After the duel.

His Royal Highness, the king's brother with gray hair, walks over, approaching the audience scrambling far away.

... I'm cramping my cheeks.

"My Lord, my deepest apologies."

"What happened?

"Oh, uh, I'm afraid, Your Highness. Please don't scold me, William."

Mr. Lunaria mingled with the conversation knowing his disrespect.

"William, take refuge in me………"

"……… a vow to God."

"Yes. You can't just break all this"

Then His Highness Ethel took a deep breath.

Honestly, I thought I couldn't help being furious - this guy is very quick to talk to.

If you think reprimanding is pointless, you don't do anything pointless.

"I don't know where anyone is, but you chose an unusually rough hand. … but it was quite elegantly cut through."

And His Highness Ethel whispered and laughed.

"When it comes to Samuel from Baron Sanford's house, he's a rapist who can get into five fingers in court."

"Not enough muscle strength building"

Likewise answering that in a low voice, His Highness clapped his hand and laughed.

Then laughing at Mr. Lunaria, he looked around at the audience,

"Looking forward to it, my knight seems to have disturbed you! You're a perfectly envious man to go up to the capital and fulfill yourself over a beautiful woman!

Open your arms and tell the truth, Your Highness.

A favorable laugh occurs.

"Apparently I won the favor of a beautiful woman, let me tell this teasing man a lot later from me. - But for one thing, applaud the proud duel!

With that said, a sparse applause arose, which eventually became a big applause.

With that in mind, the performance of the instrument, which had stopped in a dueling noise, was resumed.

The atmosphere of the nightclub returns.

A few of them, hand in hand around the center of the dance hall, began to dance loosely and gracefully.

"- Hmm. How about Sir Dance, too?

"……… Are you kidding me?

"Are you kidding me? Sir is a winner, you have to behave like a winner."

"Someone to dance with in the first place."

"Isn't he here?"

…………

"Isn't he there?"

I looked at him without thinking.

Uh, I understand what you're saying.

"- You're here, right (...)?

With a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows, His Highness glanced over his shoulder.

"Even if I know. That's why."

"I won't lie to you."

"Never mind."

Interacting quickly - I was ready and turned around.

I smile softly at her impressive iridescent (heterochromia) and offer her a terrifying hand.

"Mr. Lunaria. - If you don't mind, could you dance?

"Yes, gladly. William."

She laughs, like a blooming blossom.

... Really, if you only look at the picture, how can you be quite a fine hero, Tanmei? Just look at the picture.

The songs that could be played were graceful, slow tempo, and bright.

The magnificent chandelier is engraved with "The Word of Light", illuminating the area brightly.

On a beautiful, smooth stone floor.

I took Mr. Lunaria's white hand and danced.

When you turn your hand around your hips, you can see that you are in a much thinner - or creased shape.

…………

Unfortunately, the palpitations are slightly faster.

Since I decided to go up to the capital, I've learned a lot about dancing, so I don't have a problem with dancing.

Honestly, I don't have immunity to women.

It's not really a gala to take a hand and dance with a perfectly dressed fleshy woman.

To my bewildering appearance, she holds up her poor lips in front of me and laughs at me like a prank.

I smiled back.

"So, you're a guru too, right?"

With a slight look on his face and a slight whisper, Mr. Lunaria made him jump on his shoulder.

The footprint is a little messy.

Gently re-stand and re-dance.

From the people around you, it would only look a little fuzzy.

She looked at me with her moist eyes.

Scared, frightened, begging for forgiveness, an uplifting with a little charm.

…………

I ignore that, brilliant act (...) and stare into my eyes.

After a while, Mr. Lunaria took a small breath.

"Horrible people."

"This is my line."

Return the words appropriately while thinking that you acknowledge the percentages very well.

I don't know whose muscle writing it is, but this is probably the flow.

First of all, on my side, who often acted alone, Mr. Lunaria played the schematic of a pathetic woman caught up in a drunken man and asked him for help.

If we don't get lost with this here and help her, "the deed, not to the Holy Knight," he said to the seed of the scandal.

If I helped, I helped. So, now I can bring the momentum of the field into a duel.

If I bring it into the duel, now Mr. Samuel, who pretended to be a drunk, breaks and dumps his scalp and hits me.

Dueling rules for unfamiliar Rapier swordsmanship, and an ambush to act as a drunken man and invite him to be caught off guard, in a way that completely fits the trap.

Now if I lose, I can hustle and hustle "The Holy Knight Losing to the Drunken" and lack of strength.

If you had ruined Mr. Samuel or cursed him to frustrate his pride by overturning his disadvantage and making me win, you would not be spared the treatment of "savages who don't even know how to duel".

And last.

If you don't step on these mines and beat elegantly - Mr. Lunaria, who is a hero saved by a hero, has an excuse to approach me.

Poor, pathetic woman involved.

