Isekai Ryouridou

"Together, they carry a knife with a blade dropped, wrapped in armor for the match in front of you. Never lose your life, so don't worry."

That's what Malstein said.

Indeed, the two are wrapped in silver armor, not all over their bodies. It is a fine substitute for Melfried and others who are more obsessed with the armor of the Kingsguard Corps in the course of their duties, and whose decorations have been unraveled. It's like being decorated by a manga or something, like a western hall or something.

It wouldn't even move properly if the metal was stuffed tightly in the contents, so I'm sure it's even sticking a thinly noodled copper or iron plate on top of the leather. Truly, he was a brave figure whose entire body shimmered in silver from the tip of his hand to the tip of his leg.

The helmet also has a truly stunning construction, with a large red atrial decoration dripping over the top of the head. The reclining surface-armor was raised over his forehead, so even at this distance he managed to see Sin-Luu burning his cleavage eyes violently.

In addition, the two had a compact shield on their left arm and a long sword down their hips.

The shield seems to be attached to the hand, not to the hand. Dressed to cover the back of the hand to the elbow, the shape is oval and the diameter of the lateral width is likely to be about 20 cm.

"Hmm. Lord Gaymaros' name has even reached Banaam. But even Genos had a reputation for being a swordsman with three fingers."

It was apparently a bit of a member of the mission who said so in a swallowy manner.

And it's Leeheim who says, "Exactly."

"At the same time, Gay Malos is also my uncle. He is the real brother of the Lord of the Earl of Saturas and head of the Knights of Saturas."

The gay maros was a big, musculoskeletal man.

Height would be slightly over 180 cm. About half the head is bigger than Sin-Lu. It's just about the same physique as Ziza-Lou or Gazran-Rutim.

Would the horizontal width, etc., rather exceed the Giza-Lou's? It looks extra big because it's something that wraps around a crusty armor or or something.

Its face peeking from the shadow of its helmet, with slightly larger eyes, wraps a splendid mustache beneath its nose. I guess my age won't reach forty. He never seems young as a swordsman, but even by the woods, older Donda-Lou and Dan-Rutim keep wanting their strongest names. At least, it wasn't inconsistent with the reputation of being one of the leading swordsmen in Genos.

"The hunter by the woods has unparalleled power. Even young people like that will surely show amazing power. I'm very excited to see how far you can eat down to my uncle Gay Malos."

I was only polite about words because I was dealing with guests, but Leeheim's voice had a clear mockery. Lara-Lu and others were to bite their lips while burning their eyes unknowingly, because it was something that would even wear to the whispers of young ladies there.

"Don't guide me. If you are Sin-Luu, you will not be late to the people of the town"

and Giza-Lou calls Lara-Lou in a whisper from behind.

"Yeah," Lara-Lew nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on the outdoor stage.

Instead, Sin-Luu's sister Sheila-Lu also stares wholeheartedly at her brother.

"Now let's do a swordsmanship trial!

One of the lowest surnames who had guided both names to the stage echoed a youthful voice.

"Winning or losing will be determined by one of them taking the sword off, raising the voice of surrender, or putting his back on the ground! In the name of the Western god Selva, a fair battle!

Gay Malos nodded heavily, pulling his long sword out of his hips.

It is a straight steel knife, whether the body is 80 cm or not. No matter how the blade is dropped, it would be a blunt instrument that would not just be sorry if it wasn't wrapped in armor.

When Gaymaros put his arm up and poked it forward, Sin-Lu pulled out the knife in the same way and gently aligned its cuttings.

It may be a pre-arranged greeting, but it is truly a grand hesitation. In the manner of his prince, the ladies have a yellow voice again.

But I felt a little strange.

Sin-Lu's movements seemed a little too dull.

Speaking of which, Sin-Lu walked cramped, even as he came up on stage. For once, I wonder if I've been restricted in my movements because of armor I can't wear.

(If it's the hunter's strength, I don't know about the weight of leather armor, but the fact that it's hard to move can be quite a handful?

