Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

In the spring, the Omnian Empire, a country of history and faith where the glorious Yamato (no.) is celebrated.

Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, who was the episcopate of the Holy Knight last year, still continued her training in this country. It is a rare honor to receive the highest honor as a knight. Nevertheless, the course I had to digest for that was hard beyond my imagination. Though it sounded like a sound [princess knight], it is enough to make me want to make a sound.

"Then Sir Barbastol. There are four saints who were listed in the ranks of 782, but answer all of them."

"Yes, Cardinal!... I don't know any of them!

Raise your hand straight, stick your chest out and declare surrender. To that attitude, Cardinal Gianfranco Paolo Fantoni, who feared and immediately took the teaching whip, stiffened his face like a

"... hey Sir Barbastol"

"What is it, under the Cardinal?

"This is a problem that I've been asking you the other day."

"Ha! I remember that too"

A one-handed fist to the forehead so Fantoni can get a headache.

"So why can't you answer? If you didn't know before, why don't you just ask people to untie the books?"

"Ha! I thought so too and asked Sister a question"

"Then why do you say you don't know?

"... I heard, but I forgot!

Elisha turned her gaze up and answered that aloud as she stretched her spine. She threw out the problem and reopened it - not for the record. This was tapped into as an attitude during the Kingsguard Second Knights, when she was a new Ping member, when she apologized for her inaction to an immediate member of the group. Explain clearly what was wrong with you, and prepare to be cheeked up by your superior by pinning and straining your back. When you correct a mistake, strain your body and beat it back literally. That was the method.

but here in Omnia they are slightly different on their own. As for Elisha, I was prepared to see if this Cardinal of Martial Arts and Reputation would come to punish him with that fist like he had shredded from a rock, but there was no sign that he would make such an example. Ning Ro, I get hung up on a plea and a persuasion.

"Your Eminence, how can you not understand such a simple problem? Isn't there just four people with names? This more elusive sacred magic festival would have been easily memorized."

"Yes, underneath. I'm terrible at disciplines that don't involve battle."

"Even in the history of religion, I remember the years of Jihad and the various wars."

"Yes, you can learn valuable warfare lessons."

"... all I really think about is the battle"

"Ha! Because I believe I was born to fight for myself!

"Don't tell me with your chest up, there's a good old girl.... okay? In the first place, the role of the Holy Knight is not only to fight demons and spirituals, but also to show people by their attitude what doctrine is -"

And this endless sermon. This was her natural enemy again. A flood of good spinning words stirs in my head, and when I realize it, I am finally lured to drowsiness. Not once have I suspected it was a novice hypnotic magic.

"- Crusade of heresy is completed not only by eliminating this by battle, but by preaching the right teachings to the devil's confused folk grass to submit them to the right path. With that in mind, not only do we remember divine magic, but we also need teaching history, theology, argument, etc. for the Holy Knight -"

(How about... I'm a little drowsy today...)

I bite my tongue and put up with my head about to sink forward if I let it out of my mind. Elisha and I didn't inadvertently try to coach today. Where I couldn't answer the other day or was incorrect, I thoroughly revisited it and studied through the evening to participate. So this is the result. At the earliest, I just didn't think it was meant to be.

Fantoni turns his white eyes slightly, as he sees her with such an idea.

"- Are you listening, Sir Barbastol?

"Ha! I'm listening, Cardinal!

"I guess. It seemed so comical."

If you suspect you're listening in good faith, you should try hitting him first. As for Elisha, who has grown up rubbing most of her teens among the rough guys, I don't think it's ironic.

But this man, who seems to be able to beat him to death, whether it's a bear or an orga, if it just looks like him, didn't like to wave violence at the person who gives him the teaching. After a moment, you may be shying away from this being a woman. As an educator, that's a shame. Those in the world who don't know unless they let their bodies hear it, not their heads, will have nothing to do with their sexes - and so on, and so on, when the tenacity thinks,

"Mm, time."

Fantoni marks the end of today's coaching to the sound of bells heard from far away towers.

"So, Sir Barbastol. Later, I'll ask you the same question again, so you can study again."

"Ha! Thank you for your guidance today!

"Mm-hmm. Good reply.... I'd love to hear back."

That being said, the Cardinal exits while scratching his short hair with his thick fingers. Dropping off that back, Elisha slammed into the auditorium's chief desk, nagging and powerless.

"One, I'm tired... is this a war zone more than Voldan?

The words leaked from the lips, which are no longer bloody enough, are honest hearts. A sermon that can never be exhausted for studies that are likely to itch your head tweezer. As easy as facing such a thing, it would be easier to have been in war. The people of the world will deny that ten are "no, that's strange," but Elisha can't save them because she thinks so from the bottom of her heart.

(I'm honestly happy with the title of the Holy Knight...... hey, isn't it right for me?

The anxiety, for example, turns my head, but it is now more conscious.

Even though it is the role of the Holy Knight to abhor bloodshed and minimize it, her preference is the opposite. When I hear it's a muddy battlefield that washes blood with blood, my chest squeaks before my heart aches. I don't feel sad about the involvement of innocent folk grass, but if I jump the sword into the battlefield in my hands, I forget about it in three seconds, and I'm immersed in slashing each other. Such a bloody human being as the candidate for the Holy Knight is the end of the world.

"Good day, Sir Barbastol"

That's what I came to voice was the example Sister who accompanied me from Brosenne to this point last year. It was the woman who had strange hardness and darkness at the beginning of her acquaintance, but now she is a perfectly broken opponent. Speaking of which, back in the day, she said, "I heard you love unicorns as horses, are you serious? He asked me strangely seriously," What was the intent of that?

Having passed the back of her brain too much drowsiness. Lidded to the irrelevant question, Elisha responded to the voice with one hand up powerless.

"Oh, Sister... I may not be able to do this anymore... it's still difficult to be the Holy Knight. Damn, I was prepared to show it to you withstand any hard training, but I didn't know this was going to happen..."

"Yes, it's fine. Normally, you'd be more frustrated with swordsmanship and magic training, but you completed that in three months, didn't you? I'm sure the academic exams will be fine.... maybe."

With the encouragement of an acquaintance, I don't like to expose myself to pity. When I strain both my cheeks with Pan, I change my mind and get back on my feet with Kellogg.

"... um! So is that. Maybe, I'm sure, I'm fine.... It's not like me selling oil here either. If I do, I'll wave a sword to change my mood."

"Well, even if that's a lie, shouldn't I say I'll be remembering the history of teaching in the library?

"Say what. I wonder if the normative candidate for the Holy Knight of all religions should not vomit lies or anything."

"No, it's not a question of saying..."

"Sister, by the way"

Come to think of it, Elisha turning the subject.

"I think the coach under the Holy Knights Commander today is getting much shorter, but is it my fault? Normally, even when the bell rang, the sermon lasted from four to a half minutes."