I wave my sword with refreshment and help, overwhelming the bad guy and victorious myself.

And a shameful but aggressive approach from the woman who saved...

Well, yeah.

I wonder if anyone who was born with a man would admire it, and it would be a situation where he would never fantasize about it.

So, in that situation...... how far would you suspect a woman who fights and rescues herself and still appeals to favor head-on?

Wouldn't it be a human being who wants to believe as much as possible?

- A pinch of sweet pit (honey trap).

Even if I can read this far, I can't blatantly reject her.

Help, and be ruthless with the person you favor, now you can cast a bad review in a way that's like "disturbing a woman's favor, a wild, innocent guy".

Therefore, I am forced to respond to this pretentious luxury whore (Courtisan) quite a bit.

And if you can place a breathing pawn on the side of an important person, you can connect it next.

"Quite skillful."

A very good measure is that, as it turns out, you can get quite a bit of it no matter how you fall.

And even if you fall as badly as you can imagine, there's no great risk.

In this case, Mr. Samuel lost to me, but he was drunk on alcohol and involved in a female rub, and he was the hero of the border, the Dragon Killer's "End of the Holy Knight".

That would have some reprimands and bad reviews, but I'm not an exceptionally dishonorable opponent where I lost, and many people laugh at the extent to which young people spend alcohol dueling.

The target is a cleric with the protection of God, so he doesn't strike a merciless blow at the drunk opponent for his heart or neck. The risk of death is limitless.

Complete victim treatment to Mr. Lunaria. There is no evidence of a consignment, and there will be no recourse.

In other words, the side I set up takes very little risk, and this one is forced to take quite a bit of risk.

It's an exemplary measure.

"Is that your plan?

"Now, what do you think?

With a smile of good luck, Step.

As I stepped in step with her, she turned around.

The hem of a black dress with a hint and glossy black hair flicker.

On her face as she turned around, a smile like a flower.

"Do you see such a horrible woman?"

For once, I had the distinction of not giving a clear answer.

"... Your Highness Ethel isn't sweet, is he?

Of course, measures are overwhelmingly more advantageous to set up.

Because the preemptive side has the right to set up whenever and wherever they want.

Therefore, Your Highness did not anticipate any measures to discredit me by causing a duel here, per se.

But he told me to dance.

That is that one.

- Someone somewhere has declared hostility, set me up, and placed the pawn, so let me dance as an opponent so I don't know, let me swim.

Your Highness's words just now are these instructions.

If you know that it is tied to an enemy, you know that there is a way to use it.

I said, "I won't lie to you." It was also a declaration that you can't imitate anything so clever that you can swim unconsciously.

"You're also kind."

Mr. Lunaria blinked and smiled at my words in different colors.

- Probably a real laugh this time.

As a matter of fact, I was planted in gas, and by general standards, I was an exceptional wizard... plus I even joined the power of dragons... I can read some lies instead of not lying.

The Word of Creation is a powerful word.

The power of the Word weakens if you lie.

And the Western common language today is a distant descendant of the Word of Creation.

- So I can somehow tell by my senses whether or not "serious" occurs in the voices that people utter.

Honestly, it is due to the memory of my past life and this power that I, who also come from the gentlest end of my life, can read the situation to a certain extent.

... This is also why Mr. Lunaria felt slightly scared at first.

Favorable and adorable words and tricks.

None of that, the lack of "seriousness" is quite scary.

Do you know how it feels to be repeatedly told in a bar-reading that people with no expression have no sense of a wizard?

So, to some extent, they're crossing each other.

... but that's why I'm not so sweet to think I can roll a high-end prostitute (Courtisan) in the palm of my hand.

Like I have muscle, magic, God's blessing, she has skill, acting, and bargaining skills.

The point is, she works out her facial expressions, her body lines, and her hands in a different direction than I do.

People who work out are strong. Even though it is somewhat compatible at first sight, it should not be insulted.

Easy reason.

"A good wizard is not an exaggeration of a poet, either, really.... can you spot words without a problem?

Look, I've already been read.

A small nod to the exploring gaze.

"You know very well."

"Alas."

And she laughed.

"Sometimes you talk to a wizard."

That means you also know how to entertain people without lying, convince them of something, and get them to rise, you know.

Soon the advantage of first sight disappears and is dealt with.

That's why people who work out are scared. The local power is solid and the range of responses is wide.

- A graceful, slow tempo, bright song ends with a lingering finish.

I grabbed her hand with a courteous trick and gave her my thanks. [M]

She also returns a thank you.

"See you later."

When she left, she stuffed up with me. [M]

As it was harmless, she responded with no harm. Then she stretched her back and left a mouthful on my cheek.

"Will you thank me again soon? Holy Knight."

- When I left, I smelled slightly sweet.

It smells like summer flowers, white fiiré flowers.

I think I left a smile in return and walked away from her in a delicate way.

It seemed far away that His Highness Ethel was sneering.