A knight of two horsemen, driving west down the street.
The big first one that fits in the helmet shows that he is an Imperial Class C knight.
That speed, which seems to be full force. The way he moves his uninhibited legs is as if he's frightened of something.
Their way forward is Landburn.
A boneless castle wall with a sunset on its back gradually grows in their sight.
The two pilots breathed heavily of relief and slowed down the knight's speed.
"Your Excellency, the Marquis has informed us."
With a slept half-eyed beard, he shows up and tells Uncle Borderline's office.
"What's in it?
Borderline uncle prompts with a surprised look.
The Marquis led the Expeditionary Army and advanced through Landburn a few days ago. And now, he should be laying a formation in the boarding town in front of Awok.
There was no such thing as getting news by now from a leading adversary of the birth competition.
"Someone attacked us in the formation."
"So?"
It builds interest and slightly disintegrates the expression. Competitor loss is not bad.
Did something unforeseen happen?
"The damage is immense. We lost two A-knights and one B-knight with the pilot, and it's impossible to continue the operation."
"... what?
Borderline uncle solidifies.
I was willing to welcome the loss, but this content was just too shocking.
An Expeditionary Army comparable to the total power of a nation was defeated before it stood on the battlefield.
"What do you think?
Put aside a few silent moments and ask the steering wheel beard to moan.
"Well done. You've been keeping us informed, I think. That must be the most serious situation."
Sleepy, answer as you follow the letters on the paper with your eyes. It was just brought to you by a two-horse C-level knight.
Both knights are stuck out of magic at the same time as they creep through the gates. Literally, I guess I followed you with desperation.
"That much?"
I heard about it and the severity of my expression increased.
Borderline ambassadors are, for the Marquis, a leading competitor in the birth competition.
There is no need to send information that shows weakness to your home country.
But they still sent me the news. I mean, I guess we can't afford to be running like that.
"You're asking for rescue. What can I do for you?
"Get Uncle Rosehip, now."
Borderline uncle answers instantly.
Immediately a soldier runs out to the pilot's quarters.
Left for a little while, Uncle Rosehip rushed in with a loose knife.
"I'm sorry. Sorry to keep you waiting."
Uncle Rosehip's cluttered shirt was disturbed, and from his wide open collar, a number of kiss marks peeked.
My breath is rough, but this won't be the only reason I came running.
"... were you relaxing"
Uncle Borderline doesn't change his expression and says sorry.
I'm not in tune with his taste, but I accept it.
This would be one reason why Uncle Rosehip is staying with Uncle Borderline, not the others.
"I'm a class A knight pilot before this, but if you drop it, it's cute. This is how you let me go while you're on vacation."
I laugh luxuriously as I thumb the kiss mark.
To that appearance, the handle beard nods quietly.
Whatever Uncle Rosehip's hobby is, it's none of his business. Now if you can replenish the Rose Knights with a good pilot, it would be a pleasure.
(horrible man)
While the handle beard seems reliable, it cannot forbid war in its heart.
There is no obstacle to Uncle Rosehip's manipulation, such as being a kingdom pilot.
In fact, there are many foreign nationals in the Rose Knights. But the bond is firm, and the loyalty is unwavering.
"Something urgent, by the way."
To Uncle Rosehip's words, the steering wheel beard began to explain.
"... you know what I mean"
Uncle Rosehip utters words with a difficult face to put his arms together.
What was on his head was "Boxed Daughter," which appeared at the end of the Landburn match.
What did the enemy's golden knight, Golden Night, say then?
"Suck up magic and unleash super-high attack magic"
Sure, it should have been something like that.
As the word goes, 'Boxed Daughter' is showing off his long-range attack magic.
It was of great output, impossible to express by the knight alone.
"I see."
To that explanation, Uncle Borderline nods.
Ranged magic, shot out of an invisible distance. Besides, its power is crushing the Class A Knight with one blow.
Previously on Common Sense, it's impossible.
But if you can gather massive amounts of magic, you can't say it's impossible.
"But why have you brought it up by now? You might not have lost your landburn if you used it to fight us."
The steering wheel beard raises questions.
Uncle Rosehip closed his eyes. On that face comes a look that reminds me of something.
"At that time, the knights of the kingdom around the boxed daughter fell one after the other"
And he opens his eyes and looks quietly at the handle beard.
"That technology is still inadequate. Or maybe it's something dangerous."
The word had something to convince the steering wheel beard, Uncle Borderline, the two of them.
Borderline uncle puts his thoughts on the table.
"I came out with that in this phase now. So the kingdom is coming ready to die."
"You know what I mean."
Uncle Rosehip agrees with his chin.
