I want to protect you in this hand.

Me and Mal headed to the front yard with Sarah. It seems that the very fact that the soldiers are training look like the people is some sort of deterrent, but there were more people there than I thought. Though mostly soldiers. As we walked toward the Cylons, the blurring occurred.

"Lord Arshmalia, Lord Margaret, those who..."

Marquis Cosal said so bewildered.

"It means it could be my escort, so please let me join you"

"But..."

Cyril, Will and Dan gathered together, and across from them stood six escorts and Kenan.

"It's not where your lady stands. Pull."

I saw our outfit and Kenan frowned and said so. You're about to say that a selfish courtier has now joined the busy young man? Mal ignored Kenan like that and spoke to Will.

"Brother."

The blurring grew with that one word. You sure look just like him. He's a sibling who looks good even when he sees it this way. Will has dark golden hair on his large, but skinny, muscular body. Sleek and supple, Mal is waving his blonde hair as well. He's facing it seriously with those same green eyes.

"No. Mal, it's not your turn."

"So let me do it first"

"You."

"If your brother fights, you'll kill them all by yourself. Then Mal's turn won't come."

Oh, my God. The look on the guard's face has changed.

"That's all right."

"Shit. Mal fights too."

"And Arsh?

I nodded too. At that time,

"Arsh."

and was called by Cyril. Cyril turned around. One step closer to me, he reached out and gently touched his hair.

"The ribbon seemed loose"

With that said, he put his right hand straight on my cheek, grinned gently, and pulled another step.

At this time I felt like I was swelling up my killing temper all at once, but I guess it was my fault. By the way, the ribbon shouldn't be loose. Cyril is a bad guy.

Me and Mal turned around to the escorts.

I can tell you just one thing: I'm sick of eyes, I'm stupid eyes, different things. Just because you're a woman, in this situation, it's like you've already won. Even the Empire had a proper female knight.

"Then, in weak order, from me"

"Even if you win, you take turns, Arsh"

"Okay."

The escort was pushed out by a young man who seemed reluctant to do so. That's when Will's voice rings.

"Arsh, no magic."

"Yeah."

"Magic?"

When the other person was distracted, the voice of Marquis Cosal was called.

"Introduction!"

I quickly stepped in and punched into the person who was out of my mind. Khan, and his opponent took it, but where he lost his balance, he adds a twist to the sword.

"Ah."

From. The sword has fallen. Because I'm alarmed. Well, who's next?

"Arsh."

It's Mal's turn.

I thought I was just alarmed about this, and as sweet as ever, I could afford it and Mal wins, but now. Soon the venue was quiet and everyone watched the game seriously.

Mal and his next escort are firmly on their way.

"Introduction!"

They both don't jump out and want timing. And Mal jumped away. Khan, and the opponent takes it. To Mal pushing in with a ghoul, the person who steps on a bump. But I flunked and pushed Mal back. Meet with Khan, Ka and Kang once away from Ba. That lasted several minutes and eventually one of the mares was decided where the other was tired. I'd be tired or disqualified as an escort.

Well, now it's me.

"Mal!"

"Chi."

That's not true. Even I didn't have enough earlier. Me waving my sword forward.

"Arsh, that'll be enough"

"'Cause I'm not fighting properly."

As it is, am I not just someone who beat an alarmed opponent? A little bulging to me, Cyril said niggling.

'Cause there's a guy who's not convinced I'm not gonna do it.

Kenan looked like a hunch. There is no other way.

Cyril slowly stepped forward and raised the edge of his mouth nibbly.

"I hope it's on top of you."

The disfigured escort flew one after the other and was quickly defeated. Exactly. The last Kenan stuck, but he wasn't Cyril's opponent.

It was the face of Findaria, who was flattered and could not afford to regret it. I said this in disdain.

"We were training in the Knights in the Empire. Even Cyril is so strong that he rarely loses. Do you know why Cyril was recited in the first place?

Kenan descends beside his neck.

'Cause the Imperial Army got a bunch of dungeons in trouble.'

I opened my eyes.

"I guess you only thought of it as an escort to the young nobles of the Empire. You don't properly investigate the subject of the escort, or you disqualify the escort in the first place. And."

I strained my chest a bit.

"Me and Mal are class A adventurers, too."

Because you just did!

I turned to Cyril. Cyril snorted, laughing at him as he came behind him, and told Marquis Cosal,

"So there are two parents. I'm sorry, but you need to get in touch with the center right away. I understand that the Empire is also in a position to get involved if things go wrong. Report that we are not going to cause any problems."

I said. Marquis Kosal nodded and pushed this precaution.

"But wait in this town until we hear from you. Like."

There is no other way.

"Hey, you guys can still afford it. Let's make it work."

The soldiers at the border were gathered at some point. Glitch my eyes. Sarah pulled my sleeve.

"What?"

"Arsh, this is your chance."

Hmm? Sarah made a gesture to tilt the cup.

"Chance? Ah."

"Tea, I don't know if I can sell it. I wonder if there's time for doughnuts."

"Sarah, good idea! Dan!"

"What?

"Tea! Sarah! Let's sell it."

"Oh? Well, I'm bored. Do it."

Dan also niggered.

"Lord Cosal!

Marquis Cosal, who had been busy giving instructions, turned around.

"It's about to start a tournament, can I open a store here?"

"Open a store? If it's not rubbing, you can do whatever you want"

"Thank you"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Will laughed and said so. Cyril doesn't want to do it. He's surrounded by soldiers, but he's pointing that way.

"It's still before snacks. Sarah, while you're making tea, can you prepare the doughnuts?

"I think I can! Do it?"

"Let's do it!

"Well, me, Arsh and Sarah are the Tea Squad"

"Mal, your brother and Cyril are battle squads"

I told Dan and Mal to declare so, as Cyril was fed up.

"Do you do it?

"You're the one who made this place. Take responsibility."

"I have no choice."

Cyril's motivation was conveyed, and the place thrived once and for all. Always is. Cyril doesn't, but he won't let go around.

Come on, it's been a long time since we've had a tea sale!

"It's combat training..."

That too!