Not to mention Sin-Lu, whose quickness makes it his strongest strength. No, even Ji-Mayam can defeat Shin-Lu, so if he can show his main office, there shouldn't be any physical difference - I couldn't wait to have a bad feeling about it.

(I didn't know what Leeheim or Malstein thought. This way. You can lose, just get hurt anyway -)

When I thought of it that way, my last names pulled back without a sound.

Instead, it was an old man wearing a long white cloak.

It seems quite old, but it is tight and has a rough spine. It's like Ra-Rutim comparing the power of the Lou family at the harvest festival.

"In Selva's name - here we go!

Gaymaros pulled back as he lowered the surface armor.

Sin-Lu, he's standing on a bar. He also lowers his right arm holding the sword, and his cuttoe hits the stone stage properly.

Gaymaros dropped his hips and began to twitch and circle around to the right hand side of Sin-Lu.

Apparently it is an arithmetic that pokes from the right hand side with a sword, not a shield.

But Sin-Lu doesn't move.

It stood like a puppet doll and didn't even show the sleigh of turning back towards Gay Malos.

Lara-Lew combines her fingertips in front of her chest.

The nobles also seemed eager to catch their breath and see what the stage was like.

In the meantime, Gaymaros had finally reached completely directly next to Sin-Lu.

And yet, after all, Sin-Lu doesn't move. I even left my face facing the front, and I was going to learn the anxiety that even I wanted to scream about how I could cope with Gay Malos' movements.

Gay Malos also wondered, defending his chest with his left arm and keeping his long sword covered with his right arm, often stopping his movements on the spot.

And then there's this swelling silence in my spine.

Gay Malos stepped into the fence.

As I step in, I roll out my long sword like fencing.

Shortest distance, dressed for Sin-Lu's defenseless flank.

I almost screamed.

Gay Malos' knife blinded him through the flank of Sin-Lu.

About that, it looked like an inescapable blow.

Your ladies and others were clearly screaming.

But in the next moment my visions were smashed.

With beastly agility, Sin-Lu jumped up his right arm.

Sin-Lu's knife bounced back Gaymaros's knife, slamming his shield as it gained momentum, and even attacked him in the face.

The hard tone continued to echo and the giant of gay malos blew away.

The knife is snapped from the middle, a squeaky surface-armor strikes the universe, and the body of Gaymaros floats in the universe. Thus Gaymaros flew through the universe for about two meters before falling to the stone floor, crouching and rolling with a flashy sound, before eventually stopping moving.

Shin - and the terrible silence falls.

From around the face of Gay Malos, who collapsed on a lie, red blood. The whole place was spreading.

My left arm, which was fitted with a shield, is screwed in a strange direction. My bones broke, or my joints must have come off. My shoulders and elbows are bent in an impossible direction.

In the meantime, it sounded a proper heavy tone.

Sin-Lu took the knife off and laid one knee on the spot.

"Sin-Lu!," Lara-Lew goes over the window.

After I got lost for a few moments, I followed Lara-Lew, too. I guess it was because I still perceived some sort of anomaly that Ai-Fa came after me unstoppably. Something was subtly wrong.

"Sin-Lu, it's okay!? What the hell is wrong with you!?

The old man, who stood still, was blind, and Lara-Luu took to Sin-Luu.

Sin-Luu glances back at Lara-Luu with only his eyes, wandering disappointingly.

"I'm not doing anything about it. It's just that this armor thing is heavy."

"The armor is heavy!? Is that all? 'Cause Sin-Lu, that's not normal!?

"I can't be normal wearing something like this. Thanks to this, I couldn't even help myself at all.... Are they all right?

"I don't care about them!

After speaking mercilessly, Lara-Luu embraced Sin-Luu's body.

Behind it stands a very large figure.

How long have you been following me, Giza-Lou?

"Sin-Lu, let me take that head thing off"

Saying it in the usual voice, Giza-Lou put his hand down under Sin-Lou's throat.

Remove the leather clasp cleverly and slowly lift the silver helmet.

