Legend

"Ha, ha, ha..."

As the sunset light plunged in, Rhodos was falling to the ground in large letters to hold his breath.

Watching Rodos sighing near it is not Bratta...... but the first person to meet Rodos.

Most of all, I guess that's the same over there. No, if you think of it in parentheses called Ninglo 1st Prince, you can say that Rhodos is a newcomer only for what he has participated in later.

"What's wrong, you're out of breath already? That's how well you won the main fight of the tournament."

"Hey, I don't know how many hours I've been through a mock fight... I think I've been playing"

Rhodos manages to catch his breath while talking, but the person… A woman of late 20s to early 30s, about 10 years older than Rhodos, breaks the word with a blurry tone.

"I don't know. In the first place, the only thing Bratta asked me to do was play mock wars with you."

"Mock fight... is that it!?

Rhodos screaming in unintentional ways.

But I guess that's natural too. There are several bruising marks on Rhodos' body, probably because it's supposed to be worse under his armor and clothes.

But the woman naturally just nods and opens her mouth to such rhodos words.

"Naturally. If it was meant to be, it would be the right thing to do to improve your skill, but if you imitate it like that, you would get hurt. Now it's more than just having to save a little bit of potion."

Rodos, who was listening to the woman's words, reacts picklessly to its content and asks in the guise of casuality.

"Why do you need to save potion? As far as I'm concerned, I'd like you to work out a little bit, so let me use the potion if I can. No, isn't it awful not to let them use the potion in this situation before then?

"Hmm, to that extent...... that's what you say in a state that can't even be called injury. I don't see how you've ever been spoiled."

"... so you're not gonna let me use the potion?

"Yes."

To that word, which he tells lightly, Rodos tilts his neck even with a disgruntled look on his face.

"In the first place, you mean the 1st prince can afford money or something, right? Why do you need to save so much money? I used it this morning."

"According to information that came in a few hours ago, someone is making a disturbing move. I guess you're thinking about when you crush that and earn points. I'm here instead of Bratta, and that's how it works."

"... what am I supposed to say, can I say it that way to the person I'm serving? Aren't you going to be punished for being disrespectful or something?

In those words of Rhodos, the woman snorts and grins.

"His Highness Kabazid is not that narrow.... than that, is your breath ready? We haven't completely sunset yet, so we're going to continue training a little bit more."

That's what I told you, a woman pointing the cutting-edge of a longsword for mock warfare at Rodos.

As for Rhodos, who is finally just getting his breath ready, he rushes to open his mouth to want some more time to recover his health.

"Ma, wait.... In the first place, I don't even know your name yet. I'm glad you're training, but at least tell me your name or so!

Yes, Rhodos doesn't even know the name of the woman who slapped herself all over the place.

I was supposed to train with Bratta, but the woman in front of me quickly became an understudy because something was done.

That's how I met Rodos face-to-face and then did a mock fight without introducing myself... the result was what Rodos is in today.

To such a desperate cry of Rhodos, the woman tilts her neck and nods as she is convinced.

"If I said so, did I? My name is Perfir. Regards."

"Ah, oh. As you may know, I'm Rhodos."

"Right. Okay, then, Rodos. We're done introducing ourselves to each other..."

Let's get started.

Yes, where Perfir tried to get out of his mouth, he abruptly stopped his words and turned his gaze towards the entrance and exit of the training ground.

There's one soldier there, our own... heading toward Perfir to be exact.

"Dear Perfir, please report."

"What?"

"Well, if you can, just Master Perfir..."

The sight of the soldier who tells him so was directed at Rodos, and he seemed worried that he could let this man talk to him.

(Can't help it, can you?)

Rhodos whines in his heart about what appears to be a soldier of the 1st prince.

I just became one of them in the first place... and even more an adventurer who belonged to the kingdom of Mireana, which is hostile to the Bestian Empire. I'd rather not be suspicious.

That's what I thought, Rhodos, but Perfir opens his mouth saying that it doesn't matter.

"Rhodos became one of us, bent over. With that in mind, I don't mind talking about it unless it's an overly sensitive story.... Could it be a sensitive story?

"No, that... that's not it"

The soldier shook his head lightly to Perfir, who asked just in case.

"Then I don't mind."

"... ok"

The soldier opens his mouth, even as he hesitates for a moment for Perfir's words.

"There's been a disturbance in the arena."

To that word, Rhodos' body moves pickly.

What noise means...... who woke it up because I was listening in the morning.

(Ray...... what happened?

He whines inside, concentrating his consciousness in order not to miss a word of information spoken from the soldiers' mouths, but thus Rhodos was unaware that Perfir's gaze was directed at him.

"It caused the commotion... or it was Ray the Deep Red who was attacked. Raiders are any of the tissues behind them… because brainwashed personnel were used, it's probably the work of the soul bell"

"... them"

To the words of the soldier, Perfir takes his gaze off Rodos and groans abominably.

If you make yourself a Perfir who recognizes himself as a knight, the people behind it, such as assassins and assassins, will be hard to acknowledge.

"Probably, but no doubt about it"

"So, what's the deep red?

"Naturally, I'm safe. Ning Lo, you're capturing the person who attacked you. The captured personnel have been handed over from the Arena Operations Committee to the Guard and are currently in quarantine."

"Hmm. The one who turned into a doll has been captured, and yet you remain conscious? For a soul-quenching bell, it's a stepping stone."

What is floating in Perfir's mouth whining is a grin.