Sister's face tenses hard with a bitter smile. Like swallowing the phrase, "If I have devoted all my love to your classroom attitude." but I said something else in my mouth.

"Perhaps heels because they take care of those who were deposited in the Holy Knights earlier"

"What a strange thing to say"

Tilt your neck to the choice of words conceived of subtle discomfort. Deposit in the Holy Knights, what does that mean? In other words, he was not recommended as a candidate for the Holy Knight, as Elisha did. Whether it be Arquel or Zanktogaren, or Marlbearer or any other small country, all the countries of the Itucella continent have Holy Kingship as their national religion. Therefore all the knights chosen from among the Holy Kings will be placed in the Omnia Saint Knights. There is no way to say I will keep it.

"That's what I'm not sure about either. It is also said that the noble ones receive the help of the Holy Knights for training."

"Even so, don't be paranoid. I don't think that Fantoni will ever shake down the famous Bombon."

Elisha has also been dating for nearly six months, and in that good sense, she grasps the character of the Big Men without the priests. Would a holy knight among the holy knights, who disciplines himself severely, devote that much time to his opponents, even though they are not regular candidates for training? I didn't even think of him as an easy man to affirm such special treatment.

But if it is,

"... because it's a flying special case."

"Sir Barbastle?

Sister leaks an anxious voice to a female knight with a nitwit and a grin. But Elisha stood up momentum as if she hadn't heard it.

The kind of person that Fantoni would have to treat special. And who is it? Are you such a fierce person that you want to keep an eye on until you do, or a young martial artist worthy of looking forward to the future and working out, or a bombshell that you don't know what to serve unless you have your eyes on it again?

Either way...

"That sounds interesting, I'm interested! Let's see what's going on at the training ground."

- Even as Elisha, she was the subject of curiosity. She can't stay or stand, and leaves the auditorium behind to jump out.

"... this doesn't seem to be the next lecture."

The words zeroed in the sighing mix behind her were deafening to her ears.

Even today, a day after the summons, the brave Euto Jeremiah, Yongdu Miyagi, was in a state of confusion. It should also be, where the hell are you, suddenly taken away by another world saying, "You are a brave man. Please fight and defeat the Demon King to save this world" and I guess there are boys high school students who can take it on in two replies. Naturally, being an ordinary boy who admits himself together, he is a far cry from such a rare example.

(You can't do what you can't do, no matter how cute a girl asks)

Shake your head gently so as to shake off the soft feeling that still lingers on your lips. The opponent of First Kiss, albeit as part of the ritual of contract. I can't even tell her. Somehow they want us to fight for our lives against a land that has no edge (eh) or ties (itching). The value of poor maiden's lips would certainly be heavy, but keeping it pressed from the other side in exchange for life would be too much of a push for boulders.

(I guess I don't realize I'm doing that when I try to go over there...)

Think back to Ilmaella, the girl who called herself into this world. She has a one-sided preference for this one, just because Yongdu responded to the summons - from her point of view, it is. Once and for all, when I called you Mr. Irmaella,

"Please don't be so modest, Master Ute. Please don't hesitate to call me away."

"No, that feels kind of transverse too..."

"So, if you don't mind, how about we call you Irma?

and so on. It was also the first time a woman had asked me to call her by her nickname. Either way, when they treat me like I can't be put down here, I feel bad about my butt. I am also dull in pursuit of the fallacy of being suddenly abducted by another world because I am treated with due respect. I also got the irony that if you're after me, you're a big bad girl, etc.

"What is it, Master Ute?

Voiced out by the one who was walking first, Yongdu gets a bad bat.

"No, it's nothing, Irma"

"Really? Heh, you're going to call me by that name properly."

Irmaella lets you play heartless or footsteps about what makes you happy, even though she said she was just nicknamed. Yongdu is now guided by her to walk in a building called Omnia's Cathedral. The large church of stone still looked somewhat like a European diocese, and besides that it also seemed to have a mosque design of Islam somewhere. It's not in his knowledge as a general high school student, but it also goes to the synagogue of Judaism. In short, it's a monotheistic religious church, an architecture whose image of it is unrestrained and confused.

"They say that this cathedral has been repeatedly altered and expanded over and over again in the history of a thousand years of Episcopal Church. The impact, or the mix of time-bound architectural styles that characterize each compartment?"

Ilmaella supplements so, as I anticipated Yongdu's impression of holding him.

"You may be confused if you're not used to it, but on the contrary, it can be a landmark when you walk inside a wide area."

"Huh..."

Even if they say that, as an architect and not a religious scholar, I have no choice but to return a raw reply. It never aroused interest. I know it would be a precious historical heritage in a majestic religious establishment, but I have no further emotions. He is a modern boy who was originally unkeen on faith and such. If you touch too much passionate faith, you will probably learn the mixed frigidity of preconceptions before you are moved or altered.

Regardless of the current situation surrounded by priests and nuns, I do not have the courage to speak of it.

"Oh, here we are. This way."

Ilmaella brought him out on the eastern side of the cathedral. It's like a garden surrounded by tall stone walls, with no ceilings and blue skies above your head. No, when it comes to gardens, I have a saying. A large, murderous space that stripped away the solidified soil. What sensory proximity to Yongdu's knowledge is to such an extent as a small athletic field or school gymnasium? It is an atmosphere designed as a place to move the body and other elements are removed as extraneous.

"What is this place?

"This is a military field for the Saints to train on a daily basis. We are here today to meet with the Holy Knights."

That's what I heard, Yongdu had a bad feeling.

Why is the place where we meet going to train?

If we just meet and talk, I wonder if there are any problems indoors? I wonder why you bother choosing a knight's squad yard or something.

but before he thought deeply about it,

"... the first time I saw you, Lord Brave"

From a different entrance than the two creeping in, the swollen big man shows up unawares.

Large, square, and thick. Overall, such an impression. He was the owner of a muscular body to see, reminiscent of a rock hardened by bees. If you can't find a hard, ecclesiastical design in the elegant white robe that's going through your sleeves, you can even illusion with the martial arts entrance scene.

As he approached the two with a giant detachment and a sounding heavy foothold, he knelt with his left fist on his right palm.

"He is the Awkward Monk, the head of the Holy Knights of the Omnian Empire, and the one who deposits the position of Cardinal of the Church of the Holy King. My name is Gianfranco Paolo Fantoni. Thank you for your knowledge with the guidance of the Lord in heaven."

Even though it never sounds loud or threatening, it's a heavy bass that makes this belly wiggle billy. If they hadn't been thankful, they would have escaped without a pile of Yongdu or anything like that.

Swallow gokuri and saliva. He was lost. As for being named, it is only natural that Yongdu's side also needs to return a greeting. but how do I respond when my opponent is also low on his hips? Like their opponents, this one punches their knees on the ground? But a man like a bear named Fantoni is humbled here. Even if you respond with the most salute, is it okay to fulfill it? I don't know what to do right. For once, as a football player, as a boy located at the edge of the gymnasium system, I just want to keep my head down for the first time for an older, up-and-coming opponent who looked crazy to see...

