Orient of the Wang capital. near the border with the countries of the east.
The summer heat disappears with the sun and the cool night breeze carries the sound of bugs.
The kingdom aristocrats with possession here were now being hunted down.
(Insider progressing)
A room in the castle.
Sitting in a chair, an old man with thin hands and feet but full of bellies. I'm sweating on that forehead.
Spread on the desk was a subpoena in the king's name.
Nothing is written except the due date of the call. But the old Count, who ruled the land, had his mind.
(If you go out, come back)
He's a so-called old-fashioned.
He is a leading supporter of the Second Prince and the former Knights Commander.
The word old-fashioned is never synonymous with evil. But in their case, what about it?
(I didn't know you would reach for His Majesty's balls)
Old Count holding his face with both hands with his elbows on his desk.
What comes to mind is the appearance of acquaintances executed or torn down in Wang Du.
He tried to put me through house arrest until he put the king under house arrest in order to protect his vested interests and his own values.
(undoubtedly, it should be seen as one of its kind)
Now that it has failed, it is inevitable that you will be brought to your seat. Even if the Old Count was not willing to do so.
(In the meantime, we can only stretch it out by calling it a disease. If you have to, it's your last hand)
Sweat not due to the heat. As I let the handkerchief suck at it, a sharp scream jumped in through the open window.
(Hmm?)
Standing up struggling with a heavy belly, head out the window.
Beneath you is a courtyard surrounded by buildings on all sides.
The voice stood in the hallway facing the garden, emanating from a single maid.
Lord Sage.
What the old Count's eyes caught was the young man directly behind the maid.
Would it be about twenty years old? He puts up his maid's skirt and keeps his hips snug.
Probably sneaked from behind, stabbed and pierced by accident. Screaming was thought to be the reason.
(Hmm)
Fortunately, the voice is turning into a sweet mixed whisper. Young people, I guess, weren't left to power.
The old Count lowered his chest.
(I don't know if it's any good that he's here.)
This young man is the last hand that just floated behind his brain, the wise man.
It was very recently that he appeared in Count's territory.
He was expected to have the power of that mighty and extreme sorcery and was a diner in the castle.
(Answer the call and the prime minister will come for the Knights)
A wise man who forces you to walk while still merging.
Looking at it like that, the Old Count resumes his thinking.
The knight owned by the Count has two C-horsemen. Not very much, but the Knights opponent doesn't serve.
But Lord Sage can fight it.
Before he appeared in Count's territory, the wise man was in the eastern country.
So he fought the knights of the eastern kingdom and defeated them.
(Unbelievable, but true)
A few moments east of the border, the Count's soldiers stretched out their legs. The same goes for their report.
The youth themselves are adept at claiming that 'I didn't miss a single ride'. But that's right, I can't snort that far.
But if you show such a gesture, the youth will be in a significantly worse mood.
The old Count nodded loudly as he was impressed and praised him.
(With the help of Lord Sage, defeat the Knights)
Swallow the sawdust and spit and wipe the sweat with a handkerchief again.
If you answer the call, only execution can be avoided. But you won't be able to crush it.
Either way, the Counts will disappear.
(Even for my grandchildren, that's all I can do)
Adorable as an angel, my twin grandchildren.
Boys and girls, the years are almost ten. The treasure of the Old Count.
The two are highly gifted with magic and are thought to be excellent magicians if raised like this.
(Royal School of Magic professor, too, is not a dream)
The old Count personally, he was so sure.
(Shown up at the Count's house a long time ago, magical genius)
One is the head of the Count's family. The other is Wang Du and serves as a professor at the School of Magic.
If the two join forces, the Count family's influence will be enormous.
Graduates of the College. If we could allow them to live in our territory, the land would develop exponentially.
"Magic Capital"
I thought of the sound of the words, and the old Count sneered.
Many magicians open workshops and make crafts and potions.
Neighborhood leaders will also visit to seek treatment for injuries and illnesses. Maybe even come from Wang Du.
It was exactly, the Old Count's dream.
(To do that, here and now, we have to step on it)
If you keep repelling the Knights, one day that Chancellor will break too.
Hopefully, he could be held accountable and forced to resign.
That way we can negotiate. On favourable terms, you must be able to survive the Count family.
(At any rate, we have to stop Lord Sage from connecting to this land)
And I remember when I met a young man.
A fort near the border with the eastern country. There he appeared flustered.
Something simple about a building built of wooden bungalows, even if it's a fort, surrounded by a wooden fence. There are only five soldiers packing.
"I'm hungry, I was wondering if you could feed me something"
At the entrance of the wooden fence, the young man spoke to the soldiers like that.
