Only with Your Heart

When one of the two young knights who were fighting in the middle of the hedge was thrown to the ground and leaked his mumbling voice, he stretched out his hands over the earth wide open and surrendered.

When a skinny man with a referee-like mustache takes one of the remaining knights and raises it high, proclaiming his victory aloud, the audience springs. Some were ringing like drums.

Thousands of cranes breathed in surprise as the backfire behind the people slowly lit up the winner.

Isn't that the young knight Bal earlier?

I took off my clothes other than my pants, totally, and I didn't immediately notice them all covered in sand and dust and some other dirt I didn't know who I was, but it's definitely him.

I should have won the battle, but with a difficult face far from joy, I am raising one hand held by the referee.

Bal's didn't seem to have noticed Lucrov and Thousand Cranes yet, but, of course, Lucrov seemed to have noticed Bal before Thousand Cranes. The power to hold Chizuru's hand suddenly becomes stronger.

Luklov walked out toward the loan as he pulled Chizuru's hand as it was.

"Oh, no, it's the Duke of Ruklov and his' guests'. I'm in a good mood. A pleasant evening for the festival."

Luklov stuffed heavily on the loan, where he placed a single twist on the chair's twist and put his jaw (chin) over its hand, and deliberately and politely greeted him.

"What are you gonna do?"

If the other person isn't a loan, it's a shadow that makes you tremble.

But the other guy was a loan.

"If you're talking about this fight, I want you to know that I'm not the first one to start it."

Lone shrugs her shoulders like a pussy.

"Discover that one of our knights and yours are on the verge of pulling out their swords and starting a fight. Well, to an old man like me, it's hard to quell a bloody young man. Instead of being a bloody battle, I suggested a bareback fight. Then, at some point, the audience comes out and swells on its own..."

Indeed, the night is getting deeper and the blood of the people is beginning to turn thick with wine.

The scenario Lone said was realistic. But whatever the trigger, Lone definitely took good advantage of the situation (Kanka) and planned the flow the way he wanted with his good speech and presence.

"Make it stop now. I don't like this kind of noise."

"Yes, yes...... But, you know, they're all excited about it, and even if we break it up right now, it might just spread."

Lone, who stood up deliberately looking heavily hipped, showed her hands wide open.

"One last game, where a big guy comes out to convince the audience, everyone will be satisfied and make it stop sooo much. Wouldn't you?

With a meaningful inclusive laugh, Lone snapped, "For example," and let him squeeze his jaw toward the back of the Chizuru and the others.

Bal, who finished the game, was walking slowly toward us as he scratched the dirt off his body with his hands.

It is an equilibrium flesh that is not large, but whose muscles, which would be a gift of daily workout, breathe in its shoulder-width, disappointing, steel-like upper body. Bal looked up, and when he noticed the presence of Chizuru, he stopped perfectly on his feet.

Bal's eyes opened to surprise, staring at Chizuru.

It was such a hot gaze that Thousand Cranes would get stuck.

"What's next! There's no next game!

"A rematch! It's a rematch! We've only just begun the night!

An excited wild line from the pedestrian walls is screaming and roaming the encore. Still, if Luklov had a drink, the audience just drunk and lively of the booze and festival would have dispersed to scatter the spider child.

But Bal stared at Thousand Cranes.

Stick around more than you need.

Lucrov naturally realizes that. People are looking for a rematch.

And they were both knights and men.

"Duke of Luklov"

When Bal came about a meter in front of Ruklov, he bowed his head correctly.

However, it also somewhat conveys to Chizuru what the flow of things is becoming. Ruklov looks at the young knight with cold (hi), cold (bi) eyes, but that's not because he's calm and calm, it's just to control the agitation of twitching like a magma.

Side by side with two silently confronting men, Lone began his speech as smooth as a bard singing and talking.

"Before the Holy Match, identity doesn't matter. The men give up their identity, their courtesy, and their blood for the holy maidens..."

"Loans!"

Thousand cranes raised their voices angrily, but it seemed to be deafening to the audience and, more importantly, to the ears of Ruklov and Bal.

I get a big cheer.

Ruklov's hand let go of Chizuru's.

"Come on, this is our last game! Once a hero of the Redemption, a legendary knight, and a young young knight from our realm will fight over a beautiful brunette maiden!

When moreover Lone struck an exaggerated speech, people's excitement would have liked to have reached its culmination.

That's right. Then the drum will ring, and some people will throw something like silver coins in the center of the circle, whether they intend to support it or not.

Still, Bal didn't just get flushed, he took proper knightly steps.

"… may I make amends, Duke of Luklov"

Without answering what was supposed to happen to Lucroff, he just took off his luxuriously embroidered tunic, which was supposed to indicate his height of identity, when he took a step forward in the main.

Somewhere from there the inferior showed up like a black child and quickly took off Luklov's shoes.

"Come on."

Ruklov answered briefly after dressed just like Bal and his trousers. The cheer, which I thought was already culminating, becomes even greater.

Chizuru had no choice but to lose his words and limp.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I wanted to stop the two of them now if I could, but this isn't just a fight, it's a game. For the two of us who are knights, this doesn't just mean winning or losing or good or evil. It's an honor. No matter how many games are played in the name of Chizuru, once Luklov receives Bal's wish, she has no right to stop...

What a simple, primitive, troubled world of men.

"Luklov......"

Still, Chizuru was crushing his name with his last little hope.

Ruklov was about to proceed with Bal to the center of a circle that had already turned into a playing field, but when he heard the voice of Chizuru, he looked back at it in a curly fashion. Then he slowly returns to the front of the thousand cranes in the footsteps of a leopard approaching his prey.

"Luklov"

Once again, Chizuru snapped so with an uncut voice.

At that moment, Ruklov grabbed Chizuru's shoulder with both hands and quickly dropped his biting hot and sharp mouth on the revealing neck muscle.

"Ah, um..."

Do animals that are baked feel such painful pain? It was so obvious to me that it seemed so, it was a mark of Lucroff. The sound of inhaling the skin makes it hot to the core of the body. I had a hard time breathing.

"I thought you said that."

Slowly raising his face, Ruklov whispered in Chizuru's ear. He said, "If you ever wave love to a man other than me, I'll increase it every time."

"I don't know about love... to anyone..."

"I win. When I come back, I won't be sorry for such a mark. I'll hold you all night long enough to scream."

Declaring so, Ruklov returned his heel and proceeded to the center of the circle.