Irmaella's thin fingers poke at his stiff back.

"Take it easy. I think it's ok with the way you usually exchange it. Because brave men and I come more from different worlds."

and whispering advice. It means we don't have to force it to fit over there. That's what they said, and I was relieved at once. Yongdu pulls out his shoulder strength and bows gently.

"Duh, thanks. It's Euth Jeremiah. Yeah, it sounds like some kind of brave man."

Then join hands to worship the statue of the Buddha. Because I somehow associated myself with the statue of King Jen and the Righteous with the harshness of this Holy Knights leader.

Fantoni, exactly three seconds after Yongdu's greeting, pays off the dirt and dust on the hem of his hip-up robe before facing it again.

"Thank you very much for responding to this sudden call."

"Ha."

I answered and nothing, because Irmaella called me in, and I just did it right without knowing anything. but before the strong side, it was not Yongdu who could put it on the table while laying down the person of the moment.

Know it or not, the big man in front of you goes on without even a dust.

"It's been a night since the summons, but what do you think? I know that you are often called to strange worlds and confused."

"No, you're all doing well. So..."

Of course, it's a compliment. Not likely, such as a student whose nerves are too thick to be abducted by another world to be confused. The evening meal lacked meat, and the flavor was too thin and even unsatisfactory because there were not enough seasonings. In the end, I have left it at about half the time I got my hands on it. Although the food may have been thin due to hard work coming from unfamiliar environments. I can't even take a bath, and the bathroom is inconvenient and dirty. The bed was the salvation of the luxurious canopy that made my body sink, but I was blinded last night and couldn't enjoy the benefits. It's not that I'm being treated differently, it's that people around me are paying attention to me, even if it feels clear. Once again, we can understand how privileged Japan was in the twenty-first century.

Fantoni glanced at Chicari for being able to detect signs of dissatisfaction he intended to kill.

"No need to hesitate. We are all with your help. If you have what you want, you can request it without any objections."

"Huh? Well, can I say I want to take a bath?

"Got it. Let's get ready for today's meeting. Not every day, but every three days or so."

"I'm more of a diner, but I'd love to have a little more meat. And rice is better than bread. I might want some more spices too..."

"Meat and rice should be arranged immediately. but spices are... different continents are the main regions, so it may be difficult. Sometimes the budget alone can't help it."

I stated my dissatisfaction sweetly with the words, and to my surprise, it is almost whole swallowed. The attitude of a crude but fine figure trying to treat this one politely. What Yongdu felt there was anxiety and fear, not joy or satisfaction.

(Are you going to do that to me, Poopy... it wasn't just Irma. All of these people are really willing to treat me like a brave man)

Several times since I've been here, I shove a hard spit down my throat. He seemed to have been lured into the main road prepared by his opponent, sealed with escape routes and excuses in the form of hospitality. In football terms, although the ball is held, it resembles a scene where the opponent's press crushes one pass after another. Or was it right in front of the keeper, when he was forced to shoot at a course the enemy was after? I felt unnecessarily disgusted around not chasing this one down poorly.

"Well, what if... what if I said I wanted to go back to the original world?

Be prepared and speak of the demands at heart. Last night was a word I finally couldn't say because of the confusion immediately after the summons and the constriction to unfamiliar places. Pickle and Ilmaella beside me felt a small tremor.

Yongdu stares at Fantoni's face and waits for the answer. I was summoned to another world to defeat the Demon King as a brave man. So what happens after you serve that purpose? No, in some cases they would refuse to fight "I didn't hear that" immediately after the summons. If Yongdu mentions that, what are you going to do?

Though it would be nice to have summoned him, it would have been better if he had returned the applause that he found that the brave man did not deserve it, etc. Worst of all, it could be killing this one to avoid acknowledging the mistake of calling an unsuitable brave man.

I don't want to provoke such a radical reaction, but here's the thing. Isn't it more dangerous to leave this part behind and let it flow into the situation?

"If you want to go home, you can go home."

"... Huh?

Face unexpected reactions. but shortly thereafter,

"After your defeat of the Demon King,

That's how it went on, and my expectations for my return ended in bran joy.

Disappointed and discouraged, Yongdu's body flutters small. But weakness quickly turns into irritation. Not against Fantoni, who showcased his words in such a way as to obscure them.

(Dumb ass! Even over there trying to figure this one out, of course!

The spearhead of frustration is himself, who has produced an imitation that can easily be seen through the bottom of his heart.

He's the person with the appearance of rigidity, but he's definitely older than twenty years and will have a commensurate wealth of interpersonal experience. Cardinals are the chief of the Order of the Holy Knights, even with great titles. Such an adult can't easily open his chest collar to someone he just met today, a student under half his age, etc. I should have thought that a kid called Yongdu Miyagi, who was called as a brave man, was expected to look like a tiger. The desire to go home, which is the most desirable thing for such an opponent, has taken the form of showing off as much.

Towards Yongdu, who bites his umbilicus with regret, the giant man of the eater tells him softly.

"Brave summons is a grand ritual that uses immense power. It's not something that you can do so many times in a short space of time. The same is true of your return to the original world. … but this one has a way out: to use the magic restored from the demon king who defeated it. Therefore, defeating the Demon King is the shortcut above all if you wish to return."

I'm not shy, it's a good thing to say. In the end, if you want to go back to Japan, doesn't that make any difference to your claim to defeat the Demon King? The boy thinks so in an infidel and corrupt mood.

"... why, it's me?

Discard the unfamiliar tone of reverence mixing and whine like a roar.

"Why?

"'Cause that's crazy... I'm just a student, I've never fought, and on the contrary, I'm not a person in this world, am I? Yet why do I have to be called out of my way to fight as a brave man!?

At last, the voice rises to the shouting range.

I put it away for a day and the initial confusion was on my back. Calm down and sort out your mood and situation. I'm frustrated by the irrationality of the current situation. Different worlds, summons? Brave? What is it, how can you? Indeed, life without a definite goal, which did not show any change in Japan, was boring. Something new in the daily routine even craved something fresh and full of surprises. But it is a desire to fill the missing part. It's not like throwing out everything that's ever made me up and you can redeem me. No, I didn't say no. How could this man, Yongdu Miyagi, be made such an unscrupulous contract? What is the Holy King, even the devil would carry a little more decent covenant - such outrage and depression exploded once and for all by face-to-face with Fantoni, the adult who first exchanged words deeply.

"It is... by the guidance of the Holy King..."

"Stop it."

Fantoni lifted his thick palm and controlled Irmaella, who came with his mouth pinched like he had said.

"Why have you been chosen to be a brave man? This is the same thing we want to know."

