Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Hustled and ready to go to the castle, Currier Verstein was on his way to St. Renouncered's Castle as he was rocked by a carriage.

The raucous sun is pouring down on the king's capital.

A vibrant city.

Even though there has been an incident of the occupation of the fort, the king's capital is at peace.

- That's a big difference from where the orphanage was.

Currier was in awe as he looked out the window.

and

"... is there anything on my face?

Currier asked Ira, who had been sending a hot glance at her earlier.

"Huh? Ah... Oh, sorry, did I bother you?

Eyebrow butt down and Ira laughs bitterly.

"What's up?

"Hmm... Currier is beautiful after all,"

"Nzu -"

Did the wheel even get up on the stone?

Cancer, the carriage rocked all the time.

"What the hell, from a stick to a stick"

Hehe, and Ira cheers.

"The dress looks great, too."

"... is that right?

"Yeah, it's like a goddess in a myth"

"That's just too exaggerated..."

Currier checked his outfit as he paid off his dripping hair.

A white dress that feels calm but luxurious.

Golden embroidery runs everywhere and is embellished with meticulous lace.

but the hem is long and very hard to move, just like the dress I had when I was in the Sheeras bathroom.

I appreciate the less exposure than the red dress I wore before, but still this unfamiliar outfit was enough to thrust Currier into depression and anxiety.

When I first saw myself in appearance, honestly, my teeth floated.

I got a weird laugh.

Who is it?

Who the hell is this woman?

... Let's go home.

It's holiday.

It's the day when people take the day off.

That's right.

Let's go back to the girls' quarters like this and get some quiet sleep......

So determined to get out of the room, Ira and Mia stood in front of her with a disturbing grin.

An unpleasant praise repeated without interruption and a moderate scolding.

Persuasion involving crohiko that is occasionally plugged in.

I couldn't stand that corrugated attack.

Pick the end of something like a glove that goes all the way around the elbow, and hey, pull it.

- Which nobleman, at all.

Currier sighed, ha.

"Oh, you know, Currier"

"Hmm?"

Ira, sitting in the front seat, leaned over and called out.

"Atashi, it's good to be friends with Currier."

"With me?

"At first... I thought I was a little scared. Remember that mock game?

"Uh, that one"

I think I've said something like, "I can kill all the people in this room with a simulated sword."

Of course, it wasn't clear, it was true, and there was an intention to turn Fiburg's mind on himself, but now it does seem like he's gone too far.

"But? There was something about Operation Giant Crusade and the Sheeras Baths, and it turns out he's really a very sweet guy. And Currier... we don't really like the atmosphere we all have, do we?

Currier, in contrast, could not argue immediately.

Because Ira's right, she's never good at it.

"But even though Currier looked bad, he never looked bad"

"... you look at people unexpectedly well, you"

"Haha, what do you think? I'm not aware of you."

Nevertheless, is it a subtle place?

If you are sensitive to people's feelings, even if you are aware of Fiburg's feelings. It is so.

but soon Currier reconsidered.

Yes, it was.

Human beings who become extremely dull only for heterosexual favors also existed in the world.

…………

Like someone else.

Ira dropped her gaze on it as she lay her hands on both knees.

"But I do think there may be a little sensitivity to others. Atashi is a lot of things in the relationship between houses... because sometimes I get tired."

"Is that what this is about?

While returning the reaction, I recall Ira saying something like, I have to have lunch with my senior classmates at home relationship.

"Yeah...... but right? When I'm with the Curiers, I'm kind of relieved to be myself, you know?"

"Hmm, you have one, too, you know."

Relationships between nobles are felt to be of a different kind than those between themselves and the people of the six houses.

I guess each has its own difficulty getting along.

The trouble is, well, they're both the same.

Ira laughed as she put her hands on the back of her head to fix it.

"Oh, haha, no, it's not even that serious, is it? Sorry, I was talking weird. But... Currier and Crohiko are particularly comfortable talking."

"Whatever he is... me?

"Yeah. Currier doesn't feel like he's faking himself. I mean... he's straight. I don't know how to say this, but I'm so relieved."

"I'm straight, huh?"

I wonder, Currier thinks.

In my case, it was false from the beginning.

At first he hid that he was from the Sixth Chamber.

The road to enrollment is also a substitute that can never be described as a superior means.

I've also done a lot of things that Ira and... Crohiko don't know or don't want to be known about.

But I had no choice.

Everything was to live.

And, Ira rode herself out and offered me her right hand.

Currier looks at Ira's hand as offered.

"Shake hands?

I make sure Ira gets a little carried away and laughs at it.