The helmet moved into the hands of Giza-Lou, and Lara-Lou cheeked on Sin-Lou's cheek.

"Hmm. It's definitely a lot heavier stuff"

After a while, Giza-Lou picked up the face of Gay Malus, who had fallen under his feet.

After all, it seems that the only metal on it was the surface, which has almost been broken into two pieces. but if you think it was a slaughter carried out in the same action as playing a sword or shield, it's still an extraordinary force.

In the meantime, a large number of people were finally running over under Gay Malos as well. They are not nobles, such as men dressed in small names or white long clothes.

"Lara, that'll be enough. Sin-Lu, can you stand?

"Yes," said Sin-Lu, cursorily awake.

It was a more robotic way of moving than before. I keep remembering Lolo, the knight king of "The Seat of the Gamleys".

"... I see. You know what?"

Giza-Lou nods "um" to the twinkle of Ai-Fa.

And Giza-Lou looked back at the building.

"I want to ask Marquis Marquis Marstein! The two seem to be wrapped up in completely different armor, but what reason exists for this?

"I wonder what different armor means"

One of the shadows floating in the window responds with a serene voice.

"It seems that what the gay maroons were entangled with was iron on the leather, and that what Sin-Lu was entangled with was armor made of iron even within it. Now that we can hardly move properly, it seems that Sin-Lu put all his strength into the first machete."

"... Somebody, check out Ziza-Lou's words"

In response to Malstein's voice, an old man with a white cape approaches. There was no more majesty than just now, and it seemed to have become foggy.

The old man crawls his fingers on Sin-Lu's armor, slaps him with the back of his hand, and then turns his blue face toward the building.

"This... looks like sheet metal armor wrapped around the knight of Totos. How the hell did something like this happen in a swordsmanship trial..."

"I know the phase. Giza-Lou, I wonder if you could come back here with Sin-Lou."

When Giza-Lou entrusted the helmet of his hand to Ai-Fa, he lent Sin-Lu his shoulder and followed the word in a manner that would lift him half. Along with Lara-Luu, who is rinsing his nose, I'll go after him, too.

Malstein stood with his hands on the window canopy like the rest of us did earlier.

Receiving Ai-Fa's offered helmet and facial armor, Malstein nods with a solemn face of "um".

"This is certainly a knight's helmet.... The Knight of Totos also wears iron armor all over his body so he doesn't have to walk on the ground. Little gear is needed in peaceful Genos, but some of it is prepared because sometimes it is brought up at a wedding ceremony."

"So it's not something you should use in a swordsmanship trial, then, is it?

"Whatever. It will be the armor for the game that this gay maros was wearing. If you're wearing sheet metal armor or something, you'll run out of strength just by walking."

Malstein looked back slowly indoors.

"I had entrusted everything to the Earl Saturas family regarding today's trial. I should have left it up to you to prepare your gear, but what the hell is this all about?

All gaze focused on Leeheim.

Leeheim is rushing his gaze away in the middle of the room.

"Well... such things are the work of the lowest names and servants, so even if you ask yourself..."

"Then it is something you do not know."

"Also, of course!

"That's a wild thing to do."

Malstein laughed softly and looked up to Melfried's long standing instead.

"Then we must thoroughly pursue what kind of plan this was. Melfrid, find that fool with the prestige of the Kingsguard."

"I appreciate that."

Leeheim was biting his thumbnails as he was sweating.

Is it possible that he's irrelevant in this situation? Whether you offered the Forestside hunter a previous match or chose your uncle for that opponent, it's all Leaheim's business. Jiza-Lou and others watched Leeheim's blue face with their eyes as narrow as thread.

"Whatever it is, this is nothing more than an act that tramples Selva's will. In the name of the Marquis de Genos, let this sin and shame be done.... Would you believe these words, Giza-Lou?

"I want to believe, I think. Even Donda-Lou, my father and head of Lou's family, would answer that."

"Then we'll just live up to that trust later.... Somebody, give Sin-Lu a replacement!