As I say, I turn my heels back and head towards the wall of the practice field. And he lifted the training and thought sword that had been erected, with a light hand.

"From the former, a brave man is not strong enough to beat the Demon King from shortly after his summons. Daily workouts, and battles with demons, to build strength. I called you today to start working out."

With one free hand, one invitation toward this one.

"- If there's no one to be angry with, it's just fine. The Awkward Monk will weigh you down, and you will be blessed with worry."

In short, it seems that's what I'm trying to do in a game on this occasion as well.

"... now you're telling me to sue violence, not just words?

"Let it be, under the command of the Holy Knights, that is not the case"

"Good, Lord Irmaella.... If you're so afraid of awkward monks, why don't you impose constraints on yourself? This is a battle that I will only use if I am never a man of skill."

Say, take the sword grip to your left.

... That's not the problem. Without understanding enough, Yongdu is unhappy to be brought to another world, such as Ithusela continent, where you are determined to be a brave man and fought against the Demon King. On top of this, do you want to know why I was chosen as a brave man? Fight because you want to weigh your strength? Oh, my God, that's a lot of ridicule. I don't like fighting and killing and all that barbaric violence.

"So you're not gonna do that to me..."

"If you're alleged to have noticed, that's fine"

For the first time a change occurs in Fantoni's face, which has always been a hard Buddha top surface. It's a laugh. It's a thin laugh that makes people look like little fools.

"I'm not going to force the brave to celebrate with the brave. The summons is a mistake, and you will live with your support in Ichii. What, I don't care. The salvation of the weak is also the teachings of the Holy King, and Lord Irmaella there is also a merciful woman"

If you don't like to fight, give me a hand and I won't have the temper to challenge you. If you're weak, you can't help it. It looks like a ladybug that can't even be placed on a man's wind, and you can spend everything with a woman's skirt on an umbrella...

It is a blatant provocation. The intention to make this one angry is clear. Ridiculous to ride such a lopsided invitation, etc.

"Don't be ridiculous, Osama...!

Then Yongdu thought I was stupid and good.

He is abducted from his body, pressed for dangerous roles, and if he cannot do so, he is despised as a coward. I've never been this unsolicited. Is it forgivable, such as a guy who imitates like that and looks fine? This is the first time I've lived in my life for seventeen years.

"Good. If you prefer violence so much, I'll behave as much as I hate you......!

"Sanya."

Fantoni grins furiously that Yongdu has ridden the provocation. Something I don't like has gone as far as the other person thinks. But it doesn't always go that way until the end.

(... absolutely, I'll make you bark)

With his rolling anger, the boy, called the brave man, was about to try his first battle.

"Um, Master Ute? You may be angry, but I have some thoughts below you."

Which side are you on? With such emotion, ignore Ilmaella, who comes in a voice to be embarrassed. Yongdu gets ready for the game by doing some light stretching, etc.

At the same time I thought. Which side, naturally, is decided on the other side. She is the Teng herself who performed the ritual of summoning brave men, and seems to hold quite a high place in a religious group such as Holy Kings. I am personally behaving and showing against Yongdu, but the standing position is still coaxial with Fantoni.

With a frustrating seeping crude hand, he also takes the weapon that was equipped on the wall as well as his opponent. And I understood it for the first time with my hands. The giant Fantoni could be carried with one hand, but this sword was originally meant to be used by both hands. To stand with one right hand, and to wield, the blade crossing is too long.

At the same time,

(What. That's lighter than I thought)

I tasted the clapping out of my mind at that response, which lifted with no hesitation compared to the heavy appearance. If you look closely, the cut tips, blade areas, etc. are rounded up, and it is unlikely that you can expect a cut or something like that. I mean, I guess it's like a training forged sword. So it's so light, interpret it.

"Are you ready?

"Oh."

An opponent who keeps his weight on his left with his sword tip gently draped and remains on the bar. Towards it, I take what seems like a setup and relate, recalling the epoch I used to see. Fantoni, who saw such a figure of Yongdu, sighed at this sight haha.

"... When you hold both your swords, it's a good idea to let your fists go of each other. If you're wearing it so hard, you'll be late to return it and you won't have the strength of your arm."

"Ugh, shut up! This is my way. Yo!

In retrospect, I wrap my tongue around the point of my inner opponent. You can still feel it on your shoulders. If this is the case, I have even more regrets now that I should have chosen Kendo for my choice of physical education martial arts. Hating the anti-use gear stained with the smell of someone else's sweat, and getting used to it in soccer if it's physical bumps, I chose Judo for the bump. That seems to have come around here.

"Well, good. Shall I show you how to do Lord Brave?... Let's get started!!

Fantoni shouts out for the first time. Just the tremor of the air, so much so that I feel pain in my skin as well as my tympanic membrane. As a mediocre boy, I wouldn't have endured it if I hadn't left myself to anger. In fact, I just keep about five meters away from each other and I can't stop sweating cold. Though it is a weightless simulated sword, it deals with a human being with an object in the form of a weapon. The situation made me feel more under pressure than I thought.

Yongdu doesn't move. No, I can't move. In order to be able to foresee a giant leap that reminds me of a wild bear the moment I take a step forward.

For a while from the signal of initiation, a time passes that is not proper. Ten seconds, thirty seconds? Maybe it's been about a minute. Eventually the voice hung from Fantoni's without any concern.

"Can't you come?

"It's a thank you to Hande. I'll take the lead."

It is a lie. Yongdu's aim was the counter, said in his unfamiliar swordplay without trying, in the form of a later one.

Not just martial arts, sports is basically, it's advanced tactics to take the lead. It is difficult to decide a battle at once without poking the opponent because if you move, the structure and formation will be disrupted and gaps will arise. The counter, by contrast, is defined as one of the few winners left behind by the weak. Enter the game with a defensive focus, watch the gap as the opponent moves, and let him take a blow in the scene where he says it's here. That doesn't take a relative amount of effort, rather than staying advantageous all the time. That characteristic is evident only in sports where one point is heavy. Yongdu's specialty in football, gallery and flushing tennis at one point. And - Sometimes a single bottle will determine the battle. The sword path will be the same.

Whatever, it's a reason to even think of amateurs like the first time you took a sword. Fantoni, who holds such a title as the Holy Knights Commander, knows a hundred things. But he told him seriously without even mixing it up there.

"Its intentions and goodness. Then again - come!!

Say no, the left foot of the giant exploded. A recoil in which a permanently detached force stepped on the ground, kicked and jumped. Only then can the solid ground be bounced and the earthen smoke danced.

(Ha, fast - eh!?

He opens his eyes to the looming big man at a joke-like rate. He's a heavy eyed opponent to see, but at the same time he's the owner of a muscle that's just ripped off. Thought it would not only have instantaneous power, but the degree of rocket-meted acceleration was far higher than expected. There is no constraint on counter aiming.

