Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~

Two and a horse came to the training ground where the Lord was gone.

Well, it's me.

"Still, are you glad Mr. Yambas came this way?

"Yes, because the only stables I manage are the horses on which all the Maiden of War Saints are boarded and the horses who tow the carriages when they welcome the dignitaries, so there are currently only a few in the stables"

"Really? Can you introduce me to this horse?"

"Yes, this horse is a Forenoir."

I think Forenoir meant black forest, like it was a cake.

"Forenoir, it's nice to meet you, Luciel. I've never ridden a horse, so coach me," he said, bowing his head, "Master Luciel, what are you doing!" and was stunned.

"What? Horses are smart, so you know what people are saying, right?

"Yes, but all of a sudden, it's like you're asking me to turn my head down."

"... are you serious?

"Seriously, I don't know, but it's true. This kid is especially smart, so be careful."

"Excuse me, thank you"

Having thus made a mistake from the first step, I am instructed with determination to absolutely abide by what Mr. Yambas says.

"First, stand in the front, lie down, and gently touch me as I speak. If you try to ride all of a sudden, the horses will be stunned."

"Yes," I said, moving from the front to the side and touching the flank.

"It's warm."

"Yeah. It's warmer than people. The saddle is currently arriving, but press your back to signal the ride."

"Yes," I try to push it good-bye. And there was no reaction.

"Yes. You'll be fine because you're not even hated. Cross it."

"What, all of a sudden?

"I've got you ready now, haven't I?

"Okay," I kicked the ground and crossed into the saddle.

"Yes. That's fine. Now lift your torso and keep your legs open."

"Yes. That Mr. Yambas is pretty expensive, huh?

"I don't care who rides it at first, so it's okay. We'll get used to it one of these days."

"Is there no such thing?

"What is"?

"It's a place to put your feet or a tool to build scaffolding?

"Uh-huh. You've never heard of it. Is it some kind of specialty?

"Ah no, I've heard stories like that a long time ago, so I asked you. It's okay."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. If you do, let them actually run. Try to pinch your knee against the horse body so that the shaft does not brake. Because when the shaft is braced, it's hard on both the horse and the side on it."

At that moment, I was remembering a previous life. Maintain your posture, recalling the knee grip, like riding a single car you were riding in a hobby. But there's something scary about this height. The area around the groin stings.

"When you wave the reins, it signals progress, and if you pull it, it signals a stop. When you bend, pull the bend."

"Okay."

I waved lightly. Then Forenoir began to run lightly.

"Yes. That's good. Come round this training ground at that pace."

"I'm coming."

Paco Paco Paco Paco and a petite rhythm, when Forenoir ran, he quickly came to the edge, so he pulled his right hand one by one and urged him to turn.

"Thank you," he ran, coming again to the edge and turning, slowly pulling the reins in his hands in front of where Mr. Yambas was, he stopped.

"Yes. It's great. I didn't think it was the first time."

"No, Forenoir was just smart. Plus, with your butt and knees on for a long time, it's going to be amazing."

"Though. My buttocks are pointed at my skin, and my knees use muscles I don't normally use all the time. Well, if you're a healer, isn't there a problem?

I notice what they say. It's cheap enough to use a heel.

"Can I go a little more and come?

"Yeah, because Forenoir won't be running enough either. Just don't push yourself up."

"Yeah. I know."

After a good amount of time riding across several breaks like this, the Battle Maiden Saint Knights returned.

"Doesn't it look like much for a beginner," Lumina called out.

"Really? I'm glad about that, but this kid's smart. I'm sure if I were a rampage horse, I'd be confident I'd be lowered the moment I crossed my back."

"Come on. I see. That concludes my training today. I'll be waiting for you for next week's training."

"Ah, yes. Thank you very much."

Thus the training of the Maiden Saint Knights of War and the first horseback riding ended.

I'm an air readable man... I think. So for dinner time, I decided to cheat with all the Maiden Saint Knights.

Well, that's a superficial thing, and you're not training at all today. and proficiency appraisal would have included proficiency in equestrianism, but almost all items had not grown.

"I didn't think it had stretched this far. I'm super anxious. No, maybe this is normal life?

I thought so, "But if someone like the Maiden of War Saints attacked me, I'd die, and I knew I'd have to make an effort. If you get anxious, you work out first."

So I went to the ten levels and came back, and then I had dinner and went to bed.

Starting the next day, he started attacking the labyrinth again.

"Sixteen tiers must have traps because there were traps from six tiers."

Use the Aura Court, area barrier and in case, look for a trap, draw a map and kick the demon.

"I just don't have a dorsal sac, which makes it very easy to move, but you thank the Pope for this.

Turns out the magic bag actually doesn't have to be touched by hand or treaded on by foot.

"If this were on Earth, we'd all be magicians."

With such a cliché in mind, when I discovered the trap and stepped on guard, there was a vibe and an alarm and a demon pushed from front to back, left to right.

"I see. Are there some of these traps," he snorts, activating purifying magic and crushing one of the four sides and fleeing to you.

And purify the demons that come by. Defeat them one by one with magic and sword.

Because Elizabeth advised me in the dining room in the morning that if I did something I couldn't do with Lumina's message, I would have a weird habit, so I should stop.

The fact that Mr. Elizabeth and Mr. Lipnea are double-sword users led them to teach.

"This is an order from Lumina, but this is a loan," she said.

I bowed my head as I prayed for no interest in lending.

The undead will vanish as soon as they are properly slashed. I guess the mess with this build is the fabric stone to the next boss battle. I finished the map of the sixteen tiers for lunch, thinking.

Eating lunch, he said, "I wonder how many demons object X can be avoided.

With that in mind, when I finished my exploration to the seventeenth tier, I went into the boss room on the tenth tier through the exit and wiped it out, through the entrance and wiped it out, through the exit and wiped it out and returned.

The next day he went home exploring eighteen and nineteen tiers, and also finished exploring twenty tiers the day after that.

"Is this the boss's room? Yeah. I have a terrible bad feeling about it."

He returned without going straight.

And I asked Katrea, who was waiting at the store, "Was it a hierarchical main room? What's going to happen to those twenty tiers?" I asked straight away.

"I don't know. I've never been in a labyrinth. But maybe he's part of a healer's guild who lost his life in the labyrinth like he did before."

And he looked pathetic. It's too awesome because this is the act. She wouldn't have had trouble eating an actress if she was an older woman, beautiful, colorful and born in a different world.

"I see. Thank you for your valuable feedback. Is there anything you need?

"If you mean to go, you can't stop it. But you'd better stop it. I don't know what kind of trap there is."

"I'm not going yet. Because I need to hone the foundation a little bit more."

"Yes, this isn't just about the labyrinth, but the potion to restore health and magic is a must. And the rest of the story in the other labyrinths, they say, gives you a better chance of survival if you take a meal."

This is a hint of strategy, isn't it? I understand.

"Then I'd like resilient potions."

This is how I bought in potions, came and went from the next day to the next two days, ten tier boss rooms, and fought with magic, swords, knocking down demons as I pinched my break. I did the task of building my spirit so as not to panic even one-on-one.

And the training of the Second War Maiden Saints begins.