Master of the brave.

Winn walked fluttering down the boulevard after he broke up with Leticia, and when he realized it, he walked up to the 'Migratory Bird Inn' pavilion.

When I knock on the door, I'm still having a rough day with my guests about hooking up a cup on my way home from work.

"Welcome...... that? Mr. Wynn."

Seri came out of the kitchen.

"Evening."

"Is it dinner?

"Yeah. Somehow, my leg turned this way."

I used to eat here in the morning too, and Wynn grinned in embarrassment scratching his head.

There, Randell came out of the kitchen.

"Hey, is Winn here too? What's wrong with you tonight? That's just great, Celi."

"Huh? Huh?

"What did you say was just fine?

"I'm just teaching Celi how to cook right now, so give it a try."

"Mr. Randell!

"Oh, that's good. If I were you, I'd eat."

What Ceri was making was a stew made with chicken meat.

It is a stew with meat in it, albeit a prototype.

A treat.

Celi's gaze had come and gone with the stew and Wynn's face served in a deep dish by Randell.

Like I want you to eat, like you don't.

That kind of grid can be seen in Celi's eyes.

"Well, I'll have it"

When I shrug the stew with a wooden spoon, I throw it in my mouth and chew.

Seri stared at the condition.

"Yeah, yummy!

Save the chicken floating on the stew and chew it in your mouth, the taste of the meat spreads in your mouth.

When I swallowed the meat, nature and Winn's face broke to the effect.

Celli stroking down her ho chest.

"Good for you. If the person who ate it told me it was delicious, I would have made it."

Said Randell when he saw Win eating it looking delicious and Celli looking happy at it.

The meat and vegetables were simmered well enough to swing.

I also chew the bread I ordered separately from the stew.

"I knew I wanted a good cook girl for my wife"

"Right......"

"Winn, how about Celi? Maybe it's just right for my wife, huh?

"Buh!

"Chi, chi, hey, what are you talking about!

To Randell's words, Wynn was eating bread that went down his throat.

Celi also gets upset and raises her voice.

"Mr. Wu, Wu and Wynn have Mr. Letty, don't they!

"Oh, well, it sure is,"

Geho Geho and Wynn are fiercely upset.

Celli was disturbed by a thin cloth wrapped around her head in severe agitation, and her long ears were popping out a little.

The tip is slightly red.

Randell looked at the two of them funny.

(Because... Letty would obviously be the daughter of a nobleman. Is it possible that Winn and Letty will be tied?

I've seen Winn since I was a little girl.

Randell had a desire to make Winn happy, just like his two sons.

And I also know that Letty would be happiest to have Winn and Letty tied up for real because I know her better than she was at a young age again.

But Letty is obviously the daughter of a different world to live in.

I also think Winn might be happier to be married to a daughter like Seri.

Celi also has a bare gesture of favoring Winn.

Randall wrapped his arms around the two young men and broke up with them.

When I finished my meal and Winn was somehow helping me clean up back in the kitchen...

"Hey, is there a man in this inn named Wynn Bird?

I heard a loud voice calling Winn's name from the inn's dining room,

"Mr. Wynn."

It was not long after that voice came to call for Winn with a bewildered look.

"Mr. Wynn has a visitor."

"Who would that be? The Knights?

"I don't think he's a knight"

For a moment, Winn leaves the kitchen to the dining room, and the gaze of the guests gathers at the entrance to the dining room.

"Hey, here we go. It wasn't the" Migratory Bird Stop Tree "pavilion, it was the" Migratory Bird Inn Tree "pavilion, was it? Running around the Empire ruined the day."

He wore a jacket that was used to look like a borough cloth, wore thick cloth trousers that looked sturdy, and was a long man in a traveling costume wearing heavy leather shoes.

From mouth to nose, hide with a fur collar roll to prevent inhalation of dirt and dust, and the golden hair, which is caused by a long journey or slightly reddish, is desolate to stretch all you want, the only condition that almost conceals the exposed eyes.

In short, it's like I don't know who the person is.

"Win Bird is about me, but who is it?