Big swing of horizontal giraffe. Seeing as it was the enemy's trick, Yongdu succumbed and did it. Immediately afterwards, a pleasant, heavy wind-cut sound passes over the head. A few black hairs, falling apart and in front of my face. It was cut off when it was plundered. What rigid arm is this power with a simulated sword without a blade? It even springs up the awe-mingling question of whether you're really waving the same weapon, etc.

But...

"- There's a gap!!

The momentum of the advance and sword strike is tremendous, but that's the opposite. Fantoni's giant is passing beside Yongdu in momentum, putting his left foot on the ground and exposing his back. The sword on his arm was completely shaken off and his return was delayed. In short, there are gaps everywhere. There are differences in stature, and this one works better if you go around small. If you look back first and see a blow, the phase of being sure to get in.

Yongdu's swing from the Great Upper Stage. The opponent keeps his back visible. This is settled...

"Too bad."

- Normally, though.

"... Huh?

Gong, the dull sounds of heavy metals bumping into each other. In front of Yongdu's eyes, his sword was taken by another sword in the air, with the enemy's back at present.

The sword that Fantoni held with his left arm was turned over his shoulder to his back, precisely preventing this knife. Horribly, without looking back, without glancing at me. It's like you have eyes behind you, or you've foreseen Yongdu's fat muscles since the beginning. In any case, outrageous skill and reading. What was the coarse offense that I left to the power ahead?... It's been decided that I was playing the three sides. If you can't fight back with this much blow, it's not worth it.

Omnia, no. Gianfranco Paolo Fantoni, head of the Order of the Holy Knights, the culmination of the force of all Saint Kings of the Itucella continent. There is no way that he would be a pig warrior who ignores the logic of art and bullies only his body and strength.

"So earlier, I would have said that the grip of the sword should let go of both fists. The shoulders shrink and the area of the thickening muscle narrows. It is therefore extremely easy to read. This impossible posture, even one left arm, can withstand enough because it does not contain any strength"

"He...... Huh!

"Switching is also slow. The pinnacle of stupidity, such as continuing to compete with an opponent who is better than his arm. I can honestly put my sword back and hit my next hand without leaving my enemies untrained."

Thus, looking back, he pushes Yongdu's body back through the take-over knife. Even if the weight of each human being was pushed away without bitterness, as if the desk in the classroom could be pulled away during cleaning. Yongdu takes a few steps, trying to step on a dance and take a distance... No, they take it. He was given a reprieve for it, just as he told me to strike my next hand.

"Lick, don't fuck with me. Aaah!

I'm in the mood and see the next blow as you wish. Fantoni leaves his sword hanging on the ground unchanged. As silently asserting that it is not necessary.

"Well, has the grip been fixed?"

I don't like it when I follow the advice of the other person, but with the heart of wanting the rabbit to shower a horned knife, I was releasing my fist holding the pattern as I was told. Cheng Cheng, it is true that this shoulder freedom is slightly more advantageous, and it can be seen that the accompanying left hand acts as the fulcrum of Tsuko and becomes more powerful. The second shot, which is sharper than the first, is prevented by margin, but unchanged.

"but now my upper body is overstretched. It is the ankles that put their strength into it. Shoulders, elbows and wrists tend to be weak and tight. That's faster."

"Ugh, let it go. Yeah!

"Another upper level? Your attacker is on the brink. It's not just about slaughtering, but depending on the circumstances, I wonder if I should use it separately when I shove, pay, or poke."

Three, four, five, six -.

From seven onwards I stopped bothering and counting. A sword that I can only assume all of which is shaken appropriately, received, bounced and prevented. It's like a bad dream. Yongdu's attack was an improvement compared to a naive first shot as a result of his reluctance to follow the advice he was sent. The speed, sharpness and weight, and even variations in the way you attack, are so unlikely to be what the same person is rolling out.

And yet, whoo-hoo, even so,

"My legs are stopping. It moves around more but better. Because you are smaller than an awkward monk, it is best to take advantage of small circles to see the gaps."

(Heh, don't be ridiculous, you bastard wo...!

Yongdu strips his teeth out, breathing roughly with his nose. The look was as if he was biting his inner thoughts hard and tight. but the identity of the emotions you are holding back until then is not anger. Then you don't have to hide it. You just have to put it on the table. What he feels is... more than that, a strong fear.

(You say that... don't keep one thing you're saying!?

Fantoni's sword was a backward substitute for the horribly accurate advice he gave to our mouth.

Here's how you grip both hands? - What do you say while you're taking a sword with one left hand.

Shake it with your ankles, not your torso? - You only use it from shoulder to shoulder.

Don't take the offense all the way down? - The only attack launched from earlier is a sweep from the ramp.

Use more legs to move around? - Except for stepping in during an attack, it stands on a bar.

This means that only his mouth is splendid semi-accessible... not necessarily. Ningro vice versa. The Iron Rule of the Sword that you would have cultivated in your previous life. Even if we ignore all of that and seal the use of every move ourselves, we continue to cross without even taking a single blow to ourselves from Yongdu with just reading and minimal motion. Continuing to send the right advice to improve the opponent's skill with each attack.

The sight of a twitchy baby or small animal as if adults could afford it. I don't even think I'm dealing with the same person. I was told to fight the Demon King as a brave man, but Yongdu's most demonic being, as far as I know, is now a relative monster in front of me.

... I can't win. On the contrary, I don't even feel like I can guess.

The moment I realized that, something hung up in the boy.

"- Awwwwwwwww!!

"Colour?"

For the first time in this game, Fantoni blinds as if he had been poked in the eye. Not because Yongdu has made great moves on the earthen field. Conversely, because I waved my sword with a cod inferior to the first hand who ignored the most awkward move ever made and, if poorly done, advice on gripping. It is like getting through by creeping rather than over a set hurdle.

Either way, Fantoni slightly delayed his response to the unexpectedness. Unlike the way I was supposed to receive it for this reason... it took the form of shifting the center of gravity to the right foot, while passing a samurai wave.

Yongdu, on the other hand, waves his sword in an unscrupulous position and, by being flushed through its vectors, avalanches behind it to rub off with Fantoni. And it hits the ground from face to face. It's a kiss that tastes like blood and dirt, completely different from what I first experienced yesterday.

"Dear Yout!

Ilmaella, who was supposed to be watching in an unreachable position of sword, rushes over like that. Yongdu doesn't move. It's not because I hit him in the head or because he bled in the nose because he stuck it in his face. At the moment of staggering, he realized.

... Dear rubber difference, the look on Fantoni's face only floated for a moment as he tilted his body to the right and prevented an attack. Wasn't that due to guilt? So, what caused it? Is this how Yongdu got hurt? No. Even though Fantoni did not use his skill, he has attacked with momentum that, if hit, would not spare his injuries. A bladeless sword is enough to cut your hair off. If it had inevitably eaten properly, the fracture would have been certain.