"Uncle Rosehip. Sir's decision not to pursue then was still correct"
Even as I'm afraid of that word, there's something cold running on my back.
How would it have been if we had pursued then and the kingdom had come at this unidentified weapon?
(I may not have been here.)
I don't know, a cold sweat comes out of my forehead.
I didn't think about it that much at the time, but I really think it helped me not to be greedy.
"What happens now?
"You can't move in a detour. An enemy that can slaughter a Class A knight from a distance. Find out who it is and you won't be able to move."
Uncle Rosehip answers Uncle Borderline's question, and the steering wheel beard continues his words.
"Maybe the key is in the boxed daughter. Analysis by the Forge Guild is just waiting."
And added:
"The importance of boxed daughters in this matter will rise more than ever. And with that, the feat of your capture must increase."
In those words, the faces of Uncle Borderline and Uncle Rosehip are dusted.
But Uncle Borderline immediately squeezed his face and turned to dealing with the Marquis.
"The Marquis has requested the dispatch of the Rose Knights. I guess I'm half as anxious as a Grade A knight in my hand."
Uncle Rosehip flaunts his face and opens his mouth.
"The opponent is sniping a Class A knight. They'll just kill you if you go."
Besides, I carry on the word.
"Nor can the Rose Knights. Considering that the B-Class Knight captain is being ridden, a prominent man is being targeted."
The Rose Knights have an eye-catching appearance with numerous rose flowers painted on the black ground, even if they are Grade B knights. It certainly seemed dangerous.
Borderline uncle nods and makes a decision.
"Right. To the Marquis, the Rose Knights have a separate case and cannot be moved, instead, the Knights of the Borders will give as much as they want, tell them so."
The handle beard rests his right hand on his chest and lowers his head.
"How shall we proceed now, Marquis?"
Uncle Rosehip appeased while asking Uncle Borderline for his views.
"There's only one way to retreat. Attacking Awok is, of course, too dangerous to stay on that spot. I don't even know how to deal with it until I know who I am."
To Uncle Rosehip, who nodded, Uncle Borderline continued his words as he had come up with them.
"With that said, what happened to Sir's son? He would have gone to the kingdom as a member of the Mission of Friendship before the war began."
"... that's it, I'm ashamed to have been boned in a whorehouse in Wangdu, and as a man, I'm useless"
Uncle Borderline opens his mouth to surprise, and Uncle Rosehip sighs heavily.
"I am now returning to the Knights of the Empire with my son's colleagues who accompanied the mission. But you can't."
"What do you mean, no?
"They're going to butt their coworkers in their quarters and sneak around."
Borderline uncle loses his voice.
"The Rosehip family prides itself on both offense and defense. But his sword is broken, and his sheath shudders in despair of others' swords."
So I intensified my tone at once and assured him.
"I can't take a trace."
Uncle Borderline does not reply.
I just understood that it seemed impossible to get information about the kingdom from his son.
"You're a disgrace! He pulls it back here and makes it a toilet for the Rose Knights!
After his temperamental father, Uncle Borderline left the room.
One man walked nicely through the pleasure streets of the King's Capital, still high in day, past the thirty ways.
It is Tauro.
(Yesterday it was silver, today it's gold. Tomorrow we will, shall we make it copper again)
Gold and silver, of course, is about the bowl of parents and children.
I invented my own menu, but I got into this a lot.
Every day since defeating the Imperial Class A Knight, it has not been lacking in Sione.
Every afternoon to night, I taste all kinds of Dombri.
(I can definitely say. I'm happy now!
How many times in your life, such as at a moment when you can affirm that you are happy?
I'm heading to Sione faster to take care of that time.
"I had a reservation at Tauro!
Tense, jump into the lobby.
Girls on the sideline smile back at the giggles and head to the counter.
And the chick and her daughter drew her hand, and she went upstairs.
Then somewhat, time flies.
(Heaven was here)
Two hours later, he was pinched by his mother and daughter in bed and convinced as he looked up at the ceiling.
(The money is still amazing. I'm just active in a super first-class whorehouse)
Things aren't the same as yesterday's silver, etc., which used to work in an intermediate whorehouse and is now retired.
Amateur copper wasn't bad either, but gold still had different dimensions.
(Tomorrow's copper is canceled. I have to make a gold reservation)
I asked my mother to put my clothes on and when I gave my mother and daughter a penny (chip), I went out into the hallway.
During the breakup, she exchanges thick kisses with both mothers and daughters.
(I am single and have never had a family. But is this how your father feels when you go to work)
I see, this doesn't make you want to have a family, either.
But I want to enjoy a different wife every day.
I'm not going to fix it.
And I'm going down the stairs to make an appointment for tomorrow.
My feet fluttered lightly along the way was the aftertaste of happiness.