One of the lowest surnames that was gathering under Gay Malos rushes up to us. After watching it, Giza-Lou saw Malstein again.

"I would like to be accompanied by one of the hunters waiting outside the door, may I have your forgiveness?

Since it was a "no matter" reply, Gillan-Lillin was to be invited from outside the room.

Plus Lara-Luu begs his brother for permission to accompany him, and three forestside people walk away from the stage. So we finally got back inside the room, too.

"No, it was a squeaky match! There seems to have been some mistake, but didn't that reveal the extra power of hunters by the woods?"

It was a few members of the mission who raised their voices as such.

He still laughs swallowingly as he raises the caron meat stabbed with silver skewers.

"I didn't know you could retreat the famous Lord Gaymaros under one blow! Besides, he still seemed to be a young man who left the boy in the shadow, and no, I'm sorry."

"Uhm. A hundred swordsmen would have done all they could where they rose to the stage. Because he was wearing a knight's armor."

Malstein has also hidden his heart with a gentle smile.

But the people of Banaam don't seem to see things so heavily. The swallowing was a kind of salvation for us too.

The ladies who were screaming of fear have now spoken, and the cooks have filled their appetites with strange faces. but at least the nobles of Genos - especially Polearths and Tolstoys - were whispering about something with a tight face.

The killer is still unidentifiable, but officials from Castle Town tried to trap the people by the woods. At a time when the evil deeds of Count Turan's house were being uncovered and he was finally regaining his normal relationship with the people by the woods, someone in Castle Town worked an uncanny imitation. This was supposed to be an event I could never have seen before.

(Is Leeheim that bad of a head? Or - are you taka that you, the successor to the Earl Saturas family, are not supposed to be convicted of anything like this?

Those Doug's rapists, Digola, the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, and Mayros, the diplomat, were also really shallow little villains. If I stood around better, I would have never exposed my sins, but I was supposed to dig a grave because I was insulting the people by the woods and Malstein.

(Even Malstein shouldn't want to buy the opposition of the forest people here. But how much punishment can I give you for all this nonsense... hopefully it won't be any trouble)

When I was sinking into such a thought, I was called "Asta" by my pretense.

Looking back, it was Alishna who stood there.

"Oh, what's wrong, Arishna?

"Yes, Asta, I wanted to say hello, so, Lord Genos, forgive me"

Seen, the nobles seemed to revert to the superficial tranquillity and rejoice.

Dressed in a brilliant long coat worthy of the status of astrologer, Alishna gives a bowl of grace with a very graceful trick.

"The food today, it was wonderful. Me, all Asta's cooking, I ate it."

"Haha. That's frightening."

"It was the first dish, especially delicious. Me, Chaska, I don't know much, but buckwheat, I love it.... buckwheat, eating with Him, is that weird?

"Oh, that's what I ate in my hometown. In that case, a dish called udon with white fuwano might suit you better. … and should the curry be divided by the stock and finished like juice"

"... like a dream, looks delicious"

With a completely indispensable faceless look, Alishna snapped quietly.

There you go, "Hey!" and new figures also come by.

"Don't let yourself get out of this! I wanted to talk to Asta, too!

It is a dial in a blue dress with silver ornaments on dark, still short hair. That dial, which had always had a puzzling look on its face, made me laugh at Arishna all the time after she glanced at her side.

"Asta, it's a hiccup, huh? I have to get forgiveness to say hello to Asta when it's Castle Town. Not at all."

"Deal looks good, too. I wonder how our food went?

"It was so delicious! I wonder if it would have been best if I had fried that giva meat with mammalian vinegar or something. [M]... Oh, and your food was so delicious you couldn't beat it, huh?

And Dial turned to Raina-Lou and the others.

"That Vulcan cook said something about it, but he said he didn't care! If I were you, I'd want to eat it every day. I think we can go to Inn Town again after Easter, so why don't you say hi then?

"Yes, thank you"

Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou bowed their heads a lot in a faceted manner.