"So... keep it up, you know?

"... oh"

Currier held back the muddy Ira's hand.

It was a warm hand.

"Then again, thank you. Operation Giant Crusade and join me in the Sheeras Baths."

"Tell Crohiko if you're grateful. He's the one who connected you to me."

"Oh, yeah. And, of course, you're grateful to Crohiko, right?

"But, well..."

Currier put a little effort into his hands.

"Let me thank you too. The same goes for today, and, you know, I don't know... I'm so grateful you accepted me like this"

"Ugh."

Ira smiled like a flower blossomed.

"How are you doing?"

As each other's hands separated, Ira returned to her seat and stroked her chest down as the tension eased more.

"Haha, something like this lights up...... but good. Because there hasn't been much about being alone with Currier before. I wanted to thank you very much for this opportunity."

Then Ira started looking out the window in a good mood.

The expression has a mixed feeling of tickling.

I guess I got a little lit up and let my gaze slip out the window.

Ira was also wearing a dress today.

It's a thin, bluish-looking dress with a fluffy look.

My hair is in one piece behind me and I wear my usual earrings on my ears

Tailoring that is not flashy but gives a sense of elegance.

It showed up slightly more adultly than the usual Ira.

Still, Currier looks at Ira and feels that she's exactly the 'girl'.

Cecili Arklite is just a heterogeneous girl and Ira deserves to be called beautiful enough too.

Her loving, naive personality would be one of the attractions.

I have some regrets, but when I saw Crohiko and Ira together, I honestly sometimes felt Currier looked good on me.

A cheer, I mean.

There's an air that makes me want to watch you accidentally.

Most importantly, Ira herself has an unpleasant personality.

When I was early in school, I had the feeling that my nerves were strained because of the heavy pressure in the house, but when I opened the lid, I was actually a very simple and intimate girl.

I don't know, there's some direct, sweet side to it, but I don't feel uncomfortable watching it.

On the contrary, he has the charm that makes me want to support him.

In short, Currier had admitted to himself that he was fond of Ira.

Currier sees a palm still slightly of Ira's fever.

- That kind of fellow made me do it, too.

Look at Ira's side.

- I'm glad I came to the Renault thread.

Currier thought that way, returning a soft smile to Ira, who was about to smile.

A white castle stands on the hill.

Wall around the castle.

Cylindrical watchtower.

I see some more spires.

And it is the Holy Tree, which is also the symbol of this country, that the castle, which drifts with cleanliness, carries on its back.

Currier was also the first person to look up close this way, but I thought he didn't know what it was like to unwittingly fall for the beauty.

As you climb through the gentle cobblestone slopes stretching up to the castle above the high ground, the castle gates await you in luxurious sculptures.

Water moat patrolled the perimeter of the castle.

Is it the water that is brought from the holy tree?

The water was badly clear.

The water, reflecting the falling sun, is gently brilliant.

A carriage crosses the bouncing bridge passed over it.

The castle gatekeeper stopped the carriage.

Mainly, the castle soldiers wore silver breasts, helmets, etc.

Beyond the open castle gate is like a little square, and when you go ahead the giant door seems to let you in the castle.

Well-maintained grasshoppers and artwork stone statues were seen in the square.

"Something's wrong."

The curiers were eating the stops while the gatekeepers stopped them earlier.

When Ira asks his lord,

"Hi, something seems to have happened at the North Gate... more info, I don't know"

and the answer came back.

Even as your wife, she scratches her neck with a weakened face as if it were an unexpected situation.

Looking out the window, the soldiers did come and go in a hurry.

Speaking of which, about in front of entering the castle, I also think I could see a saintly tree man running through an alley with a horse...

Sure, I also remember seeing soldiers flying horses to the castle.

Should I wait like this?

Currier opened the door and went outside.

"If you're good enough to tell me what happened, it's good"

Grab and ask one of the gatekeepers who is having a conversation in a bewildered manner.

"Um, can I ask you something?

"Hmm? Oh, oh."

As soon as I acknowledged Currier's appearance, the gatekeeper lost his word.

"Is something wrong?

…………

Seeing, the other gatekeepers turn to Currier with their mouths half-opened like an abalone.

"Um... I'm asking if something's happened"

"Huh? Oh, uh... yes, Master Currier Verstein, it was. Uh, the Holy King's, your guest's..."

Bad tooth cut response.

All the soldiers I was talking to looked strangely red, whether they were informed of the critical situation or even excited.

Currier freaked out a little.

Even at times like this, you can't act as a castle gatekeeper without hurrying to calm down.