"Oh, my God, the blood is healing now!?" Heel: Eh "

In addition, as Irmaella does, there seems to be just enough healing magic in this world to instantly heal the wounds. Then there will be less hindsight.

So what is Fantoni's guilt, the real reason for it?

"... right foot"

"What? You hurt your right leg, too? Hey, is it a sprain!?

Leaving room for a girl who responds tongue-in-cheek to a leaked whine, the boy wakes up and sends his gaze toward the giant again. But I don't have the earliest sense of war in my eyes. What's there is a sense of defeat and fear. I'm not afraid of violence. It's horrible to admit it's true that you just realized it.

"You just used your right foot for the first time, didn't you? I weighed in just a little bit."

"What?"

…………

Fantoni did not deny it.

"In retrospect, it was crazy from the beginning. You had your first blow at the start of the game... kicked the ground with your left foot, which should have been an axial foot, and then landed on your left foot. That's ridiculous, isn't it? Normally, if you step on your left foot, the next thing you get to the ground is your right foot. Your kicking leg goes around the back and you come forward."

…………

Fantoni did not deny it.

"... why did you do that?

'Cause that's the first promise.'

Fantoni affirmed Yongdu's assumptions. Guess what I would have liked to have been off if I could.

'... If you're so afraid of awkward monks, why don't we impose constraints on you? This is a battle, only for those who are never smart.'

That was what was told before the battle.

I only use the side that is not my dominant arm. 'Side', not 'Arms'. That means including it not only in the arms but also in the foot. I thought this one was simply a matter of rhetoric and sealed my arm, but it wasn't. Fantoni was literally fighting without his right arm and right foot. My right leg was only on the ground, but I was just wearing it. Of course it was not even weighed down to be used for walking. Return the back, and this man was only able to bend and stretch his left foot, even allowing him to travel at an extraneous rate. It's a physical ability that I don't think of as a human being, but what comfort would that be? Because the fact that Yongdu was made good by his one-legged opponent makes no difference.

It breaks my heart. I can't get up from sitting around. This is the result of the adult's intention to at least reveal his or her nose as he or she pushes forward unscrupulous reasoning. I wasn't supposed to use you as a handler. You let me use your right foot? So what. Being overwhelmed by opponents who didn't even do the obvious, such as walking and stomping with both legs of Ningro. I just feel heavier about it.

"Hmm. Nevertheless... from this first battle, the fact of a brave summons. Why are you making it public? Was that correct?"

Totally to Yongdu in the state of a loser, the words of a winner who nibbled at his chin swept him away.

"What do you mean...?

There is no tension in the voice of rebuttal either. There's a weak sound there that seems to cry down just to be pushed.

"Oh, you haven't heard from Lord Irmaella? Besides, a valiant summons is an important thing that rocks the world. To say that there are signs of the resurrection of the Demon King, Omnia's arbitrary actions would also be an obstacle to the surrounding countries. For some time now, therefore, the plan was to devote ourselves to strengthening ourselves and to announce the existence of the brave once the human crisis became known."

And there, the last push.

"- If the world knew that this was the power of the summoned brave, the whole world would make a fuss."

"... Huh!

"Dear Yout!?

I even shake off the intervening Irmaella's hand and run out with my back to the two of them.

I couldn't stand it anymore. As a result of being taken away abruptly, pressed into a role, rebelling against it and challenging his opponent, he failed miserably. I hate it when I live too miserably.

I want to go back to Japan. But you have to fight the demon king to get home. The people who called themselves out because they couldn't do that, they couldn't beat one of them. This means Yongdu will never be able to return to Japan.

The boy fled the practice field, distorting his face to the bitterness of humiliation and the acidity of despair.

"Ha... Ha...!

How much have you run? Yongdu had entered a strange compartment at some point. The cathedral is large. For him, who just visited yesterday, there will be more places he can't remember.

(Beautiful, lose, run... you're lost in a mess. Ha......)

I feel sorry for myself for returning it, and a dry laugh leaks. Only the voice is dry. Tears overflow from your eyes, and the sound of sniffing cries.

"- Dear... Dear Yout!

From behind, I heard Irmaella calling herself. He must have come after him running away. But I don't want to look at you right now. I didn't want to show a woman her wet face with tears. It hurts my pride shards. And most importantly, she is the summoner who called herself into this world. I know I'm a bearer of good temper, but I still don't know what I'm going to say when I face to face, the current state of my swings.

From that thought, hide yourself in the shadow of one of the cylinders standing in the hallway.

"Master Ute! Where are you?... Ugh, I thought you wanted to come here."

Peeping from the shadow of the pillar, Irmaella snugly dropped her shoulder into her eyes. My chest hurts. Yesterday, the joy of a successful summons clouded the look that was so brilliant. Since when did I expect so much from someone in my mind? I feel annoyed, but it was painful that I betrayed the trust I had from her. Plus, knowing that, and the backwardness to what's hiding there.

It is then.

"... that's noisy, Irmaella"

Somewhere, I heard a voice that crippled my seizures. The Lord of the Voice is a man walking from across the hallway, rattling tips and a particularly marble floor. Yongdu sneaks up on you so he can't find a place. And I accidentally opened my mouth with Pocan. What a flashy, flashy, golden hobby outfit with gems as their garments. In the opposite sense of a big man like a bear earlier, he doesn't seem to be a high priest. Only the decorative belt raised from the neck - officially called the stra - is the same as that of that Fantoni. That means he's probably in the same position as that one.

"If you behave discreetly, the bad reviews will reach me? Hmm?"

Ilmaella, who was called out, is more bickly and tense.

"Oh, Father..."

(Father, what... Irma's? He did?...... eh!?

Yongdu prevents his voice from leaking by doing his hand on his mouth. Beautiful girl until some sort of unrealistic, like taking the form of words like one, purity, or pity. A plain, insidious looking man who only impresses on one side the goldiness of what he wears. When it comes to fathers and sons, they look amazingly alike.

A man such as Irmaella's father emits a sticky voice to the point where he is likely to hear a pseudonym called Nettineti towards his daughter, who tends to lie down with most of them.

"By the way, which way did Lord Brave go? By the time I was due, I heard you were meeting with that Holy Knights Commander..."

"It's, uh..."

"You have a bad tooth cut, give me a firm answer. Isn't this my father's question? Hmm? Gratitude for your fathers and loyalty to your parents are also the duty of the Holy Kings, right?... Well, based on that reaction, I can see it was a wretch. Kuku."

The kind of voice that says it's unpleasant.

"Look, it's Irmaella. It was the Kalandra family that led and accomplished the brave summons. Say no, say no, not the Knights of Saints led by that sweaty savage or something! You know how important this feat is, don't you?

