- Of the love that makes you, that love.
"Spirit god rare sylwia, claw the harp"
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"Come on, choose!
I took a wave of the presented rapiers, thinking that they would follow the warrior's manoeuvres properly around letting me choose the weapons first.
The opponent immediately took another swing.
The time is night.
A luxurious dance hall with golden candlesticks and red decorative cloth on the white wall.
The gentlemen and ladies are watching us in a noisy way.
What I'm facing is a pretty good looking young man with blonde hair behind him.
Is there only a little alcohol in it? My face is red and my breath stinks of alcohol.
He takes off his luxurious nightclub jacket and gives it to his confused squire.
It would be a consideration not to break it more than it would move hard from now on.
I also quickly took off my blue nightclub clothes jacket and got into a white shirt - and then I got in trouble.
He hasn't brought in a squire to keep.
"Uh, excuse me"
Turn around.
Beyond that...
"……… Yes, Knight."
There was a young woman. I think you're a little older than I am when I'm nineteen by the count.
Its black dress is designed to expose the white shoulder so boldly that it is unintentionally dodgy.
Beautifully knotted dark hair, neat nostrils.
Notably, the color of the eyes.
One is a mysterious purple garden colour and the other is a golden feeling of evil, reminiscent of Varakhiaka.
- Iris heterochromia.
Those eyes that are sucked in.
And on a thin red drawn poor lip, a line of glossy curved neck muscles.
On a thin dress ground, a fleshy chest - discreetly distracted, aware that his gaze had flowed unexpectedly.
"What can I do for you?
A voice that wobbles with slight sadness, seemingly sympathy and listening to what I say.
The trembling grin of the upper hand has a color and luster that somehow, unexpectedly, catches my eye.
- I thought it was horrible to be a high-end whore.
One gesture, hand gesture, and neck tilting motion makes me feel brilliantly guided by my gaze and impression.
I honestly feel more horrible than the dueling opponent I'm going to have to do for some reason.
If you just look at the situation, it's kind of too sticky to defend the beauty on her back and duel... Hi, my spine is soggy.
"... Sorry for the inconvenience, could you keep it"
"Happy."
When I asked for a folded jacket, she was happy to keep it for me.
In the meantime, the jacket problem has been cleared up.
And then...
"Why don't you stop?
"What, did you cower? Ha, the dragon killer brave!?
"…… You seem to be soaking up alcohol, and if you're playing, it's too much"
Though I was going to suggest darkly that you decide to play drunk.
When he laughed with his nose, on a white tablecloth, colorful dishes were arranged and he grabbed a long desk with a candle fire swinging...
With a wind-cut knife, he cut the tip of the beeswax on the gorgeous candlestick diagonally.
The tip of the beeswax blows up vigorously, and the fire goes out of its core, which rolls onto the floor, and the smoke rises.
Bright cross section of candles.
Though he was intoxicated, his surroundings wandered to the sharp sword muscle.
"I'm serious."
"... is it Master Left"
Then I don't know what else to do.
I also walked over to the table and shook my rapier toward the right beeswax.
- Nothing happens.
"…… Ha, is that empty?
The confusion around wild horses meshed and the ridicule of the dueling opponent approximate.
I gently pinched the top of the beeswax and lifted it to appeal to the surrounding area.
- It's out (...).
He threw the blade straight through the upright candle and cut it so beautifully that it didn't seem cut at first glance.
… you and I have a difference in arms, which is an appeal.
A twitch occurs before doubling, and the dueling opponent trembles as a mess.
Of course, I know it's not a situation where you pull back with such a threat, and vice versa, it's only a provocation.
- I appealed to my surroundings.
When I saw this difference in strength, I wondered if anyone could put in the only help boat to avoid the death or injury of the dueling opponent.
I look around slowly, but apparently, no one is coming into arbitration.
Very troubled.
Apparently, really, it's the only way to do it.
"In honor"
The other young man brings the pattern and the fist guard area in front of his face with Rapier's cuttings pointing toward heaven to take a gratuitous trick.
If this happens, I'll have to respond.
I bring my fist guard in front of my face as well, and I take the trick of thanking you.
Usually used, it's a duel by fine swordsmanship, unlike the courtesy of a warrior on the border.
"With the good gods, in honor"
The duel began immediately, along with an end to formal gratitude.
The next moment, I had to be stunned.
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Young man's sharp step in.
Rapier's tip looms like a snake's tongue.
- Better than expected (...), the third stage is disease (...).
"Huh!"
If you blade along with the wind cut sound, play.
But keep going, two blades, three blades...
The clear sound of swordwind roaring and well-sticking quality steel meeting each other echoes softly.