Soul quenching bells and deep red. I wouldn't really like either of them if I tried to be a perfeel, but if they still asked me which was preferable, I'd say unmatched deep red as a smallworker.

Next to Perfir, who grins like that, Rhodos exhales in relief.

"I'm glad your enemy is safe."

"That's about what I expected. It's that ray in the first place, isn't it? I didn't think anyone who fought my father and won would do anything about it."

Hmm, head to Rhodos, who squeals his nose, and Perfir goes on to make fun of him somewhere.

"You seem relieved for that, though?

"That's because... yeah, they're gonna have trouble getting hit before I knock them out."

"Hmm, let's do that"

Rodos frowns slightly at the words that your insides are prospective, but Perfir glances ahead at the soldier who brings the report without looking concerned about it.

"We have received life from this one that we don't need to move in particular. So I was wondering if Perfir needed to be particularly concerned at the moment."

"Right. That would be a shame."

Rhodos, who was listening to Perfir and the soldiers, accidentally opens his mouth.

"Too bad?"

"Oh. Maybe it was a good opportunity to face that deep red. The man who wiped out the Bestian Imperial Army with almost one force alone in the spring war and decided to win or lose. Wouldn't it be surprising if you wanted to meet someone like that?

"... I tell you, I'm the one who fights him"

I'm here to fight Ray and to gain the strength to fight, so I can never tolerate imitations that get scratched from the side.

Pelfiel flaunts his shoulder small to Rhodos, who turns such a gaze.

"I know. Even I don't want to fight deep red. I just want to see you once.... Then it looks like you've recovered enough strength. If you want to fight Deep Red, you're still running out of power. Let's continue our training to gain that strength."

With a long sword for mock warfare in his hand, Perfir tells him so with a pleasant grin on his mouth.

"... I get it."

Even for Rodos, if Ray's name is given, he can't possibly cry in his mouth, and he also stands up with a long sword for mock warfare in his hand.

The soldier, who brings the news of Ray's raid, turns a slight pitiful glance at Rhodos while immediately bowing his head and leaving.

If we stay here, we could get caught up in Perfir's training. That's what I know.

Reasonable among the 1st Prince, subordinate and fellowship, yet not a shred of cloudiness in loyalty toward Kabazid.

I could say it was ideal as a companion like that, Perfir, but the only thing I liked about that training wasn't liked.

Whether you train yourself or not, you invite others to your own training. Besides, among the 1st prince factions, Bratta is no less powerful than he is, and if he is accompanied by that training, he is sure to see hell.

… but the training is highly effective for that matter.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"What's up, sweet, sweet! Instead of beating Deep Red for that, don't you even lose to soldiers around there!?

Soldiers followed the scene as they heard such screams on their backs.

"Ha, ha, ha.... Damn, that bitch. Don't you know what additions and subtractions are?"

Rodos is the only person left on this scene already, and about five minutes after Perfir leaves, he finally breathes and rises on the spot.

Rodos, who was eventually forced into a mock fight by the time he stopped standing on his ankles as well, sighs after making sure no one was around him.

(Disturbing move to the point where restrictions on the use of potions were applied… I don't care what you think, the Third Prince was moving. I've got a few days left, but it hurts to be known here. Whatever, I need to let you know about this...)

Whatever you need to let them know, the biggest problem would be that you don't know where the person to let them know is.

I met Cuken in the morning, but only because I came to see him from the other side that I did, and there is no way to get in contact with him from Rhodos.

(Cuken said, I hope I can make contact with the lurking opponent of the Third Prince)

Exhale and head straight for the room being given.

Even if it's getting cooler in the fall, if you're moving around hard for hours, you scratch sweat hard.

To start off with that sweat, Rhodos started walking...

"Um, please use this"

At some point a maid who was a little far away hands the cloth she had in her hand to Rhodos.

"Oh? Thanks. Just wanted to wipe my sweat...... Huh!?

The reason I accidentally breathed halfway through the words was the dagger that the maid of honor had under the cloth.

You can't be wrong. It's the same thing that Cuken had.

I mean...

"Was!?

"Please be quiet"

3rd prince pie. The maid stops him sharply to Rhodos, who tried to speak unexpectedly.

I have confirmed that there are no surveillance personnel close enough to hear the story, but it is not necessarily because there are no people who are so calm that the maid is still not able to sense it.

"I have information that Deep Red has been attacked and repelled as per your information."

"Ah, oh. No. I've already heard about that."

"Apparently so."

I guess I understood that even for a maid. It doesn't look particularly unfortunate, spinning pale words.

"So, do you have any new information there?

Perhaps that was the fate. That's how Rodos understood it, smiling bitterly for a moment and quickly turning into a serious look.

Wipe your face with a cloth as you go, and talk about the information Pelfield tells you.

"Be careful. Apparently the 1st Prince is grasping some movement. I didn't explicitly say anything about the Third Prince, but I see a verse that I'm sure there will be a big commotion in the near future. I wonder where restrictions are placed on the use of potions."

The information spoken from Rodos' mouth gives a small and surprising look as to whether it was unexpected even for the maid.

"That's... a little early, isn't it? The movement over there would have been better if it had been slow..."

"I guess. And what about a female knight named Perfir?

"Yes, I have information about you, as I am an arm's length opponent among the 1st Prince"

Resting his body that way and wiping his sweat with a cloth, Rodos proceeds to exchange information with the maid.

... but from the side, this sight would only have looked like the encounter between Rodos and the maid.