Town in the north of the kingdom, close to the border with the Niceacasian State.
There was a beige knight standing on one knee in the woods of a small high mountain to the south of it.
The two-handed cane Rifle is directed precisely toward the town.
(What the hell was that? That knight)
I speak to myself in the cockpit of the old lady Old Lady, the beige knight and merchant guild knight.
Optical correction magic formation, rotating in front of the eye. I'm looking through it, but I can't grasp who the fallen knight is.
Dark brown painted exterior doesn't show any indication of the country you belong to.
(Definitely a class B knight)
It is a national knight class.
If that were to be the Four Horsemen, it would no longer be the Knights class of small and medium-sized nations.
A bandit is not very, but hard to think about.
(Probably an empire)
We have a truce agreement, so we don't engage in hostilities. Words such as' stand out 'have a pillow.
Only for what you dare to make your nationality unknown, there is a good chance of an empire.
(Well, that hand thing will be considered by our guild chiefs and prime ministers)
I stop the optical correction magic formation and lower the cane "Rifle" that I had in place.
Then he closed his eyes and thought of something else.
(But you've noticed a lot)
It's about lightning.
The old lady's "Old Lady" optical correction magic team works telescopically but has narrow vision.
I had no idea it was coming from around me.
After seeing who Lightning was going to do, he finally started checking around.
You mean he can't do that to a guy who's finishing martial arts?
Sensing potential enemies, sharp sensations.
A polished sword move that butchers two horsemen in a short time.
None of this is for me.
How would it have been if he hadn't been there?
(Sounds painful)
In a situation I haven't noticed, the three-horsed B-class knight is about to be attacked. Imagine the sight and face it.
I didn't think I could protect everyone with just sniping.
(Well, whatever it is, I'm glad you're okay)
The ponytails probably haven't noticed what I've done.
The arrows of light (magic missiles) flying too far away do nothing but sound.
Besides, it's the strong summer sun that's all around us. If you didn't expect it, you wouldn't even know where it came from.
The knight's leg in front of him would have suddenly seemed to bounce and fly.
(Right, I will)
Let's add up the knight's share that fell to the bottom of the valley and blame it all on Lightning.
(I knew the lightning, but it's okay)
He's making sure I'm lurking.
Considering there was a reason, I would avoid naming the old lady "Old Lady". That aspect is a man of consideration.
I guess that's why you let go of the Lightning Sword and replaced it with a greeting to me.
(Going home)
Excellent for long distance travel at high speeds, Old Lady and my combination. Now, we can make it to the Rigiri Whorehouse.
Some stores are open all night. But if you can, today, 'Uniform stores. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!' I want to go.
(Poor body with big head)
I recently came to work, I think of students at the Pilot's School.
Feet that looks even thinner because of black tights.
Grabbing and lifting both of those ankles and forcing pseudo-defeat rape are my favorites these days.
(Blindfolded and driving around indoors would be nice)
A neat pilot's uniform. Glimpse from tight skirt, feet wrapped in thin black tights.
Imagine a girl who can't see her surroundings, frightened and proceeding by hand exploration. Give me that, and I'll be jerking off, too.
(good)
Me snorting.
Quietly changing the direction of the old lady Old Lady led her back to the Wang capital.
Under the dull clouds, it began to rain on the Wang capital.
The rain, which gradually gets stronger, drives people walking down the street into their homes and slams more windows.
The royal castle stretches towers a little further north than the center of the Wang capital.
This building, which reflects white sunlight on sunny days, is also different now. He had the same gray figure as the sky, covered in rain.
One of those rooms.
Dispensing products that are not flashy but must be expensive. There were two men in the room arranged with them.
One sits in a chair with a high back, middle aged middle meat. The other is a disappointing stature magnificent standing before it.
"You're an empire."
As he sits in his chair, the Chancellor speaks.
The chief of the knights agreed when he had one proud Kaisel beard.
"I couldn't find anything to indicate my affiliation, but I'm pretty sure I'm an Imperial Knight from the model"
The topic of the two is what happened in the northern town the other day.
A knight of the Knights who went to exorcise the Warcraft was attacked and fought by an unknown knight.
"I don't know why."
The Chancellor groans as he leans on his back.
All enemy pilots are self-inflicted.
We examined every inch of the town, inside and outside, but nothing that would attract the eyes of the Empire could even find traces.
"In the empire, what the hell is going on?
Before Awok, the sudden withdrawal of the Expeditionary Force.
Came from an empire that was supposed to be advantageous, a truce agreement.
Besides that, this inexplicable move.
(Weird)
If the Expeditionary Army had made strides, Awok would have fallen apart. On the contrary, by now, the king's capital itself could have been besieged.
The reason I want a truce should not have been in the empire, even if it was in the kingdom.
(There are also stories of the Expeditionary Force being attacked by someone. And that's what caused the retreat)
The Chancellor shakes his head loudly.