After seeing it satisfactorily, Deal flirts with Arishna again.

"Speaking of which, you make Asta's food come to Castle Town every day. Isn't that a bad idea?

"Every day, no. Bullshit, only when you sell it."

"Still sloppy! I'd love to have Asta and the others cook."

I laugh unexpectedly at the dill that puffs my cheeks off.

No matter how dressed your lady was, this is the kind of energetic dial I still liked.

"Sounds like you two are a lot closer together. Has friendship sprouted since that tea party?

"Why should I be friends with the Sims?" It's just that when I try to be a nobleman of Genos, I feel like I'm in the same position, and sometimes even at dinner parties like this, I end up looking at each other. "

"I, the people of Jagal, have no feelings of hatred. … noisy, but I don't like it"

"Hmm! I hate the doll-faced ones like you, too. Yikes!

Arishna's eyes, as quiet as a lake at night, and Dial's eyes glistening as raw emerald, hit her gaze from the front.

But, well, if you think of the daughters of Sim and Jagal, the enemies of uncluttered heaven, it was a smiling sight killing battle.

"... so what the hell are you guys getting close to?

And now I've even joined Ai-Fa.

Dial looks back, "Uh, it's you," and breaks his face again.

"What are you doing, I'm here to say hello? I haven't seen Asta in a long time."

"Right. But are you guests invited by the nobles? It doesn't seem appropriate to talk to Asta in such a close way."

"What? That's why you wanted a chance to take your seat off like this! Don't be so hard on me."

"... I don't care about you."

and Ai-Fa's eyes were turned from Dial to Arishna.

Alishna tilts her little neck with no expression.

"Do you, me, hate?

"... I didn't even say I hated you."

Ai-Fa had a very complicated look.

So I was able to detect the concerns I had with Ai-Fa.

"Ai-Fa, Alishna's fine. He said there's nothing to worry about."

I'm sure I'm concerned about Niya the other day.

An old man named Lilanos from the fortune hut broke me down with one eye as a 'people without stars', and Niya, who told me about it, was going to make me listen to the song 'White Sage Misha', that one thing.

So, this Arishna had accidentally divulged the phrase, 'The home of a people without stars does not exist in this world', similarly discerning who I am.

But then Alishna apologized to us that her actions were frivolous. It was just in this same building, and Ai-Fa was present.

"... I don't like star reading or anything in the first place."

"Really?" Arishna nodded small as Ai-Fa abandoned her in a low voice.

"I feel the same way. My grandfather, because of his ability to read the stars, he was chased home. … but I, the living, the power of star reading, have to use it"

…………

"But it's me, the power of star reading, business. Asta, unless you wish, reading the stars, nothing. … apologize again and again if you are angry at me for what you once said"

That being said, when Arishna tried to bow her head, Ai-Fa pressed "no".

"I'm not going to blame you again and again for the same mistake. But I can't believe that word because I don't know you very well."

"Well, you can't really trust the Sims."

And Dial, who knows nothing of the circumstances, said in a flamboyant manner.

"That's also, guys, not as expressionless as its face. Why don't you show me one of your smiles if you want to see it with someone else?

"... emotions, put them on the table. It's embarrassing."

"Hmm. So we're all shameless."

"If you're not Sim's child, you won't be a disgrace. … but I will try to be trustworthy and gain"

While I was exchanging those words, my surnames brought in a new plate again.

When did the dinner party come to an end, and finally, sweet treats began to be served again?

"Wow, if it's on you, you're running out of time to talk slowly!... You know, Asta, there was actually something I wanted to tell you in a hurry."

"What is it?

"Yeah, I was talking about the game earlier. You said something about a knight's armor? I think it was the swordsman who beat the people by the woods."

I was supposed to take a breath with Ai-Fa.

"Duh, why? Is this some kind of proven story?

"I get in trouble when they say proof. Me, when that armor was brought into the hall, it just plagued the courtyard. Then I heard him talking about his last name and his squire. Keep this luggage in a locked room until the hunters from the woods arrive. It's Gay Malos' special mission, something like that."

