After stroking his head for a while, His Majesty laid eyes on my hipster's sword.

"That's the current (,) Leviathan, I see, you're really shrinking"

From the sire's mouth, it seems Leviathan shrunk as well as bought information.

That means that there are people in my mansion who deliver information to His Majesty, too.

Naturally.

It's Noah.

"Yes."

"Can we make that bigger again?

"What do you think...... what do you think?

Your Majesty's words would have been heard, but Leviathan didn't answer until I heard them straight.

I reported the reply to His Majesty as it stood, thinking you were an increasingly loyal dog.

"Apparently you can."

"Do it. Show me."

"Yes."

I pulled Leviathan out and stuck him on the ground.

Put your hands on the top of the pattern and remember to be big on Leviathan.

Then Leviathan grew gnarly.

From a length worthy of my flesh at the age of six, when I first met him, I returned to a length that was easy for adults to wiggle.

"Ooh..."

His Majesty was astonished to see the changes that had taken place in front of him.

"I see, it's certainly unheard of. And."

"You totally love Leviathan the Devil's Sword. I must say it's amazing considering the abominable history that has gone around about this."

Abominable history, huh?

Well, I know this guy's full of mad dogs, too.

At the party I was invited to by Third Chancellor Raydok, if I hadn't stopped him, I would have killed all the men who slapped him in the mouth for nothing, and if he did poorly, all the people on the spot.

I was convinced that if there were no one to stop Leviathan, "abominable history" would indeed be made from next to next.

"That's enough."

"Yes."

Nod, make Leviathan my exclusive size and put it back around my hips.

"It looks good too. Yes, I have to put a master on Noah."

"Are you a master?

"I'm a master of swordsmanship. You should get a move on waving the Devil's Sword. Cruises"

When His Majesty called, the belly-hearted eunuch revealed himself without sound as to where he had been until then.

"Would you like to call me?"

"Call Noble, now."

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Cruise took the order and left as it was.

I waited in the garden talking to His Majesty in public.

About twenty minutes later came a middle-aged man wrapped around the knight's armor.

The man kneels before his father.

"Damian Noble, I'm here."

"Um, well done. I need you to do something for me."

"Whatever."

"You know about Noah. I want you to teach him the sword."

"Ha, I'll do my best"

On orders, Damien stood up and turned to us.

I knelt before His Majesty, whereas I bowed my head to the extent of the meeting.

"My name is Damian Noble and I worship His Highness's guiding role. See you later."

"Noble is the most skilled man in the empire, a swordsman who is seen as having nothing in line with his sword."

"Joy."

That's how I gently bowed my head, Damien.

I'm not sure if I'm happy or not, I'm on top of the Buddha.

Your Grace didn't care if that was the usual thing.

"Encourage under Noble"

"Yes."

"Quickly, Your Highness. First let me make sure of the qualities."

Damien pulled out his hips sword and pointed his cut at me.

Was His Majesty just as surprised by this?

He's a kid who hasn't taught you anything yet.

"Don't worry, just look at the qualities, not the moves"

"Hmm."

His Majesty was perfectly convinced.

I thought it was that easy to convince you, but that's probably your trust in "the best in the empire".

"Hopefully they'll be slaughtered from anywhere"

"Okay."

I pulled Leviathan out, and Damien slashed me.

My slaughter swinging down from the top, Damien took the stand to take the sword horizontally.

Keane!

Immediately after a light metal sound.

"... eh"

Damian was stunned.

The sword I had until just now flew in the direction of the day after tomorrow, circled around, and pierced the ground.

My slaughter, unwrought down, wrapped up and twisted up as it was the moment I met with Damian's sword.

Damien let go of his sword when his wrists bent to those who shouldn't bend when he was caught sucking at each other and held them intact.

The sword flew as far away as the winding momentum.

Damien glanced at me, looking at his own sword pierced in the distance, looking up to heaven.

And at the end, turn to Your Majesty, on one knee.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I have nothing to teach His Highness."

"Explain what you're talking about so you can understand."

"His Highness's power and speed, they are all children's, but the sword's moves have already reached the realm of masters"

"The realm of masters?

"Earlier, he wrapped his sword up from me with only moves"

……

"It's my failure to teach."

"... oh"

Your Majesty was also a poker for a moment, no, for about ten seconds without swallowing the situation, but he looked happier than he had just done when he returned it to me.

"Right, right?"

"Ha."

"Right, haha. Isn't that what you're gonna do, Noah, that's amazing, Noah?"

"Ha. That's Your Majesty's son"

"Hahahahahaha!

His Majesty laughed with great joy, looking up to heaven.

"Fine, fine. Yes!"

His Majesty slapped his hand like he remembered something.

"Let Noah do this year's knight selection, the main selection officer"

"I thought you deserved it."

Damian was in tune with His Majesty.

Knight selection, that's an annual big event for the Empire.

It is now my empire when we speak of an empire on earth, and no one calls it so (,), but it is originally officially called the "Empire of Meeres".

Meares is an old word for warrior, which means "warrior country" by the Meares Empire.

Empires treasure samurai as a tradition, and only martial arts are even said to be the only way to make their birth with strength.

It is the annual knight selection that determines that.

A man who has won from all over the Empire fought death in the Imperial Capital, and those who have won are given the title of Knight to join the upper classes at once.

Tell that screener to do it to me.

I thought a little bit.

This is very, very convenient for me.

For whatever reason, a knight who wins to the end is the first job to be subordinate to the examiner then.

I'm in a corner of my sight, I saw a status that I don't usually care about.

――――――――――――

Name: Noah Alert

Ararat Empire, Prince XIII.

Gender: Male

Level: 1/∞

HPF Fire F

MP F Water E + SS

Force F + F wind F

Health F + F ground F

intelligence F light F

Spiritual F Dark F

Speed F

Dexterity F + F

Luck F + F

――――――――――――

For some reason it's not in any other human being, I'm the only "+" ability.

That depends on my men, the people on my territory, to be piled up.

I mean, I get stronger myself if I have strong men.

A knight selection officer is an order you don't even wish for.

I'll step forward and kneel down to Your Majesty.

"Thank you, I'll show you the honor of being a screening officer."

"Uhm. Then let's just decide on one quick thing. What choice does Noah make?"

Your Majesty's question. This is the right of the examiner again.

You make the last remaining person your subordinate, so you have the right to decide how to conduct your selection.

Leagues and tournaments, for example, have different human tendencies to survive to the end.

I thought about it a little bit.

There's nothing wrong with that, 'cause I want a stronger person.

"Just one."

"Um, tell me."

"Qualifying all over the Empire, all in the Imperial Capital. I want you to do it right in front of me."

"What? Why?"

"I don't want to miss my talent. I want to see everything with my own eyes and make up my mind"

Empires are big, big events like this can't be completely controlled at the local qualifying level.

It would be a shame if there was someone in there who deserved my men and they dropped me for something weird.

So I wanted to see it all with my own eyes.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh."

"Sire?"

"Your Majesty is."

Turning to His Majesty, who looks up to heaven and gives a tranced look, Damien gave an explanation.

"I am impressed by your fine thoughts"