Master of the brave.

"Nevertheless, we need to put the quasi-knights in the headcount until the cadets, or the Imperial Knights have also fallen"

"Not at all. Because of the idiots who joined Zaunas, we'll have an extra hard time and the Knights of other countries will laugh at us."

"It's wrong in the first place that civilians can be knights. It's thoughtful, too."

The advance party of the Imperial Knights, five hundred horsemen, who advanced through the Imperial Capital, had made good strides and had entered the area where even tomorrow a group of supposedly Petersian troops dressed as bandits in question would surrender.

When the sun went down and several tabernacles for camping were built in the open place, the knights were disappointed with food as they hung pots on the flaming fire. With the possibility of fighting starting tomorrow, the knights were in a short but drunken mood and interested in the Yotai discourse because there was also a morale boost aim, or if it was a small amount, they were allowed to drink.

Their topics ranged from those who were serious about the prospects of fighting the Petersian army to those who talked about alcohol, women and the student knights who are heterogeneous in them.

The knights talking about the student knights in it were still raising the wins, the civilian knights, as balls.

Sometimes many of the knights who were involved in the coup by General Zaunas were of civilian origin, and many of the advance party composed of knights of aristocratic and chivalrous origin had bad feelings for knights of civilian origin.

"Something's wrong with the vibe."

Lino flashed his face as he added firewood to the bonfire.

"Is it my fault?

Winn asks what's going on around him so he doesn't look obvious. I feel my gaze from earlier. It's not just an interest, it's a gaze that includes clearly derogatory intentions.

"No, it doesn't look like it's just Win. There seems to be some wind for me."

Though from a merchant with more power than a lousy aristocracy called the Marines, it seems sufficient for the knights who are turning their gaze and mockery to them to be of civilian origin.

"How much money did you pile up to get the knighthood? Those guys?"

"Forget it. Can you hear me?"

"Do you have any money? It'll just fit the number of people. And don't make a mistake. Those guys are quasi-knights. I'm not a knight."

"Well, if you let him stand with a spear, he'll look like he's only got a few."

"Speaking of which, were there any cavalier students who hadn't even been promoted to associate knights yet? The Knights of the Empire have lightened their crest."

It was obviously an attitude and volume that provoked this one.

"... those guys"

Rock tried to squeeze his fist and stand up - that was the wedge that was surrounding the fire with him.

"They're trying to get us to sell the fight."

"... oh, you, I could talk"

"Hey, what did you think about the wedge?"

Leno complained, not Wedge himself, about the rock, which accidentally raised a surprise.

Winn also looked round at the wedge.

A man who had no interaction at the Knights School, but when it came to being a squad with him, I started hearing his voice.

"Even that one, superior officer. They don't care. They're trying to provoke us into selling fights and dispose of us for treachery against our superiors. Best to ignore."

That's all I told you, Wedge meditated his eyes when he put his arms together and stopped moving as he did.

"Hey, what do you say, you're a surprisingly sinister voice. You..."

You were drained of poison, and Rock stared seriously at the side of the wedge illuminated by the lights of the fire.

The look of it, silent and no longer microscopic, seems to be an enlightened priest somewhere.

"But don't you know that those people are the masters of that brave Leticia?

"From what I've seen, aren't you from the chivalry or the lower nobility? Then you wouldn't even be called to the feast, and sometimes you don't know Winn's face"

Rock felt the upper echelons of the empire were shunning Winn, a civilian native, from getting a handle on it and gaining fame. Otherwise, there's no way we're still putting Winn aside as a cadet, despite the fact that he's handled that coup.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to vomit those words because I'm afraid of Master Leticia."

Be brave, Leticia the Duke's Lady. Even if she were a powerful aristocrat, her remarks are highly influential and the house could lean if she did poorly.

"As for the subject of complaining not only about Winn, but also about me as a civilian knight, I can be impressed by the consistent attitude."

The Marine family, Rock's home, is also a house with more power than a lousy aristocrat. If, based on his origins, he has such an attitude towards Rock, a quasi-knight of civilian origin, just like Wynn, it was in a way a major act.

Nevertheless, it was more likely that if we tried it on those who were scorned, it would not be convincing, and that we simply did not know the nature of the rock.

"Ahhh, that's not good..."

With a small voice as Leno lay her eyes down, she drew the attention of the three of them.

One knight walked up to the four of us who didn't come on the provocation.

"Hey, you guys!

I'm not sure about the footprint. Obviously I was drunk.

Apparently, he was layering his glass more than he was allowed to.

"You civilian knights are going to have a hard time with an authentic knight like us. Ahem? You know what, here."

"What, this guy..."

(Before you defeat the Civilian Knight, first correct the discipline of our great Orthodox Knights!

Rock's whining and inner voice would have been something common to the thought of the four.