I accidentally searched for Leeheim.

Leeheim is in the corner of the room, whilst not trying to exchange words with anyone, wearing a grubby and fruit liquor. The figure somehow made me look unreliable like a lost child.

Maybe he's innocent, just showing you where your uncle is going? If he's innocent, the only suspect left is about Gay Malos himself.

"Deal, that's a very important story... for example, if the interrogation is to take place, is it a certain enough story to be a solid witness?

"Uh, is that such an exaggeration? I think it's going to be okay. I'm not the only one asking."

"Oh, was there anyone else with you?

"Yeah, Larvis was with me. And then there's Leflaia and your Sims."

It would not be the Sims, but Sanjula, born between the west and the east.

Surprised in front of us, Deal is smiling.

"Refraia can hardly be forgiven for being face-to-face with other aristocrats, but I'm just a merchant, so Tolsto is forgiving too. That's why we were walking in the courtyard together.... So when I heard it during the day, I was wondering what you were doing - but now I'm finally convinced. That's why I thought I'd tell these Astas before I tell them about Melfried and the other noblemen."

"Thank you, Dial. That is truly, truly appreciated information."

If Leeheim was the mastermind, it could also develop into a difficult rub with the nobles, but if it was the mastery of Gaymaros personally, it would also be a bit more convenient to converge. And then there's nothing else to expect from Malstein and the others' extraction.

"Then can you tell that story to Melfried again? We'll tell the chieftaincy people."

"Yeah, okay -... we helped Asta."

That's what I said, Dial smiled like an angel.

"I wouldn't be able to write off my crimes or those of Lefreia's, but I'd be happy to help the people of the woods at all."

"Huh? Dial still cared about that?

"That's a good idea. Asta and the others don't care too much."

And Dial flinched with the same smile on his face.

"See you then! Because when Easter is over, I'm definitely going to the lodging town to visit!

Alishna, who dropped it off, also bows her head deeply.

"So, me, I'm going back. … I would also like to redeem my sins, one day"

"No, I exaggerate that it's a sin, Arishna"

"It's okay. Me, Astas, I want to tie the right edge."

So Arishna walked away again, and only the people by the woods were left there.

"... more than that, I don't know if those men will reveal their aristocratic mastery. Thanks also to Asta's spinning edge."

"It's not just me, it's the fringe that the forest people have been spinning, right? Especially Refraia."

"But aren't you the only two girls spinning the edge?"

After turning his back, Ai-Fa will follow me sideways.

"... I also know I'm going to spin all the edges with the women because I'm doing my job by the woods. But you seem to be connected to all the young women in town."

"That won't happen. All the owners of the inn are men, and the owners of the pots, the bookstores and the assemblers - hey, listen to me!

Ai-Fa was a supple foothold, pulling him closer to the Giza-Lou's.

You don't know much about the situation. Rayna-Lew said, "What's wrong?" He asks.

"No, it's nothing.... You had a meaningful day, didn't you?

"Yes, it was a day when I was reminded of different things"

As the Deals have left, Sheila-Lou and Tour-Din are also approaching us. Yun-Sudra was alone, but everyone else Kamadu was a serious face.

"Asta, when the town festival is over, will you be able to do the cooking guides again in Luu's settlement?

"Yeah? Oh, sure. You'll be relieved of what you're doing."

"Thank you. … and will we also be accompanied by something called the inquisitiveness of new ingredients?

"Well, yes. Varcus' mouth was going to make me try something again."

"Thank you. … as long as I am ashamed that everything has not come to pass, thank you in the future"

I became Rayna-Lew, and everyone kept their heads down on me.

While I wonder how greedy I am, speaking of which, I recall that I have also been greedily called out by Ai-Fa, and I keep my mouth shut.

"Nice to meet you.... but Easter isn't over yet. Let's get through the remaining three days safely first."

The energetic voice of "yes" came back.

That was how the 28th of the purple moon, filled with all sorts of unrest, finally came to an end.