight Commander bends his mouth to dissatisfaction.
"Not enough yet. Knight's epic" Arcolade "!
The first Auxiliary Magic Regiment that finishes the activation starts again to draw more magic.
Having sucked up the accumulation of Class B knights, the magic team began to suck them up directly from the pilot.
The pilots faint, but it doesn't matter to the former Knights Commander.
"All right, enough. Take it," Judgment of Heroes "!
With a full grin, declare.
At the next moment, white light is emitted from the large magic formation, burning the eyes of the pilots around them.
The fierce blast knocked down the knights on their knees, while the heat generated spread in concentric circles, turning the grass on the ground into ashes in an instant.
And the brilliance of the great light became a comet and stretched the surface rinse toward the front.
High Output Ranged Attack Magic.
The goal, naturally, is Uncle Rosehip.
The Kingdom-B knights near the ray are burned and jumped. Had I just said I was lucky I wasn't on a direct hit course and that's what a Class B knight is doing without being destroyed?
"Wonderful power."
With a sobering expression, he stares at the end of the light.
The kingdom's Class B knights, who far-sighted its light, remembered that abominable heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" battle.
A mysterious magical attack that struck the main force of the Knights of the Kingdom.
Yellow over there, this one's white. It was the different attributes that made it seem so powerful.
"... did you send it? busy."
Face slightly.
But there is no loss of room for the former Knights Commander.
Because dedicated rides incorporate a variety of other attack magic. I would be able to handle such a situation.
And the magic that sustains it is rolling all around it.
(groundbreaking)
The former Knight Commander praises his ideas.
Unlike other senior pilots, he understood the usefulness of ranged attack magic.
A powerful destructive force, released from a remote position. It is undoubtedly overwhelmingly advantageous compared to melee combat.
More importantly, I didn't have to worry about my own riding getting dirty or scratched.
Except that it consumes a lot of magic to activate.
(If you don't have it, you can let your people out)
Possess, activate, and defeat your enemies. The magic required for this purpose shall be confessed by the subordinates.
When I came up with this, I thought I saw a path of light in front of me.
(Exactly the way a hero deserves to fight. junior pilot would also be honored to be useful to me)
The incorporation of auxiliary magic formations only into the lower pilot's knights represents his values.
Of course, I didn't explain it.
He kept the outside for the position of Knight Commander, but for him, he was intermediate or better than a pilot.
(Which, go see Uncle Rosehip)
The former Knight Commander advances his prized dedicated horseman.
The stones and sand that hit me every time I walked were sarcastically unhappy, but I had to put up with it.
(I'll have to repair the leg exterior as soon as I get back)
Think so, discourage feelings. Because this battle is necessary to regain the chair of the Knights Commander.
As you approach the front line, you will also see the appearance of an Imperial Class B knight.
But no one dares come towards this apparently gorgeous Class A knight.
Without even pulling the sword out of the sheath decorated with jewellery, the former Knight Commander arrives at his destination.
There were two A-level knights standing by their swords, but keeping their distance, asking how this one was doing.
(Rose on black, that evil hobby knight is the Rose Hip Uncle)
And finally, eyes shifted to the side, nature and the golden knight, Golden Night, in sight.
I guess I understood who was riding.
After frowning to see the filth, his complexion begins to change with anger.
"At the junior pilot's minute, stay aboard the Class A Knight!
Knock your knees hard with your fists.
"And that nasty color! You've defiled the A-Class Knight."
My vision turns red with so much anger.
The former Knight Commander cannot forgive this man, his successor, including his sexuality.
(Gives me judgment)
In the brain, with manipulations impossible other than him, activate the gimmick and go.
Macro with scum, served to the limit. Dedicated rides have come to such existence. It was not possible for him to use it with the cooperation of the blacksmith guild he had manufactured.
"Kneel down! Knight's epic" Arcolade "!
The former Knight Commander screams in external audio.
In response, the surrounding kingdom class B knights broke their knees one after the other.
It also includes a cavalry without a shield and equipped with a small sword in both hands.
"What's going on?"
Cornell is in the cockpit, leaking a confused voice.
Originally aiming for the center of the battlefield, he arrived here, just like the former Knights Commander.
He saw the dedicated horseman of the former Knight Commander and frowned in the cockpit.
(Something, some auxiliary magic team I don't know, is moving on its own)
I feel creepy about the feeling of the ride leaving under my control.
(Hmm? The magic that's supposed to be accumulating is gone?
I checked my self riding situation and was stunned.
I got on my knees because of this, I'm sure. Lack of magic prevented me from supporting my weight.
(What the hell is this?)
If you look at the dedicated aircraft of the former Knights Commander, you're letting a huge magic formation unfold in front of your chest.