I roared in my heart as I laid a rapier with my right hand alone and responded with a fine sword technique with my left hand on my hip.
Obviously, it's not a drunken sword.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Ah!
Though it makes you look drunk, it's even primal.
The red tide on your cheeks is makeup? Is it possible that the exhalation smells like alcohol, even distilled liquor was deliberately included in the mouth?
"Ha!
"!"
He paid for a tweezer aimed at his right leg, returned his wrist and aimed for a poke, but was bounced off.
Continuously, the blade swings vertically and horizontally in momentum with little sight of the sword body, the steel tears together and the spark explodes.
The crowd's stiffness grew stronger in the reward of the flashy spear.
Rapier swordsmanship to reward you at super high speeds, like challenging the limits of the reflex nerve, and the delicate dueling rules of winning if you let your blood bleed in even one place, are quite unusual.
When I do this, I turn my left hand behind me, put up a sword with one of my right hands, and take steps with a complete half-body (solder). I also understand the rationality of this structure.
- I wonder how far it was set up, this.
I decided to raise my gear to the boulder, even though I was swallowed up.
Whatever it is, winning is better than losing, and my Highness and I will be protected.
"Ha!
"!?
He wields the rapier with force and forcefully hits the blade.
Unlike previous clear sounds, a cloud-mixed stir sounded and the opponent's sword opened wide with each arm.
More powerful, and faster, another blow to the opponent's sword in a rush to recover.
He takes his arm even bigger and his opponent gets upset.
A duel by Rapier is a super fast and delicate world.
I'll admit it.
- But still, if there is violence from an untrained muscle, most things will be resolved!
After using speed and skill properly, the opponent quickly became disadvantaged when he pushed it to the ground with more muscle strength than the opponent.
Once this still happens, I'm still holding them to as much power as I was when I was a true human, so they don't rely too much on dragon power, which means they don't have enough muscle training.
Step in once and for all with a blow thrust out of misery.
I was sorry to scratch the other person's shoulder while letting them fall from a distance close to each other.
"Grr!
The shirt rips and the Zhu seeps.
The muscle called the deltoid muscle, which covers the shoulder, is one of the thickest and thickest of the many muscles in the upper body.
Even if I gently slash it at the tip of the rapier, I feel safe because it is difficult to get serious enough.
As soon as the victory conditions were met, I pulled the blade and distanced myself.
to high-speed interactions, many of the surrounding audiences, without knowing what was going on.
"Looks like you've got legs! Again, a little too much alcohol!
And speak louder.
A fallen opponent looked at this one with his eyes round.
"I think I hooked my shoulder to the blade when I fell... and you, treat your husband immediately"
And when I urged the other party's squire, the squire also approached me in such a way as to be afraid.
"……… You're scared of alcohol."
Reaching out, they took my hand unexpectedly and honestly.
Help wake up…………
"I salute you."
And he whispered those words in a small voice.
As it remained quiet, the youth nobleman was escorted by his squire and exited from the dance hall.
When I returned Rapier to one of my servants, I murmured in my mind.
In the audience, I can see His Highness Ethel.
You're cramping your cheeks, but, uh, either you're laughing or your face is pulling.
I wish it were the former, I think.
"- If. Um, are you hurt?
"Yeah, luckily."
Turning to his modest voice, he had a black dress girlfriend.
Fine whore (Courtisan).
Master of harp chess writing, the hua of social circles - one who sells laughter and spring.
"Yes......... good. I'm relieved."
Flashy, blossoming grin.
But I wonder how many of them are genuine and how many of them are acting.
It's kind of out of God's revelation or something, and my back is freaking out.
It wasn't a direct feeling of oppression like Valachiaka, but a fiercely poisonous snake or bug in my clothes when I noticed it, chills like that.
"Again, may I ask your knight's name?"
"... my name is William G. Maribrad. Lady."
"Well! Then again, you are…… I am asking about your high name."
Placing her hand on her chest and telling her so, she opened her eyes and opened her mouth elegantly, even surprised, in such a way.
Then, place the gorgeous fan on your lips with it closed,
"Master William. - Please, call me Lunaria."
I said that in a relaxed voice, like crawling my brain.
That voice that a man might accidentally climb up, that trick that fills the distance to be softly embarrassed.
But what springs up against it was not favor, agitation, or romance.
- Scary.
Somehow this guy is more scared than Rapier's cutting-edge.
It's very beautiful, very sweet, but...
I feel like I am intimately attached to someone with a fiercely poisonous dagger (Assassins Dagger).
... I wonder how this happened to me as I felt the signs of His Highness Ethel approaching me.