Yesterday, a roar came from the eastern direction and a continuous swing of the ground.
And one young man, lacking tension, who appeared time after time.
(Something)
The captain, feeling a heartbeat, invites him indoors and asks questions as he behaves for a meal.
That's where we got the story of the Knights of the East Country.
'Cause I knocked it all down,' cause it's true.
Cheeky bread with bacon pinched in it looks good, the young man says.
The captain immediately sends troops east.
Remains of several knights. The soldier, who confirmed it in the distance, took it back and told the captain.
(This is a big deal going on)
Immediately send the use under the Count and recommend the bath and bed to the youth.
"No, you guys are good people."
The young man who broke his face accepted the offer without hesitation.
(Well done)
The old count praises the captain in his heart.
If they missed the first response, they could have been thundered by the youth, too.
He has since welcomed him in this castle and listens directly to him.
The contents were to be feared.
I said, "Who are you? You're a wise man."
He frowned uncomfortably, the youth says.
I was visiting a village in the eastern country.
"Then this is what I don't believe."
They said the villagers shrugged their shoulders and just shook their heads left and right.
"Well I can't help it either. That's what I thought, and now I'm helping people."
There you look even more.
"Then for some reason, I resented you."
They were people who had no idea why.
That said the young man exhaled as if he were frightened.
(What sort of)
Hearing the continuation, the old Count frowns in his heart.
How shall we prove ourselves wise? When the youth thought so, they screamed in the village square.
If you look, a man is grabbing a young woman's wrist.
(That's not bad.)
Quite a beauty. Help this to prove your strength, while also getting the heart of a beauty.
A young man satisfied with his own thoughts provokes a man.
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A man who lets go of a woman's hand as he thinks, warps her face and approaches this way.
The youth immediately activated the magic.
Thunder Arrow!
Confirm the man who carburizes in an instant and erupts flames from all over his body. After that, stick your chest out and wait for words of gratitude from women and villagers.
"Murderer!"
"Yabe! Run!"
But what was thrown at me was such a heartless word.
Immediately from the square, the popularity disappeared.
"What's that? Isn't that strange?"
Young people who face incomprehensible behavior.
And in the meantime, he was drinking and eating something from the stall.
"After that, soldiers and giants, oh, knights? It came one after the other."
I wonder if I failed, and laugh lightly.
"I knocked them all out."
After that, they walked in the opposite direction as the knight came.
"I'm not scared, but I don't like trouble"
A young man who makes his nose snap good at it.
Seeing the appearance, the Count remembers the mixed surprise of the cold.
(This is)
What I can tell by words and deeds is that people who exercise magic in one mood are extremely dangerous.
I'm naming a wise man, but I don't think too much. But only magical arms are to be feared.
(Bizarre currencies. You should be entertained and on your side)
I think so, taking care to keep smiling.
At present, the Count's standing position is Setouchi, the crusher.
(The hand of salvation used by your ancestors in the face of danger)
It seemed so to the old Count, who was being hunted down.
After that, he welcomed the young man who named the wise man with all the hospitality he could.
(But glad you liked it)
A rural town that is not one of the whorehouses, although it is the centre of the Count's territory.
There's nothing that would satisfy a man enough to name him a wise man.
That's what I was prepared for, but besides my thoughts, he likes it.
(In its youthfulness, let's be greedy)
That's what I thought, I told him I could set the mansion maid free, and he was just happy to jump up.
(Such a small castle. I don't know what to say myself, but the number and quality are known)
Still that look.
"Unbelievable. I didn't expect you to do that."
The wise man took both hands of the old count and lifted his arms up and down again and again with a cheerful face.
In the head of the Old Count comes the pleasure district of the King's Capital.
Beautiful women and girls, like those who descended from heaven, sit narrowly on the chicks. Besides, the types vary and I never get tired of it.
And if you take your hands together and head to a private room, what you get there is a heartfelt and intense service.
Not very much, but not comparable to the country amateur maids, etc.
(If you had so many witchcraft arms, you'd have been to King's or Emperor's or Bishop's City in the eastern country)
In this sense, he is a mysterious figure.
He had drummed his tongue on alcohol and dishes that had no place to praise in the countryside.
"Wow, wow! Lots of items!
It's a big shag, and I'm going in.
I use a fork and a spoon. But eating your face close to the plate is like a dog.
(What have you ever spoken of?)
The Count looks surprised as he closes his eyes to manners.
I don't think cooks have bad arms, but I can't compare them to the city just fine. Different ingredients and menu widths.
(Maybe it was stuck in the back of a mountain somewhere)
Nod small.