"Zaunas, you civilian knights do stupid things, you know we're carrying wasted hardship?

What you're saying is lame. Apparently, he's pretty drunk going around.

The fellow knights who were with him were also quite drunk, stirring him up the other way instead of stopping him.

"Anyway, you knights from the civilian population, if you put your enemies in front of you, you'd fall to escape, wouldn't you? All right, I'll tell you what a real knight looks like."

A drunken knight pulling out his sword all the time.

"Chi, hey. Pulling out the sword is no longer a joke, is it? Private fights in the march violate military rules."

Lino said in a panic.

"It's class, class. You must be students, right? As a senior knight, you can tell a student who is keen to study to put on a sword archery."

"No, this is it. Pretty drunk."

Rock shook his head with a shuddered look.

"What do we do? Will it be an order from the superior officer for once? Is it bad if I don't obey?

Leno looked around to see if anyone had a knight to try to stop him, but although he looked at this one cursorily, there was nothing to try to stop him. Everyone encounters enemies even tomorrow and is excited about the fact that it could be a battle. He thinks it's rather a good boredom for them who don't get to sleep. But he probably thinks.

"Look, what's up? Stand up. I'm telling you I'll teach you. You want me to do it from that lady over there? Oh?"

"... this, drunk. I hope you don't mind."

Lino vomited viciousness with a small voice to such an extent that he did not sound like a drunken knight.

Lino and I are proud to be a quasi-knight, even if we are not righteous knights yet. If I get an unspoken insult, I get angry too.

The drunken knight and his companions had a slightly unpleasant grin, glittering the sword they had pulled out. A battle with them is unlikely to be avoided. The Wins, who so decided, had no choice but to take their swords and stand up.

Tensions grew between the Wins and the drunken knights and their companions...

Unexpectedly squeamish sword chi. The surroundings filled with silence in an instant.

"hey... this..."

Leno's little whine echoes around by the time he's unusual.

"What are you doing?

He smiled peacefully and Kelvin Ten Horsemen stood.

Never a strong tone but a quiet voice. I don't have my hands on the sword. However, unlike the harmless look of humans and animals, there was a strong swordsmanship emanating from their entire bodies.

"Aren't you a little too drunk? You should have had your orders to rest your body in preparation for tomorrow's march. Didn't the Knights School instructor teach you that getting some rest is also a task in preparation for the battle?

Nobody opens their mouth. Kelvin's - just the willingness of one Ten Horsemen to unleash - put barometric pressure on all those present here.

"If it means you want to practice your routine, take it from me, the superior officer in their place. You are superiors to your men. If you're invited, you can't say no."

Quietly telling her, Kelvin slowly stands in front of a drunken knight.

"Well, can I start with you?

Kelvin hasn't pulled out his sword yet.

But it didn't suit the young man in his mid-twenties, and Kelvin's calm waist created an atmosphere of warriors of war. The look on the face of the drunken knight and his companions, who have received that sword chi directly from the front, gives a frozen look, as the drunkenness awakened at once.

More than half of the knights around them who watched to make this noise into a dish of booze were also sitting back.

In it...

(Hmm?)

Kelvin was heartily admired.

Only two of Winn and Rock had changed their expressions among the orthodox knights exposed to ugliness by Kelvin's unleashed swordsmanship. Although we are both set up to move at any time, unlike the other knights, we have not made our bodies rigid.

Winn and Rock had dramatically increased their strengths because of their repeated pairings with Leticia. He has been exposed to the unusual Letician swordsmanship many times. It doesn't work in a few things.

"No, we... that... annoys the hands of the Ten Horsemen..."

Where did the prestige go to earlier? Drunk knights who are about to retreat while answering a lot.

"Hi. Sounds like alcohol is going too far? Would you like to enter the warehouse?

"No, thank you. Hey......"

"Hey, come on, let's go"

Shit and drunkenness awakened, sending their gaze to the knights returning to where they were, and Kelvin shook his head whenever he told them to do it.

"I think they were out of the aristocracy, but orbitless and violent. I don't think it's a knight's vessel."

In the second half he snapped with a whispering little voice, Kelvin exhaled one loud huff.

"Oh man, you say you're going out tomorrow, but you're fine. Mindful of the corner, we knights of ten or more horsemen set up tabernacles away. I understand how excited you are before the battle, but if you can't switch your emotions, you can't use your powers when you have to."

Without anyone else, Kelvin tells him, as if nothing had happened, that Kelvin walks under the four Wins.

He stood up and saluted the Ten Horsemen, both around him and in a deliberate manner.

Kelvin also sets his stance right in front of the four as he gives his answer.

"Tomorrow, we'll be on a scouting mission ahead of the squad. So it's Captain Lloyds' word that you should rest your body properly. That's good, right? Remember, it's a mission to rest when you can."