(Stupid story)
Force that can drive the Expeditionary Army back. Where's the organization that can wield it in the kingdom?
If there is, only the Knights of the Kingdom.
And the Knights of the Kingdom were trying to build defensive facilities in Awok.
(Agreed to let go of Accommodation Town)
The terms of the truce should be harsh on the Kingdom's side. Accommodation towns where the Expeditionary Army was in the process of locating, there is no way to let it go.
That's what I was prepared to do when I negotiated.
But he responded to the return request so lightly that he clapped it out.
(Definitely, something bad is happening within the Empire)
You must have returned the army to deal with it.
I'm letting him look.
So far, however, no eye-catching information has been available.
The Chancellor shakes his head left and right again, changing his mind.
And I turned back to the Knights Commander and sent him words of praise.
"I didn't expect you to defeat the same number of enemies unharmed. A gift of daily training."
The enemy is the Class B Knight Four Horsemen.
No matter how elite the Kingdom Knights are, it shouldn't have been easy.
But the Knight Commander's reaction is dull.
If you look, he's got a crease between his eyebrows.
"It's not an equal number. The knights of the Niceacasian nation are also participating."
I recall the contents of the report.
Town attacked by giant Kamakiri (Double Axe). The knights of the Niceacasian nation were rushing to the ground to rescue their own people.
Rank is class B. He is a knight captured in the battle against the earlier empire.
(In any case, it was the knights of my country who made mistakes. The Knight Commander cares about the details.)
Gently shrug your shoulders and reply.
"Okay. Send a letter to King Niceacasia to thank him for his help."
But the look on the face of the Knight Commander is still elusive. Open your mouth in a way that seems somewhat difficult to say.
"Our knight only stabbed a stop on one horse. It was the knights of Nicea Cassia who fought the Lord."
But it didn't seem to convey well.
He raises a single eyebrow and looks surprised.
"The Knight of Nicea Cassia defeats two horsemen and destroys one horsemen's leg. Only one of our knights has fallen."
To that explanation, the Chancellor makes the expression, no way.
"Then I discover a horse fleeing through the mountains. The Knight of Nicea Cassia defeated it with a long-range magic attack, which caused it to fall to the bottom of the valley."
And closes with a sinking look.
"It's not help. We were saved from danger."
Having been briefed, the Chancellor is not convinced. Question the Knights Commander.
"It's a Class B Four. Isn't it a little too much to say that you were saved?
Of the Knights Commander who answers, the tone is bitter.
"Grade B, all of which were collected by His Excellency."
In those words, the Chancellor understood everything.
My class "B" refers to a knight who is only apparent and practically class "C".
Class C knights forced to confess from the nobles of the country. I applied a little hand to its appearance and called it "B".
(If so, the pilot is new. Now even if it's a foot clump, it's not going to be a force of war)
But at the same time, new questions arise.
"But then it's practically one-on-four. Is it something you can win?
"According to reports, the sword judgment never stops in my eyes either. I couldn't see it."
The Knights captain carries on the word.
"Plus, the arm of a magic attack is pretty good too. The knight, pulled from the bottom of the valley, was precisely punched through the chest"
The Chancellor deposits his weight on his back and sighs loudly.
"Until recently, a country that had no riders and put knights to sleep. Can it now take on the Imperial Knight Four Horsemen?"
The power of the kingdom falls and the power of the Zero Thin Nation is strengthened.
Fortunately, it is a friendly country.
"Whatever the state of the empire, I want a knight. Whether we invade again or not, there's just a knight who can bounce this back."
To the Prime Minister's revealed thoughts, the Knight Commander puts his hand on his chin and devises a plan.
And I opened my mouth, most importantly.
"So why don't you hire a knight from Nicea Cassia?
To that word, I jump up a single eyebrow.
"You're saying you're pulling out of a friendly country"
The chief of the knights shook his head left and right to a large extent.
"No, we secure it temporarily as a mercenary. If you ask me, the country of Nicea Cassia is hiring new pilots and putting Class C into operation."
Take a breath and continue the words.
"Maintaining two horsemen. It must be tough in that country's kitchen."
The Chancellor floated the colour of understanding.
"Right. Let's do enough work as a national knight with a Class C knight. Rating B, on the other hand, may be a burden."
One snorts.
"If you say you're going to pay enough for the money, there's a lot of potential for you to get on with it."
And I looked up at the Knights Commander.
"Not bad. If you can expect to work four horsemen in a single ride, you can fill a hole in a reduced number of A's."
And he called for a grace pen, and made him write unto the king of Niceacasia.
Around the same time, the Merchant Guild is south of the Royal Castle, on the east side of Central Square.
Increasing strength from time to time, the rain flows through the surface after it hits the slate roof and enters the side ditch of the street via the rain canopy.
The guild chief's office on the top floor was quietly wrapped in the sound of rain slamming the roof.
"The Knights are in for the northern town."