"Heh, you?

The man looked closely at Winn, who came forward by name, from the heavenly edge of his head to his toes.

"I see... the signs are normal"

"Have we met somewhere?

I don't know anyone close to visiting Winn until I make a long journey.

If that's possible, the adventurous people who were in and out of their boyhood, but as far as hearing voices is concerned, I don't know.

From the sound of his voice, he was still a man who felt young.

"No, it's my first meeting. Listen to you from a little acquaintance. [M] I wanted to see you once."

"An acquaintance?"

"That's what I am. My real name is a mess... but call me Lowe"

I guess he was going to whine small in the first half, but he sounded solid.

(Fake name, right, this)

Winn thought so, but nods back.

"Right, well, you're the winner. By the way, is this inn empty? Can I stay? You want to keep sweating for now, don't you? If you have a room, you want hot water. And get us some more meals."

Rowe talked all at once as he walked over to see Randell as the master of this inn.

"The room would be empty. I can get you some water, but I'll pay you in advance."

Hannah answers Lowe, who was watching where she was pulling a little.

"Right. That'll help."

When Lowe said so, he tried to chase after Hannah, who urged him to come to the inn counter, but stopped.

"Yes, yes. Wynn, I heard you live in this inn, and you still do?

"I live in a dorm at the Knights School now."

"Oh, I knew it. Looks like he came out of the back of the kitchen, but he didn't seem like an employee somehow..."

Lowe scratched his bold and bumpy hair.

"Hey you, stop scratching your head because the dust falls off! Why don't you just take a bath?

"Yesterday, I let you use the water at the house I took care of... well, sorry"

Lowe honestly errs on Hannah's complaint and gives her chin a mustache.

"So, can't we get some time tomorrow or something? Actually, I need to ask you a favor before someone I know finds me."

"What do you want from me?

"Yes, yes. I want you to fight me."

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The next morning.

Rowe, who revealed the night at the "Migratory Bird Inn" pavilion, was quickly visiting the school when he heard that Wynn was living in a dorm at the Knights School.

It is still the early morning of the morning.

"Hey, who are you? It's off-limits from here on out... this! Ha, and excuse me!

"No, no, thank you for working. Keep it a secret about me. Please? Ah, this is the famous Knights Schools of Simulug in Remulsil..."

Lowe, who saw him as a suspicious man and poked at his spear and raised no voice whatsoever to the guard of the main entrance of the Knights School, showed some small pieces of paper, looked up at its enormous main entrance and raised an exclamation.

"I never got out of the Imperial Palace when I came here, so you could only see it from afar. Sure, you're using the ruins of the former Imperial Palace as a school?

"Yes, it is. There are also various other facilities such as the headquarters of the Knights. And by the way..."

"Hmm? What?

"Oh, may I have your hand shaken?

"Yeah, that would be good."

"Thank you! Oh, and this will be the pass. Please indicate when visiting each facility."

"Thanks"

A palm-sized wooden plaque stamped with a permit sticks into his pants concealment and holds the hand offered by the guard standing at the gatekeeper.

"Oh, I won't wash these hands again for the rest of my life..."

And, to the whining guard, Lowe waved gently to do it and dived down the gate.

It's not as popular as a path stretching through the gates.

That should be it, too.

It's still quite early at the time when the church wake bell rings.

Like the people who live in the city, it's still time for many to fall asleep.

In silence, only the footsteps of Lowe walking down the path where he lays cobblestones sound.

Several buildings were visible as black shadows from between planted trees on the site.

"Hmmm... think about it, Wynn, I don't know which building you live in"

I heard Wynn was working out alone early in the morning, so I came out early in the morning to cavalry school, but I hadn't heard where he was at the heart.

"Sometimes I ask the guy at the gatekeeper earlier, but I'm going to ask him now. I don't know what he's talking about..."

I was walking in arms and thinking,

"Whoa?"

Slightly, Lowe felt the air really slightly changed.

"This way?

A slight sign that almost equals a survey.

I have so far relied on this inquiry to survive.

