I Was Kicked out of the Hero’s Party Because I Wasn’t a True Companion so I Decided to Have a Slow Life at the Frontier

I was nine at the time.

I had just joined the Knights of the Lower Name Bahamut, when I was still loading. That was on a cold winter evening.

There was a bump and heavy snow coming from the gray sky.

Snow that shines will still afford to be enjoyed, but the people of Wangdu are walking in a way that wets and pioneers their bodies gently with snow.

The street was full of people coming home from work, so the discomfort is all the more so.

On such a depressing day, Mr. Flores, the knight I was serving, asked me to shop, and I was walking through the crowd shaking my Bukabuka coat.

(I wonder what a cosmos is selling in this middle of winter)

I was a little dissatisfied in my mind that this struggle would end in prison.

Primary surname, but for you, you must obey the orders of the knight you serve. At least, if you don't go around five florists, you won't be convinced to subtract the snow.

(I wish you'd at least tell me in the morning)

The growing stomach claims to be cum hungry, but dinner is going to be late this evening.

I joined the Knights because I wanted strength to protect my squire rootie, but if I didn't at least emerge, I wouldn't get a chance to grow my protection. Lower Surname Some people don't want to do chores like this to work with me. In particular, a boy named Neville, the eldest son of the Count family, often pushed chores on others.

Though he seems to think it's a good idea because he works out spears in that free time.

Neville was originally asked to look for flowers this time, but he pushed me to believe that civilians deserved it.

(Well, I hope it's a good opportunity for me growing up in the country to acquire my knowledge as a knight)

Strength is not all you need to protect your rootie.

Ability to negotiate with those in power, to maintain party journeys, to lead people into battle as commanders… As a first step in gaining them, it is necessary to acquire the manoeuvres and mindsets that are appropriate as knights.

So even if I was ever dissatisfied, I accepted these downloads and took them seriously.

And our boss, Mr. Flores, is the knight of the elite Knights of Bahamut, the kingdom of Avalonia.

Looks like he's throwing his job clutteringly, and he's watching us do our job.

So is Neville.

I overheard Mr. Flores talking yesterday about his colleagues' knights and Neville's intention to be removed from the Knights.

(I guess just being good at martial arts doesn't make you a knight)

With that in mind, walking in the snow and crowd.

I heard a crisp noise coming from over my head.

"The sound of pulling a bow?

I jumped on the shoulder of a man walking in front of me and jumped into the air.

"I'm sorry!

"Whew!? You kid! What the fuck!!

It is a craftsmanship made of children's separated levels by the initial level of "Guide Hand" +30 and because it is a light child's body.

Stepping on the heads of the people on the road, I pull out the short sword that sat on my hips and cut off the arrows that were released.

"That's the guy they were after."

In the place where the arrow was supposed to have hit is a man in fine silk clothing who is surprised and confused without knowing what's going on.

Surely he must have had a big chamber of commerce dealing with salt in the executives of the Merchant Guild. Certainly his name is Bran Robinson.

It would be a man of enough wealth and standing to be targeted.

"And it was that guy you were after!

Upstairs in the house on the side of the street.

Two glaring eyes shine in a dark room that doesn't light one candle.

"I'll apologize later!

"Yikes!

I was nearby. I borrow the shoulder of an elf woman and jump high.

"... ugh!?

I saw a surprise in his face peeking through the gap in the hood of a man holding a bow and dressed in black.

I grabbed the window frame and jumped into the room as I kicked up the wall, flashing my short sword without getting my hair in.

"Ah!?

It was me who leaked the groan.

There was a sharp pain in my right arm.

It should have been an unexpected blow, but my sword was removed in time and I just faked the chain shirt my opponent was wearing inside his clothes.

The man jumps back quickly and takes his time. I couldn't chase him.

Because an arrow stuck in my right arm and I couldn't move it.

The man stabbed me with an arrow in his right hand as he fired my blow.

(strong)

I was born with a protection level of 31 for the first time.

I hold my sword with my left hand and hold my breath as I stand.

"My liver's getting cold with the blow now. I don't think he's the kid he looks like, sorry, but I'll kill him."

"It was my uncle who didn't expect me to be sworded at that time. I'll give up captivity without killing you."

Lower Name "The crest of that garment belongs to the Knights of the Bahamas. Or... if I grew up, I might have been a hero in history, but I just stuck my neck in the extra... pathetic yazu"

Killing is top notch.

An unparalleled sense of intimidation struck me when I fought the Aulbearers.

The man pulls his bow and sets his aim on my heart.

(Protection is' archer ', no,' archer '!