An old man buried his small body in a large chair tells Santa Claus to sit across the street.
"In the suburbs, there was a female skeleton with a giant kamakiri (double ax). Perhaps that's why I called you in."
What do you think? The guild leader inquires.
The deputy guild leader, very similar to Santa Claus, puts his hand on the white beard.
A northern town is a small town in the northwest of the kingdom.
It's on the way to the northern countries, but the town itself doesn't have any tangible specialties.
"Perhaps the purpose of the Empire is to obtain Old Lady, the knight of our merchant guild?
The Unknown Knight belongs to the Knight of the Empire. Between them, the perception was unanimous.
To the guild chief who silently urges, Santa Claus continues.
"The place is the place. Across the mountain, it's already imperial territory."
Express your thoughts with eyes on the large map affixed to the wall.
Intentionally collected, giant kamakiri (double ax).
I've been waiting, all four b-class knights.
Defeat the Old Lady, an old lady who appeared in the exorcism of the Warcraft, with four horsemen and take her away to Imperial Territory. I guess it was that abdominal cumulation.
"I think so too."
The guild leader snorts, grabbing a coffee cup and moaning his nose.
"Tauro, since you became a pilot, the demolition of the Warcraft on the trading road has become the sole altar of the Merchant Alliance Knight."
Then he put his mouth on the cup and wet his throat.
"If the Warcraft shows up, the old lady" Old Lady "rushes instantly. The enemy will be easy to target."
The only reason the expression is bitter is not because of the coffee.
The deputy guild manager also mouthed the coffee and shared his thoughts.
"But it's been a long time since I thought about it."
"Not at all. From now on, I have to choose my job."
The guild length shrugs his shoulders, but the bitterness is somewhat out of his face.
"Unlike before, the Knights also show an aggressive attitude to the exorcism of the Warcraft. Shake the job appropriately to keep it focused."
Santa Claus nodded slowly.
"Near the imperial border, you might as well leave it to the Knights as you can."
Tilt the coffee cup big while saying yes.
Turning the cup back to the saucer, the guild leader changed the subject.
"By the way, do you know what a ghost knight is called Ghost Night?
Santa Claus with a strange look on his face.
Explore the memory as one, but it didn't sound familiar.
"That's a lot of horrible calling. Are you the new knight of the Empire?
The guild leader smiles childish when he sees how Santa Claus doesn't know.
"It sounds like the Kingdom's secret weapon. At the back of the blacksmith guild or the Knights hangar, they keep adjusting for operations."
Santa Claus doesn't snort.
The face is highly suspicious. Because I've never been exposed to such stories or information that I know of before.
The guild leader laughs as he looks at it.
"It's a phantom they saw in the Empire. Probably about you and the old lady, Old Lady."
Finally, I'm good at it, and Santa Claus nods loudly.
"Expeditionary troops approaching Awok. That's what you saw as the existence that drove it into retreat."
The guild leader nodded back, laughing that it was funny from here.
"The kingdom has new weapons, but I think the flaws are too great to operate"
"Is it a flaw?
The guild length will continue to be explained to Santa Claus, who raises a single eyebrow with his arms together.
"The power is mighty, but sometimes it becomes ferocious and fangs at allies. Seeing the previous Knights' captain get lost in blood, I thought so."
It will be about the Landburn match.
At that time, the former Knights Commander of the White Lion was attacked by the current Knights Commander who took his seat.
"I didn't mean to, but the white lion did a good job at the end."
Guild leader, yeah, nodding.
"Because it will be used?
Naturally, the guild leader slaps his knee.
"The Empire can't move because it's afraid of the Ghost Knight. The kingdom wants time to get in shape"
Satisfied.
"No matter how much you chase the phantom, you can't get anything. Only time passes and the kingdom regains its power"
I laughed with a nigga and hobbled a bun in the shape of a tea contract chick.
"In that case, it will be the same as before. We can't help each other and there will be substantial peace."
"But it wouldn't be permanent, would it?
The guild leader looked back at Santa Claus with a frightened eye.
"Say what? There's no such thing as eternal peace. Even if you dominate the world in one country, this time it will collapse from the inside."
Take a Santa Claus chick and place it in the shape of a mate and overlap words.
"For more than a decade now, so yeah. After that, just lay it over. Even if there is a long period of time without war, you can look back and see it."
Alliance length's gaze keeps him out of Santa Claus' eyes.
"From the beginning, we want a long term peace. It's impossible for people."
"... that's true"
Santa Claus thinks about the meaning of words while under pressure and is good at it.
My shallow, I showed how ashamed I was of it.
"If we all had fun a lot longer, yeah."
To that word, Santa Claus snorts deeply.
(Rubbing my mind until my grandson's generation, there's nothing I can do)
I have no choice but to leave the matter of my grandchildren's generation to my grandchildren.
All we can do is not leave behind a negative legacy.
"I hope so. No, let's do everything we can to make it so."
The guild leader snorted.