Therefore, Lowe believes in the idea and proceeds towards you.

And in no time...

"Oh? There he is."

Lowe found who he was looking for.

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"Heh, not quite..."

Pinned air so much that it also suppresses the sound of Lowe whining.

Rowe has seen many battlefields and the archeology of various knights so far, but the figure of Wynn waving his sword in front of him haunted an unusual air.

I don't even have an impatient look on my face.

Instead, I would say that the expression is calm.

- At present, a considerable distance is open from where Lowe stands to where Wynn is.

But Rowe can't step forward any more.

Signs of Winn releasing were getting in the way of it.

(I want to try...!

Rowe trembles.

So much so that I accidentally stopped walking.

I've heard stories, but there's certainly just something that people who admit they respect.

(I won't lose first if it stays that way, but I'd like to see the bottom of it)

My instinct as a swordsman speaks to Lowe.

And - Rowe took a step, to get closer to Winn.

"- Huh!?

Winn stopped his sword-wielding hand and looked at Lowe.

"Yo."

"Lowe......?

Winn had a surprise look on Lowe as he approached him with his hands up.

"Awesome. Me, I was pretty much suppressing the signs..."

I guess where Lowe was stopping his leg was the critical boundary where Winn could feel the signs.

So to speak, it is a juncture.

Winn noticed signs of Lowe as he stepped over there and broke in.

Regardless - as for Lowe, you could have gotten even closer if you had killed the signs in full, but there's no point in doing that on this occasion.

"Good morning, Mr. Rowe. But this is off-limits, right?

"I'm in there with proper clearance."

While greeting him, Rowe flickered his right hand toward Wynn, who was somewhere with an alert look on his face.

"Told you? He said he knew someone in this country. He's a little great here."

"... yes, what is it"

Indeed, because the Knights School was originally the Imperial Palace, the outer walls are also very sturdy and tall and do not allow easy intrusion.

It hasn't even made a scene, and I guess it really came in dignified from the front.

"So, what can I do for you to get to Knights School?

"I think I told you yesterday, I want to compete with you"

"A battle?

"Yes, I was hoping to fight you once before someone I know could find me. I don't know who you are! They were listening."

"Uh..."

Winn scratches her cheeks poly,

"I'm not that big of a deal, am I? I can't even use magic, so I'm not a Knights or that strong..."

"Sounds like. But, Winn, I've been letting you watch your workouts for a while now, but I still want to fight a battle as one swordsman. There's something to make you think so. Please, Mr. Winn."

"That being said..."

Winn got lost.

It will be a workout, and there is a strong desire to try to make arrangements.

Rowe would definitely be a first-rate swordsman.

I can tell from the waist.

Hair stays flabby and stretched.

The mustache remains intact.

The thick coat is not woven anymore because it is unwrapping the travel costume, but the shirt and trousers that have traveled together have become tired.

However, there is something elegant about Lowe standing in a natural way.

Perhaps he is a noble or a knight of name because he also knows the great men of the empire.

- I want to try to make arrangements.

I want to catch up with Leticia and gain experience fighting a slightly stronger opponent in order to line up on the side. But -!

"Do you care about your position? Did you become a SS squire for Her Royal Highness?

"-!? How could you do that?

That is information known only to those in the palace or to officials of the Knights.

No, information will leak from somewhere more than not being able to build a door in a person's mouth, but it's not information that travelers like Rowe can get.

"It's okay. I don't think you can blame me. Instead, you can brag about crossing swords with me. What?

Lowe meditates one eye as he slaps his big mouth when he can brag.

"Hey, please. You just have to do it once. If someone I know finds me, I don't know if I can let them compete seriously..."

"... ha, I get it. But it's annoying to compete here, and let's do it at the Nebu field."

"Yay! That's why I came all this way. It was worth it!

Winn laughs bitterly when he sees Lowe so happy he could hold his fist and dance.

Winn was also, in fact, a little hot and excited about his body.

Lowe is definitely a top swordsman.

I'd like to see how well my sword moves work for that guy.

Winn is also a swordsman at the same time as a knight.