Instead of using the bow as a tool of battle, the 'archer' is the protector who finds significance in training the bow technique itself.

It is one of the protections of a special martial arts lineage that uses weapons.

I have a strong urge for bows, but they should be much stronger than normal 'archers'.

Hard to cut through intact.

I wish I had at least some armor, but I kick that thought out of my head that I don't need it now.

When I'm ready, I cover my face with my damaged right arm, pulling one leg and half a body protects my heart with my left shoulder.

"It's not a bad idea, sacrifice your arms, but as long as you live, you have a winning eye"

The man said without changing his expression...... there was room for that face.

I guess you're confident you'll pierce the steeple with every arm of mine.

My heart rings like an early bell at the premonition of death.

At that time, a strong, warm, spring breeze blew in through the window.

Mixed with snow, white petals pass between us.

The petals fluttered and blocked the man's eyes as if sucked.

The next moment, an arrow was released.

Rip open the petals that dance in the universe, and an arrow pierces the wall behind me.

At the same time, it conveyed the feeling of tearing the meat out of my left hand with my sword.

A petal that blocks both eyes of a man falls in a hallucination.

…………

The horrible eyes of a blood-running man were staring at me.

Throat pierced, gobbling and odd noises leaking.

The man seemed to be crushing something, but he didn't know what he was talking about to me.

With force in his left hand, he pushed his sword further into the back.

Vikri and the man's body trembled and fell to the floor as if weakened.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

I made sure the man was dead and I sat down on the floor.

The right shoulder arrow is not deeply scratched because it was protruded with your hand.

I hold my breath and pull out the arrow as I eat up my teeth.

A bloody arrow rolled on the floor and made a noise with Karan.

I have pain in my right arm, but I haven't had protection in a long time.

(Level increased)

Born to be Level 31, I've been exorcising monsters and raising levels every day since I was six.

However, if you defeat an opponent with a low level, the growth of protection becomes extremely inefficient.

I was only able to raise two levels until yesterday, to a protection level of 33.

That just went up to level 34 after just one fight now.

"Is this the king's capital?"

I worried about whether I should leave Luti's side, but I was still right to get a Knights scout to be strong.

After sitting around for a while, I heard a bump and a rush into the building.

I panic and lay my hands on the pattern of the sword I put in my sheath.

"It's okay!?

It was the high elf woman who jumped in.

Afterwards, a guard with a long sword continues.

Apparently, he's on our side.

"I'm glad you're safe"

The first time I see that high elf, he puts his hand on my right arm wound.

The flowers drifted around the wound, and the wound disappeared without a trace.

"Thank you, Sister of the High Elf...... uh, excuse me, did I see you somewhere?

"No, it's my first meeting. I'm Yalandrala."

"Oh, could it be someone you stepped on when you jumped upstairs?

"Yeah, I'm surprised."

That's what Mr. Yalandrala said and laughed gently at me.

"I'm sorry, I thought I had to be aggressive."

"It's okay, you're right, I just had to."

This was the first time I had spoken decently with a high elf.

High elves also live quite a bit in the King's capital, but high elves create communities between themselves, and human beings build walls to live with.

Heterogeneous haters are the pedigree nature of high elves.

"Hey, this is Vihisha."

"Is Vihisha a mercenary of the archipelago kingdom?

The guards are scrutinizing the man's body and crushing something.

"I've seen Vihisha before, definitely this guy"

"It would be someone else who just looks alike. Anyway, it was that kid who killed him, that Vihisha famous for killing the Three Kings."

"... is that true too? They look alike."

Apparently, the man was a well-known mercenary.

If you were active in the constantly contending archipelago kingdoms, you also nod at high levels.

"Boy."

The guard looked at me and said:

"Can you come with me to the garrison because I want you to explain what happened here?

"Okay."

But Yalandrala stood in front of me trying to get close to the guard.

"Wait, this kid's after an exchange of lives. Looks like you don't know anything more than you fought here, and you can listen to me tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm, but, Mr. Yalandrala,"

"Look at this kid's sword."

My sword?

"... right. Sorry to hear that, kid, but I'll talk to you tomorrow. Can you just tell me your name and affiliation?"

The lightly broken guard said that to me in a gentle voice.

While I leaned my inner neck, Mr. Flores' use still seemed to be on time and I was horrified.

Primary name: "This is Gideon Ragnathon, who serves Sir Flores." "Ragnathon, you or your residence is Sir Flores' mansion. Let me ask you tomorrow morning."

Me and Mr. Yalandrala went outside when the guards greeted us.