"... of course, Father. It is the praise of the Holy Kings to serve the brave and to help them in their sacred duties…"

"I know you will, I know you will! Therefore, it is not advisable for an extra outlet to be pinched in the Demon King's Crusade. It is we who are involved in the discussion of the matter that must keep the valiant from unnecessary murmurs and from denigrating its sanctity.... As the Virgin who executed the summons and made the covenant, it is your role to serve as a sidekick to that otherworldly man. Hang on tight, babysit, all right?

It was like hearing it made my chest feel bad again. A vulgar content that even makes my ears oblivious to a humble narrative that is not very much but does not seem like a clergyman. And most importantly, the reason why I was called up to the other world was rooted in the lowly and selfish appetite of a man who could not be ashamed of such a thing.

(What the hell, it...)

I just heard a voice, and I just reached out. That's all he was summoned to another world and pushed into the role of brave man and so on. It was called weighing power, etc. More of this? He is only a name for a brave man, no noble ideals, no tangible prayers, a pawn-handling of power games in which thin dirty politicians are concerned.

(What a brave man. What...!

Carve the repeated scolding in your chest again in just one day today.

Not knowing he was buying disappointment and contempt from the brave man in the matter, Kalandra continued in a good mood.

"Yes, yes. I don't care if you go where you want to go. The prenuptial bargaining doesn't sound right to the priest, but he's a brave man who can't help it. If you can serve a virtuous child, you can't be so strong around you. I think you've always admired fairytale braves since you were a little girl."

Stop it, it's a lot. Yongdu sat powerless with his knees in the shadow of the pillar, meditating his eyes and blocking his ears.

... That's why he misses it. The way my daughter bears a firm grip on the hem of the monk's coat against her father's unspeakable bullshit. She's powerless,

"No more, please don't..."

and the spicy face when he disputed it.

How long has it been? Soon, a man as overlooked as Kalandra had walked away. In the hallway, only the girl standing inside and the boy hiding behind the pillars are left behind.

Eventually, the boy slowly stood up and went out into the hallway.

"Huh! Dear Yout, you were here!

Irmaella turns around and gives a brighter look. Yongdu has a negative feeling that he is white to it. Now he only saw that face as a belly black one hiding another emotion on the back.

That insight has hit only half. However, his understanding of what the emotions pushed behind his smile were did not extend.

"... I was listening, Irmaella"

"... Huh?

To the boy's words, the girl puts a seductive color on her face. Does that stem from being heard stories you don't want to be heard, or... or is the nickname you wanted him to call you for not being used?

"For the honor of the house, because Fantoni's Osama won't serve me... yes, I can laugh at myself. That's right. There's no way the girl I just met yesterday is ever gonna be nice to me without a second thought."

From the bottom of my stomach comes a crease and a consigned laugh. Congratulations, I thought. Summoned by different worlds to be brave, and just for that reason a beautiful girl to thier ass? What a cliché and dreamy scenario. If I saw something like that when I was in Japan, I'd almost laugh with my nose that it was a child trick that lacked reality. Most hilarious would be that I am less than a child who has been duped by it properly.

Against a self-abandoning grinning boy, the girl spins her panting words with a rattlesnake and trembling.

"Chi, no... no, I'm not, I'm not -"

"Then why did you call me?!?

With the sound of Don, Irmaella's body was beaten to the pillar. Hands grabbing her collar and keeping it tight. I realize with some blurry comfort that it is my thing. I thought you had blood on your head, like some other HR. An exasperated, too much body moves on its own, feeling as if self-consciousness has split between reason and impulse. In that, Yongdu was listening to the curse of his mouth dripping at will.

"I am! He's just a high school student, he's Japanese! I've never fought before! That's why I'm fighting for you people from all over the world! Call that on your own convenience and look down if you're weak......! Look, what were you going to do, Irmaella? Oh n!?

"Ah, uh..."

"Ha, you didn't even have to ask, did you? Your father is the great man of religion here, and you are the Virgin in person!? It's literally about the common people of a different world, I found out. There's no way!! Isn't that right, eh!?... Say something!!

You're an idiot, I am. I still think so like other HR. Even if they tell you to do something, they're holding your neck up and pressing you against the pillars. You won't even be able to breathe when you talk. Still, is this what you call the idiotic power of a fire place? Excitement has taken the brain miso limiter off. I don't think it's very much my arm strength to be lifting every single person, not to speak of a slouchy woman. I wish this had happened to me when I was fighting the Fantoni guy anyway......

Even as thoughts continue to escape reality, the flesh continues to frustrate the girl in front of her without stopping. If you do poorly, won't you just kill the other guy like this? The moment I thought so,

"- Whoa!

Gokiri, and something flew in from across his face, Yongdu's body rolled onto the floor.

"Damn!?

"Kaha...... keho, keho...!

Whipped to a painful body and stood up, listening to the dumb screams of his raising and the coughing voice of Irmaella, who was released from restraint.

At some point in the hallway, a new figure appeared. Long blonde hair wrapped around ponytail, long beauty. Whether she is an adult woman such as her mid-twenties because of her face and figure, her expression is so seeping with naivety. Such a human being raised his long legs and stood brilliantly still in a high-kicked, swing-out position. Apparently, this woman kicked Yongdu in the face and helped Irmaella.

Before the dazed boy and girl, the woman who appeared abruptly finally said with a stuck face as she kicked her leg down.

"Hmmm, no more cathedral hallways where a priestess is having a crazy conversation with a young man... you've got a lot going on in Omnia these days"

It is such a sloppy word that the poison is drained.

(Next to next... What the fuck, now?

Yongdu sends an alert gaze as he feels his cheeks swelling up. Towards him like that, the mysterious blonde smiled and made him look funny.

Retrospective enough time.

The squad field after Ilmaella, who chased him with Yongdu, left. Fantoni stared at the exit they had taken for a while, but eventually let go of the sword he had in his hand when he exhaled deeply.

"... really, I didn't want anyone from another country to know, are you"

- Zung.

The sword plunges into the ground with the heavy sound echoing in his belly.

In fact, he was not handed to have heavier weapons than usual besides the constraints he had spoken of...... As I have said many times, the Omnian Saint Knights have been chosen by knights from all over the continent to protect the law. It is a group of knights among the knights. Naturally, the training is extremely harsh. For example, when training, you use forged swords that are harder to handle than they are used in action?

Of course, beyond being placed indiscriminately in the same training ground, the sword held by Yongdu is also of the same kind as that used by Fantoni. Heavy swords, like those who willingly embarked on their first workout as candidates for the Holy Knight, crumble to too much weight......

Yongdu Miyagi fought with it in his hand without knowing it, and even reputed the weight as "light and unreliable".

"The power of the brave,"

The symbol of the Omnian Empire's martial arts, the grunt of the Holy Knights, mixes the colours of awe.

