Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 170

I was going to return early to East Lolmund to begin bringing Sir Kastoniev, my uncle of Eleanor, to my side, but I'm still in the Imperial City.

The reason is simple.

"Sir Weid, please tell us about the duel."

"Is it true that you have earned a number of honors at Miraraldia?"

Since the duel with the Earl, I've become a court celebrity.

It is almost a rare animal.

On the first day when he came to the Imperial City, he had a duel with the Earl class, and it was strange to beat him down with a single blow.

I feel that exotic aristocrats from Miraraldia are also adding to the rarity.

And just as much attention has been drawn to the rumor that "Sir Vade is an Eleanor, but a favorite of Prince Ashley."

The prince of the Holy Rolmund Empire, Ashley, is a person who will soon become emperor.

He is already doing most of his public affairs on behalf of the emperor of the bed.

If you become a favorite of that person, many people will want to get closer.

It's useless to get along with me.

I'm here to make Eleora an emperor.

I meet with messengers from other houses every morning before breakfast. Receive an invitation to lunch from the aristocrats. Spend time to accept or apologize for it.

And a lunch party. Then, another noble is invited to a tea ceremony, and another noble is invited to a dinner.

The food is delicious, but it won't be cramped anyway.

And the most annoying thing is this.

"Sir Weid. If you keep losing to the nobleman of the Noble Miraldia, we are the nobleman of the Lorumund noble.

Some nobles have begun to apply for duels almost every day.

Somehow Ski Count is a notorious psycho bastard, as is known by the name of "Blood Earl".

However, he was also the head of the venerable Countess.

It seemed to have stimulated the patriotism and merit of some aristocrats because it was blown away by a single blow.

According to rumors, he is recuperating at the Dniesk family's mountain cottage.

"Good Set"

As I stepped forward, I managed to grab the arm of the duel opponent.

Just before stepping on, the swordsman at the moment his forefoot is floating is unstable.

If I catch this moment, I can win.

However, capturing it is impossible without the dynamic vision of a werewolf and the agility enhanced by magic.

I have both, pulling his opponent's feet and pulling his wrist.

It is a technique of grandfather Wadd, a former mercenary.

"Wow !?"

My pull-in was added to the momentum I had stepped on, and my opponent's noble blew off.

Behind the magnificent fountain of Eleora's house, have him jump into it.

Shortly after the flashy splashes, the soaked noble staggered out.

I drew a sword there and slammed his tip over his nose.

The opponent fell on his knees and drowned.

"I'm losing ..."

The cheers of the aristocratic daughters and the maidens from the surrounding area, and I bowed lightly before reaching out to my opponent.

"Are you injured?"

"It's surprisingly intact ... except for self-esteem."

"We'll be preparing the food there. Let's have some tea afterwards."

I smiled and set him up and walked side by side.

Even the nobles of this nation are at odds with plots from morning till night, at the top over the throne.

The middle to lower aristocrats mainly consider their careers and positions. After all, it's about dawning and thinking about how to feed the people and servants.

So watching a duel seemed to be a good pastime.

Especially if one of your opponents is a foreign noble.

"Sir Weid, next duel with me!"

"No, I'm a promise."

"Lord Claudiff, you've just lost. I'm first."

Anything is good anyway ... but would you please at least after the meal?

I am a swordsman, so basically I can only fight with bare hands.

However, you can read the opponent's movements with the perception of a werewolf, and you can improve your physical abilities with enhanced magic, so if you are in a one-on-one duel style you can do something without changing.

Somehow, it won't change that the magician waswolf just bullying a human being.

Honestly, I feel a little guilty.

That's why I was treating my opponents with care, but that increased the number of challengers.

Everyone is bold when they realize that they will not die, and they will fight duels one after another.

`` Uhyowa oh !? ''

"The next one, please."

"Sir Weid, please!"

Some guys try to kill me seriously, but that's a bit of a rough treat like the fresh blood count.

But most aristocrats seem to come to test their skills and create memories of "fighting against foreigners."

I wonder if I'll stop because the schedule is squeezed ...

I'm doing a violent day every day, a record that has never been recorded in Rolmund's history.

The style of noble duel swordsmanship is fixed in the form of a sword, so it is no different from me who has been used to the battlefield doing promised training.

This time I also pull the saber and pour off the opponent's blade.

He brought the sword closer and pushed the opponent's sword up.

The body is empty.

He slammed with his tongue, and his opponent put on his bottom mochi.

I will put the tip of the saber there.

"Well, we came!"

It's going up.

I look around, lending my opponent a hand.

While watching my duel together, I enjoy tea and chatting. A good show.

In one corner of the duel garden, Grandfather Wadd was explaining to the loser of the previous duel.

"I was looking at the current battle, but ... I was glad to step in, but I'm sorry for being in my pocket."

"Old man, what is it?"

"The reason I grab my wrist is that my resentment just becomes rigid. If I pull back slowly, I'll do this ..."

"Wow !?"

I'm being thrown again.

A kite, surrounded by aristocratic daughters, came here while responding seriously to it.

"The young ladies were so enthusiastic that they wanted to invite Mr. Weid to tea ... but they all turned down."

"Oh, bad. Did you stay rude?"

"Yeah, I've carefully refused to be ashamed of the name of the Vice Knight."

"Thank you, I'm counting on you."

Even if it is difficult to refuse, it is easy to have a kite.

"So kite, how many more duels are there today?"

"I have a duel with the palace of Récommya .... that?"

The kite looks around.

Speaking of which, the atmosphere of the place is strange.

I was relaxed a while ago, but now I have a strange tension.

A man appeared there.

Rolmund's status is strictly defined, so you can easily identify yourself with his or her clothing and accessories. That's a low-ranking nobleman.

I remember him. He was a man who helped Earl Ski at the duel.

Apparently there is a connection of the other day.

The matter is, of course, a duel.

I got up and waited for him to walk here.