Whatever your qualities, you are definitely a rare magician.
Then the wise man offended the maid from morning to evening, eating well and contributing with magic when he felt comfortable.
exorcising warcraft, digging irrigation upon request, etc.
Very recently I had apprenticed two grandchildren and even started teaching witchcraft.
Thank God.
The old Count thinks of his grandson and lowers his eyes.
On my own blood muscles, the magically apt twins that have appeared for a long time.
It hasn't turned out to be ten yet, but it also has the teachings of a wise man to raise his mechanical arm.
(For my grandson's sake, I have to protect the Count's house)
The old Count was to renew the thought.
A castle with many spires situated slightly north of the centre of the Wang capital.
The strong summer sun makes the walls shine white, creating a dark shadow on the ground.
In the Chancellor's office, two men sat on the reception set and talked.
"Again, didn't you answer the call"
I'm going to mention Kaisel's beard with my fingers, Knights Commander. The look remains calm.
"Oh, by now, you'll be in trouble getting ready for battle."
There's nothing unusual about the face of the face-to-face Chancellor either.
Because the actions of the Old Count were within the bounds of expectation.
"At first, I was trying to postpone my appearance because I was sick."
Once, moisten your mouth with coffee.
"Then instead, I nominated you to give me a surrogate, and I haven't heard back from you since"
"Who have you nominated?
"Two grandchildren."
To that answer, the Knight Commander shrugs his shoulders.
The old Count was famous for drowning his young twins.
No matter who the blood family trumps, only my grandchildren can't. Having learned that, it is the proposal of the Prime Minister.
"Bad people"
"Hmm. If there's nothing dark behind you, just let your grandson, who is proud of himself, see the capital of the king. There's a problem with those who can't."
Ironically, the Chancellor bends one end of his mouth.
The twin grandchildren of the Old Count are known as magical users, in less than ten years.
A magician, arguably a genius, who appeared in his own blood muscles. I guess it's cute and I can't help it.
It used to accompany the king's capital and boast of those who meet him.
"Well, it's a battle."
To the words of the Knights Commander, the nodding Chancellor.
"The Count's power is class C two horsemen. But behind it is a magician who calls himself a wise man. Be careful. The Count's strength also probably stems from it"
Now the Knight Commander nods.
I call myself a wise man, a mysterious man.
I rubbed it in the eastern country, and now I'm surrounded by the Count.
The power of magic is terrific, and the nations of the east are afraid of reprisals, or they do not try to engage.
"I can't say I haven't made any moves lately, I can't show the empire any gaps"
There is no way to divide a great battle force east.
Is it a habit, fingering Kaisel's beard?
"Hit one, explore the power of sages and doers to see"
"I'll take care of it"
The Knights Commander takes his seat and heads to the Knights headquarters.
I expected this already, and I was ready.
At the same time as entering the office, we call Cornell, the pilot of the King of Two Blades.
"As we were meeting. Please."
Copy that, sir.
A few days later, the Old Count's stripping of his title was declared.
At the same time, it was announced that the Crusaders would be awakened.
There were several knights on the streets stretching from the king's capital, heading east.
He continues to walk modestly to avoid damaging the cobblestones on the streets.
That number seven horsemen.
Cornell's Class A Knight, King of Two Blades (Vikings), who leads the troops.
And the aristocratic child and Lightning, class B is two horsemen.
Finally, he is a C-grade four-row with two old men: a ponytail, a braided tit super big tit, and a former adventurer guild.
"Aren't you overpowered?"
An old man from the former Adventurer Guild tells the old man next door in external audio.
'Right. The other Count is talking about a C-horse. "
A ponytail broke in there.
"Were you listening properly? I hear you have an amazing magician."
In the cockpit, the old man snarls his nose like he made a fool of himself.
"You're not on a knight, are you? No matter how smart you are, you can't fight knights by birth."
That's what they say, Ponytail clasps his mouth. Sure, because I thought so.
"But the magical power itself doesn't change the knight or the magician, does it?
Pointing out is braided tits super big tits.
"If the technique and the amount of magic you instill are the same, so is the power."
The misrilled silver shell that covers the cockpit allows knights to operate their magic efficiently.
That rate, then eighty percent.
The magic emitted by the pilot, only 20% of it leaks around. It's nearly three times more efficient than a biological magician.
But on the contrary, it also means that with all three magicians, we can secure the same magic.
A brilliant magician, comparable to dozens.
If such a presence appeared, it would even repeat the difference in efficiency.
But, hey, this is a class A, right?
With that said, turn the knight's face toward the blue metallic back that leads the way.
"Well, yeah, hey."