That boy's horror is not the only force he unconsciously exerted. A number of the advice sent by Fantoni during the match. Having obeyed it reluctantly, he came out with an attack that improved his power and accuracy with each blow. But it is. Where in the hell is there someone who can learn and use his moves relying solely on advice in the midst of battle without example or repetitive practice, and even more so in simulated battle?

This is what people call humans who make it possible to do that in a word that's been used around - genius, he said.

Talented but therefore summoned as brave, or given from heaven when summoned as brave? Either way, there is something horrible to imagine him growing up and accumulating power.

I feel smudged that I'm really glad I didn't publish the summons of the brave. The situation on the continent today is as good as the oil jar placed beside the spark. Marlbearers gazing at the gap between the expansion of Arquelle, the snowflake of Xanctogallen, the tiger gaze... how many countries will receive it properly for Omnia complaining of the Demon King's resurgence crisis under these circumstances.

Not to mention what would happen if I were to announce that I had a human weapon called the Brave Man. Arquelle will try to incorporate the Alliance into their own faction as a shield, and Zanktogaren will still try to take the demonic threat in its great name. Marlbearer? Those people in that country don't know the bottom of their hearts. There is only certainty that the oil poured into the tongue that turns well will not do anything busy as a spark.

Fantoni did not stand out to those who believed that mankind could unite across nations and fight demonic threats. First, isn't this political conflict, even in Omnia, tearing people apart by carving cracks like crevasses?

It is a headache. And the trouble is, the seeds of headaches weren't just the treatment of the brave.

"... by the way, your lord. Don't you think it's a good idea to take a peek?

Send a sharp gaze to the wall that surrounds the practice field. There was a woman there who had used the edge of the wall as a scaffold and had set a high view on her back with the blue sky.

"Hum, how dare you say that all around me, there are many older people who have trouble saying that. I think I lost one last year, and I think I'll get one more this year."

Saying, the woman who flies with Hilary and gets off to the ground - Elisha Rosmond Barbastle. Make it a candidate for the Holy Knight nominated by the kingdom of Arquelle while being a woman, an unparalleled honorary student in practical terms. And in academic terms, this is also an unprecedented inferior student.

Fantoni approached her with a large crotch and stared at her with an increased dangerousness.

"Sir Barbastle, about that boy..."

"No, no, I was just watching. You never hear what they're talking about."

That's what I said, Elisha, who can swim her gaze diagonally upwards.

That's a lie, I had an instinct. It is the same reaction as when I was stuck with an answer when I was a coach. Behind that trick would be the thought of being honest in answering. The magic she specializes in is water, and wind. It should have been possible to pick up air tremors and listen to distant conversations. You've already heard the secretary that Omnia was summoning the brave.

But I will stop pursuing that point on this occasion.

"-Good. Then we'll talk to ourselves from here on out."

"Ha."

Flipping from Elisha's floating attitude, she kneels down with a flowing act and takes a listening attitude. He missed his face when he admitted it by the eye. What we're about to divulge is solitary, and the people beside us are respectfully asking about the content, but that's not what we know.

"Sir Ut Jeremiah - I guess that boy is now in the midst of anger, frustration, and temptation. I was invited to this country unwillingly, because I was pressed into great responsibility, and I was just beaten to the ground by a rebellious quote. Disbelief in the upper Omnia would be considerable."

"Hmm."

For some reason the gavel returns, but only to himself.

"I wonder how distracting it would be if someone could spit out evil feelings or share them at such a time? Whoa, with that being said, I remember someone else somewhere with strength but no appreciation of the academic side and being eaten cold food in the Saints of Omnia."

"Right. A brave man would be easy to open his heart to if he were someone like you... Gohon, I don't think that boy is easy to open up to."

"Even as an awkward monk, I am heartbroken about that candidate for the Holy Knight. It's a little tricky watching people take their feet off the bad side and scratch the algae just because they're smart. If you put a new handle on it, it will be special enough to remove the two letters of the candidate."

"The journey is complete. For example, enlighten and educate a lost boy, raise and show a fine young man... right?

Get in touch with Yongdu, gain faith, and train him personally. It's informal, but if it succeeds, it's in return for the official Saint Knight Symphony - in short, that's the directive.

"It's tough under the Cardinal, too. I didn't know you could go out of your way to buy a hater."

"In all times, young people are things that grow up in the face of hateful adults.... whoa, this is a middle-aged man talking to himself"

Fantoni scoffed at himself for doing what I had done.

Besides, there is no way to summon people from different worlds, appoint them to the brave to fight. In fact, rubbing of large and small appeared even during the last two summonses. Ignore the lessons of the past and be optimistic that Emilio Calandra will be able to hear what she has to say if she sends a good looking daughter, as she did. Sooner or later it is visible to be obstinate in emotional terms.

Then you should use it the other way around. From what Fantoni has seen, the boy called as a brave man is one man, albeit young. Blueness and the young man who is willing to go beyond, the more he beats, the more he stretches. Regardless of the risk of breakage or distortion, I know a hundred. So don't let Elisha turn to you as your personal mentor.

(If I could, I'd just like to leave it to Lord Irmaella...)

You won't be able to do it first, dismiss it. That girl has the burden of performing a subpoena, and she's still too young for public ignorance and inexperience. It is exclusive to the Holy Kings that charisma as the Virgin is demonstrated, and from what I have seen, it is difficult to guide a boy who seems unrelated to the class of faith.

"But I ask the hard questions inside. The candidate for the Holy Knight and the others only seem to work as they think they do. Are you sure you want to entrust such a penniless person with a future young man?

Fantoni presses the word "don't say it yourself" down his throat.

"A horse would also fit somewhat more modestly than an exemplary match to a cramped one. That's what young people are like."

Especially now, I would like to forgive you for the smell of preaching and smudging. So it is this woman who can be described as a living example of a breaking heaven that is appropriate. I am an Alquarian, and I don't mind being the Marquis' next-door, albeit well-deserved, man, but his temperament is far from politics. Instead of being approached by others in isolation and unknowingly, you should take them in and keep them on your side.

"... Well, maybe it's time to get back to work with each other. Sometimes. Do you have any idea what a young man with rough spirits and strength would do?

"That's common for inexperienced recruits. A human being nearby without a thought, it also sprinkles on a woman. It would be tough if the Empire's Virgin reached out."

"Sir Barbastol. As for" good adults, "such mistakes have to be corrected. This is advice from 'Bad Adults'.... Hurry up."

"Ha ha."

Say no, Elisha's figure scratched out like the wind. I guess I hurried to Yongdu and the others.

Fantoni, left alone, looked up to heaven with a worried tannic surface.

"I do not know that you must burn the young men until they are plotted... Lord, you are also commanded to sin"

I'm sure I'll go to hell after I die. Even with that certainty, he just gave one zero sigh.

The sky continues to exhibit the same level of blue without knowing the thoughts of those who live in the earth.