I mean, it was Phee who was an apprentice knight and had the least strength.
That is also a natural story.
It was an unscrupulous story that a girl who had lived as a princess all along, and who had been all polite here lately, to the boys who had worked hard with swordsmanship and martial arts to build strength until now in pursuit of knighthood, was put on the same footing.
Running was the goal of increasing the strength of the apprentice knights, so even the boys who had worked out had a tight perimeter.
Gollms was the one running the lead.
Next, surprisingly, Laemier. He was good at long distances, as he didn't hate running.
It follows Gollum's pace so that it fits perfectly.
Gollms wasn't either good at long walks. Because my body is big, I can really bear to move my body more than others.
(Surely this guy is often with Heath. You look like a lazy twinkle, so I didn't know you could run so fast. But I'm not willing to lose)
Golms takes the lead in temper.
Slad and Geese were about middle-class.
Slad looks like he's not having fun. Geese was the face as usual.
And Dantoz's bottom line is Fee.
I can't keep up very well with the pace of the boys, and I'm running all the time.
By the time I digested half of the perimeter, it was bright blue.
Yet I don't throw up one weak sound.
"Heath, are you okay?
Hislo, who is usually called a ghost instructor by the apprentice knights, also speaks out again and again just worried.
In the first place, what he scolds harshly is a student who still has the strength but tries not to skip it.
But the students in front of me, they're supposed to be pushing their limits, but they're still trying to.
"Heath, if you don't think you can, you don't have to run"
"It's okay...... Excuse me..., my breath is... painful, so don't make me talk too much..."
That meant that the limit was coming beyond talking.
Yet Heath's eyes have absolutely no sign of trying to stop.
I wonder if it's okay to stop Hislo.
Gradually, students other than Fee begin to score goals.
"Is he okay...?
I went to see Phee still running while Gollms fluttered.
Gollms scored the best goal in the northern quarters. It's the last shape of the lamier that came with it.
"You're a little worried..."
Raimier, who has scored a goal only slightly behind Golms, talks worryingly.
More and more other students scored goals and only Phee was to remain on the ground.
"You don't have to."
"You can…"
To Hislo's voice, Phee responds instantly.
As he gets sweaty, Fee keeps running.
I've run out of strength and strength already, and my legs are barely up.
But once again, I realize the difference between the boy around me and myself, which makes me think even more that I need to do this until the end of the training menu or so.
"If you have time…, if you are…, the instructor and everyone else…, please go to the next menu…. Me... I can do it right..."
I say that, breathing painfully.
"Heath......, good luck......"
As Raimier looked at it, he put his hands together to pray.
"Ha, I still don't know how that little one could be a knight"
"Yes, they do. Trying to be a knight in the habits of the poor, so that's how it's gonna be."
The boys who stuck on Fee last night said they didn't like it when they saw Fee.
"You can't do that. Shut up and hang out."
"If you insult Heath, don't let go."
"Me, too."
"Me too..."
Not only did Golms find out, but Slad, Laemier and Geese shut him up.
Fee continued to move his legs, while his consciousness was blurred.
Anyway, to catch up with everyone. The first person who ever needed me since I was born. To be a knight who can help Captain Ior.
We can't wait for Heath alone, and the training of the apprentice knights moved on to muscle strength training.
But both Gollms and Sluds were still watching about Heath, who kept running.
That's how finally, Fee finishes his circle and puts his foot on the goal.
It took more than twice as long as everyone else.
I already looked sweaty and worn out......
"Heath, well done..."
Laemier or something, looks at him and makes his eyes nod.
But the other three were more like looking at Fee fluttering in bright blue, with a look like, "Isn't he bad?"
And as I had a nasty feeling, after a few seconds of goaling, Fee fell on the spot like a doll with a broken thread.
"Heath!"
Hislo and the Gollms rush up to Heath.
Roy, the king of this country, was talking to the civilians.
That's where Crowe comes in.
"Hey, Roy!
"What's up?
He says it's in front of the civilians, but Crowe's tone doesn't change.
"This is the Duke of Hurbald."
The minister who was talking to Roy also finally gives Crowe his head.
"Ha, please don't. Sure, Dad's great, but I'm a knight."
"No, that's not how it works"
(Honestly, you're still easier to do when you're angry like that prime minister. Well, I'm not willing to change this attitude either...)
Crowe was the son of a Duke family who also had great power in this country, and was childhood friendly with Roy.
It's just that I'm only a knight in my personal capacity, and it's uncomfortable to be finally treated by senior officials.
But I knew there was a cause for me to talk to Roy, the king, safely as a friend just because he was a child tame, or because he was not comfortable with the tone he might have had and was in a good mood for most humans.
So I can't even complain much.
"So what happened?
"No, you told me to keep an eye on Heath. He just fell out of training."
Crowe puts his head on, sighs and tells Roy.
"Right."
Roy nodded once, turning to the civilians.
"I got a little errand to run. I'm coming."
"To, Your Majesty? This is a meeting in five minutes?
"I should have already told you about that meeting about policies and general procedures. And then you guys do it."
So Roy puts the civilians down and turns toward the north quarters.
Crowe followed along, laughing bitterly after that.
"Where's Heath?"
"I'm putting her to bed in the emergency room right now."