A puzzling phenomenon that occurred on horseback, as well as on time.
It must definitely have something to do with it.
It's not just backup.
My first thought was support from the King's Capital.
I imagined that while I was in the house, I could not change my belly on my back and that a senior official from Wang Du had sent me out.
But I don't think so now. From the dedicated rides in front of us, we don't feel like we're on our side.
(Chuckles)
Vision blacked out.
Apparently, even the magic to maintain vision has been lost.
A knight who can't move is good, but outside is a stormy hell of destruction. Getting out of the cockpit is too dangerous.
Plus, about the new American pilot who stuck around behind me.
I was wondering what to do, then.
(... what?
From my body, I felt the magic sucking up.
Your head gets heavier and your body gets weaker rapidly.
(No way, they're sucking on magic?
Reminds me of the last sight I saw.
No matter how Class A knights, what they draw in the air is a magical formation so large that it is disproportionate.
Without drawing any conclusions, Cornell rammed into the cockpit.
Eyes on one class B knight breaking knee after another, in the cockpit of the golden knight Golden Knight, the Knights leader trembles his Kaisel mustache.
"This is..."
A dedicated horseman of the former Knights captain, who begins to unfold his immense magic formation in front of his eyes. The B-class knights of the kingdom, falling around it.
The Knights Commander understood the matter intuitively.
The Golden Knight picks up the shield, switches the bastard sword in one hand, and makes a big jump to the dedicated ride.
In a remote position, Uncle Rosehip was quietly staring at the evolution of things.
"Suck up your men's magic and unleash your super-high attack magic. This is what you are!
The external audio of the Golden Knight screams.
On the face of the Knights Commander sitting in the cockpit, only cold anger floats.
Forged as a golden gastronomer, Gourmet of Gold, the power of magic manipulation felt the magic flowing from a Class B knight to a dedicated rider.
The magic that far exceeds the savings of a Class A knight is sucked directly into the magic formation.
And every time, the magic team increases its brilliance.
What it meant was obvious to him.
"Come on!"
Before the Bastard Sword arrives, the Dedicated Rider's Big Output Attack Magic is activated.
The golden knight Golden Night swept one wind magic in the air and left to the side.
Immediately afterwards, a column of white light passes through where he was until then.
Even hiding himself with a shield, he was jumped off a shield with a shock and a blast.
I managed to regain my posture and land, and I can hear the shield falling from behind.
On the other hand, Uncle Rosehip was giving instructions to his men to keep their distance by hand.
Dedicated knight and golden knight Golden Night, around which a temporarily large space is created.
Some of those who stared far-flung also looked like Reapers, showing them how to say nothing.
"I don't understand what's going on. I don't want to risk it."
Uncle Rosehip returns the gesture.
"Besides, that" boxed girl "came out. Let me show you how good it is."
The dedicated horseman of the former Knights was called that in the Empire.
Plus, I didn't want to interrupt the battle of Golden Knight, a golden knight with enough good enemies.
(It's a battle between class A knights. It's not easy to get your hands out of the side)
Sweet as I am. I laugh so hard.
But I didn't hate Uncle Rosehip for thinking so.
Perspective returns to the cockpit of the Golden Knight.
(Are you saying it wasn't complete?)
The Knights Commander takes a rough breath and decides so.
Much less powerful than the first blow.
Nevertheless, it was an output that could not be alarmed.
(This much output, cooling time is long)
Golden Knight puts his sword back in his hands and tries to kick the ground again.
But there he stopped suddenly and leaked a grunt with his sigh.
"... with all the boring gimmicks"
Before the dedicated horseback, more than ten magical formations had begun to unfold like walls.
A magical attack of small to medium power descends on the Golden Knight.
Golden Knight, a golden knight who lost his shield and was stopped by the number of bullets, has no way to go.
As it is, it will be destroyed immediately. There is no limit to their magic.
From the surrounding kingdom Class B knights, magic continues to be drawn up.
(As it is, the pilots die)
In the midst of shock and flash, the Knight Commander bites his teeth in the cockpit of the Golden Knight. But I can't do anything.
Anger, remorse, and impudence overflow.
But all of a sudden, the rambling of the magic attack stopped.
What is it?
In order to see the situation, the Knight Commander sees a watermark of the earthly smoke caused by the magical attack.
So what I saw in my eyes was the appearance of a Kingdom-Class B knight who, while falling, still stuck a small sword to the hips of a dedicated horseman.
The auxiliary magic formation's clogged swell is pierced and sparks are scattered from it. It was thought to be arc light due to a short circuit of magic.
"Thanks to Mr. Tauro for being so helpful here."