Ponytails and braided big boobs snort too.
That's all a class A knight was.
Cornell, on the other hand, has crossed the King of Two Blades (Vikings) to the B-Class Knight of Niceacasia, marching side by side.
"The purpose of this time is to gauge the power of the wise. But if there's no big deal, we'll just keep going."
It's like a power reconnaissance.
Lightning listens back to unfamiliar words.
"Who are the wise men? We talked about manipulating high-ranking magic."
'I don't know the details. All we know is that we made a scene in the eastern country and destroyed many villages. Because you don't like it. "
To its content, Lightning frowns.
"Why call him who commits such barbarism a wise man, etc."
"The person calls himself. If you don't call me that, they're gonna make you feel bad. '
In the cockpit, Lightning made a look similar to anger.
"A wise man is what those who see his deeds call with respect."
And go on.
Isn't it like you're hustling to call yourself a fool?
Cornell's tone of answer is bitter.
Exactly, after I say it, overlap the words.
'But think about it. The fool has just the power to make the fool call himself a wise man. That's what happens. "
Lightning was convinced and nodded loudly.
(Some, like Lord Tauro, combine power with character, others are proud of power and run into foolish deeds)
Brings the figure of a respected person to mind.
(A fool who calls himself that wise man. You have to knock him out)
They were determined and let the fighting spirit roll.
Continue east on the street, Knight of the Seven Horsemen.
There was a merchant guild knight looking to bypass it and move on.
(Let's get ahead of ourselves and wait in the special seats)
I think in the cockpit.
Count to the east, in the mountains to the west of its castle. Around there, you should see the battle between the Cornells.
I've been there several times to get rid of the Beast.
Land surveys that ran around the entire kingdom are helpful.
Why am I here and heading east?
That starts this morning when I saw the knights advancing through the king's capital.
I was at the market looking for a vegetable. I thought about telling Imosuke and Dangolo about the basin customs.
Eggplant and cucumber spirit horse.
(The sound of words resembles spiritual beasts)
It's just a thought.
(None)
Wandering around the market east of the square, it was not yet time to find it.
And he gave up, and returned to his house, and saw a line of knights descending quietly southward through the great square.
(Come on, you're a contestant)
Cornell, Lightning, and Ponytail and the rest of us.
There's no way we're gonna miss this.
Soon, I'll run up to the third floor of the Merchant Alliance.
Jumping into the Alliance Chief's office, he eagerly set out for Grandpa Goblin, who would be buried in the executive seat.
"... certainly, Tauro, not all your friends"
The guild chief who listened was often silent.
"I can't help it. I'd rather not worry about it than say I can't."
It wasn't as pleasant as it sounded, but he accepted.
"Basically, it's not on the table. I'm just watching."
To lighten the Alliance's worries, say so.
After sniping and retreating the Imperial Expeditionary Army in the Accommodation Town, the Guild Commander thanked him.
At the same time, they are also urged to watch out for too much prominence.
"It's the same as a whorehouse. Don't overdo it."
Very convincing line, earache.
Still, you gave me permission, I guess, because, like I said earlier, Fumiko is all acquaintances.
Soon after that, I jump on the old lady Old Lady and leave King's Capital.
And now we're on a hover ride down an unpopular road off the main street.
(Cornell must be concerned about the intensity of lightning)
Class B Four Horse Destruction in the North Town.
That score seems to have rocked the minds of the Class A knight riders as well.
Lightning, a mercenary, is in it, I was sure Cornell had chosen.
(Looking forward to it)
Let's throw away our ethical issues and say our personal views.
A battle that does not affect you is entertainment.
Sensitivity to think sports competitions are fun. If you dig into that, you'll get from competing to fighting.
(At least, I think so)
From the safe place of the old lady's Old Lady cockpit, we can telescopically use the Optical Correction Magic Formation.
Plus the contestants, they're just people I know. It's a team game to support, so to speak.
(Plus, you can interfere if you have to)
This is flavor.
It's not allowed in sports, but if it's a fight, it's fine.
Once the team is at a disadvantage, they can snipe off the scene. Really dastardly.
(It starts, probably tomorrow morning)
Old Lady, an old lady who can hover even the surface of the lake, has fast legs.
The instantaneous velocity gives way to lightning, but it's definitely me in the long haul.
According to the calculations, it is this evening that they reach the Count's territory.
Once camped, they will start fighting with tomorrow's sunrise.
(I wonder where we'll have lunch on the way)
If you can afford the time, you can stretch your legs to a famous store you haven't been to yet.
Sure, there must have been a good store for Sawaka cuisine.
I pushed the old lady "Old Lady" forward.