Class B Knight cockpit.
Cornell utters a word of gratitude while stirring up fatigue strongly.
I watched Tauro's moves up close at the whorehouse, admired them, and trained him to want to be.
The achievement is now alive.
As the surrounding pilot drowned and sucked up his magic, only he continued to prevent it from leaking by working out his magic manipulation.
At the same time, we can see the flow of magic, albeit in vain. Extending the target sword was the shiniest part of the dedicated rider.
(Thanks to you, the more prostate you're likely to get)
I smile like I'm tired.
But that's where Cornell limits himself.
I slipped out of my chair, and now it's time I lost consciousness.
In the cockpit of the dedicated horseman, the white lion of the kingdom, the former Knight Commander, dyed his face crimson with anger, rattling and trembling.
"... oh, my god, you junior pilot!
With the scream, Cornell's B-class knight, kicks its head off.
"Didn't I get a scratch? Ah!
An exterior that has never received a blade before.
This time, he said he had no choice but to jump stone by battle, even though he was patient with the thought of a severance.
Blasphemy against beauty, such as putting a sword up against this knight who is a national treasure. It was definitely not something I could forgive.
"This! This! You can't even take responsibility! Get to know yourself!
Now start kicking the cockpit.
To a fierce stomping, the Grade B knight's chest began to creep. And keep treading.
Scratch the dedicated rider. The act may have been a steep point in the mind of the former Knights Commander.
He had lost me in front of his enemies, and his surroundings were blind.
And before the former Knights captain regains his calm, the Golden Knight becomes fleshy.
"Ah?"
The moment I realized it, Golden Knight was a golden knight lying directly next to me. The swelling of its squeezed head got into view.
From the flank of the dedicated horseman, the golden knight Golden Knight silently pokes up the bastard sword diagonally.
The blade, which proceeded through the gap in the knight's structural material, directly reached the misrilled silver shell that wrapped the cockpit, destroying the interior.
From the tip of the pulled bastard sword, the blood drips and the dedicated ride stops the movement.
"You don't qualify as a pilot."
The Knights captain whined in the cockpit of the Golden Knight with a cold look on his face.
"I'm retreating!
Looking back, the Knights Commander issues the decree.
Take it, and soon the Knights of the Kingdom will move out.
Control was not broken yet, and Golden Knight, the golden knight, began to fall back neatly.
The exclusive knight of the former Knights Commander is abandoned, but the breathtaking B-Class Knight is drawn in multiple knights.
"Did you win?"
Uncle Rosehip speaks to himself as he looks at the Knights of the Kingdom.
It's possible to chase, but I'm not willing to.
Somehow, there were too many unpopular moves.
"This time, we have no later. I was able to achieve my goal. You won't have to be greedy."
On Uncle Rosehip's head, a certain woman emerges.
She was a good pilot but tended to take risks in situations where there was no need to take risks.
A glorious grand victory, once danced to the top of the birth street, but it is sinking quickly.
The phase where you were asked to do it without difficulty. That's where I couldn't do it and I lost.
Since then, he has raised his eye-catching combat skills several times. But I often took delays in situations where I shouldn't lose.
As a result, it has been moved to the northeastern border.
(How about that?)
Admonish yourself.
(At any rate, the hyenas are pushing over. I don't need to bother to make it easier to eat)
Bend the edge of your mouth and see the walls of Landburn.
It's about ten meters high. Warcraft can be prevented, but is ineffective against knights who are eighteen meters tall.
This world where the battle between knights determines the victory or defeat of war. Now that the Knights of the Kingdom have begun to withdraw, they will not choose the castle.
"Border Knight surrounds Landburn, Rose Knight is on alert"
Landburn got it.
Kingdom officials may try to escape, but it is stopped by border knights.
I need you to come early.
Uncle Rosehip thinks of his colleague, Handlebeard's, sleepy half-eye.
I'm good at fighting, but I'm not good at politics.
It is just troublesome, such as the administration of occupied cities. I just wanted to leave it to the guy who wants to do it.
"First, success"
Take a deep breath.
There, Sir Reaper's A-level knight showed up.
Towards Uncle Rosehip, he throws a knight's head over.
(... A level knight in the kingdom)
This light blue shade would have followed the royal blue (Royal Blue).
This was followed by a report from Rose Knight, the Rose Knight. Says he succeeded in capturing this Class A knight pilot alive.
Meanwhile, the royal blue (Royal Blue) escaped even as he was wounded.
Uncle Rosehip nods contentedly.
Because the Rose Knights perfectly fulfilled the role of a Class A Knight stoop.
I need to reward you for something.
He turned his neck as he conceived and made a cockroach noise.