"Hey."

One of the soldiers behind me smashed the back of the soldier who was questioned by Currier, feeling like he had finally returned to me.

"Oh well."

Here, the soldier's expression was tightened.

"Ki, at the north gate - he said he showed up."

"Appeared? What the hell happened?

A soldier returning to his tense face spit only and looked out towards the North Gate.

"Honestly, I don't have a sense of reality yet... Four Homicides, let's just say"

Uniquely, the sense of urgency has returned to the soldiers.

"Four Homicides appeared at the North Gate."

After a while, anger finally began to fly among the soldiers.

"Hey, they're really here for the Four Homicides!

"Are you all right!? You're gonna be okay!? There are Knights of the Sacred Tree in Wangdu!?

"But Captain Sochute and Lieutenant Deares are not here right now with the recapture of the fort!?

"Lord Vanstos will be there! Than that, what about the king!?

"It's all right! The king has both the Kingsguard and Master Wagnus!

"Doh, what do we do!? We fight too!?

"I don't know! I can't believe the Four Homicides struck Wang Du in the first place... what am I supposed to do!?

Obviously, I can see the air has changed compared to earlier.

At a certain moment, the degree of urgency grew.

The seriousness of the situation would have propagated and exploded all at once.

That is the sense of crisis in a catastrophic threat, which cannot be surprisingly held until just before.

"Waiting for swallows here, that doesn't seem like a good idea"

Currier looked to the school, which looked far away, as he arms beside the carriage.

"School's better, don't worry about it"

There must be crohiko over there today.

Currier asked his lord if he could take a carriage to the school.

But he refused, saying so, that he could not renounce his duty here, and that it would be safer to be in this castle if, above all, the Four Homicides really appeared.

Ira asked, leaning against the carriage and rethinking.

"What do we do, Currier?

"Walk back, huh? But given the likelihood of encounters along the way, I'd like a weapon."

It was just tough to bring weapons into the carriage to meet the Holy King's people.

Besides, I just didn't think it was going to be a matter of needing a weapon.

Of course, you can fight on foot without your favorite sword, and there's a technique.

Local procurement is also possible.

That's what I was thinking.

But...

"Four Violent Disasters... Are you sure you're here"

If we were to deal with that Four Felonies...... I still want Livergate on hand.

But Livergate is in her own room in the women's quarters.

and

"Is it Lord Currier Verstein who is there!?

I saw one horse running toward us.

Coming up the hill.

On the saddle is the Sacred Tree Knights... a member of the Sacred Tree Knights?

I wondered why he was calling his name, Currier wondered.

The saint walked a little through the castle gate - stopping beside the carriage.

"I'm late, I'm from the Knights of the Holy Tree."

"Currier is me, anything?

"From Our Knights Lord Venstos Troia, I have a message for you"

Vanstos Troia.

Bashkarta's brother.

I remember seeing each other when I asked about the situation.

Unlike his young, deserted brother, he was an impressionable man such as a spiritual samurai with courtesy.

I remember him as the bearer of a personality worthy of strength.

The Knights on the Horse gave a glance at the North Gate with a rubbing look on his face, he said.

"The Knights of the Holy Tree, led by Lord Venstos, are currently engaged with the Four Homicides. So, I'd like to ask you for help. The same request must be made to Lord Sagara Krohiko."

Currier's brow moves.

"Even to Crohiko?

"One of the killers in the example, from driving that killer back with a curse... as a force of war, he wants help"

"... yeah, right"

I didn't know.

Even now the Knights of the Holy Tree lack the main force in the matter of the fort.

If so, it is also necessary to snort at Crohiko, the curse man, and himself, who named himself a native of the Sixth House.

As a candidate, I'm not wrong.

And Crohiko would help.

Of course there is a possibility that the school director will stop......

Besides, Currier thought.

Is Cecily okay?

You should be going to the city today.

I do hear you're planning a meal with your grandfather.

Will Sieg or Hilgis be with you?

I'm worried about you.

I hope you're safe and evacuated.

Currier turned his thoughts around.

And

"Okay."

The look of relief lights up on the members' faces.

"Lord Currier... thank you"

Even if I defeat the Four Felonies, I won't have to worry about Cecily or Crohiko.

If we head to the North Gate, we might be able to rendezvous with Crohiko there.

Of course, it is unknown whether my powers apply to the Four Violent Disasters... but most importantly, I leave Vanstos Troia alone in this situation, because I can feel it.

…………

It would still have gotten sweeter, Currier thought.

but soon shake off the clutter.

Currier looked up at the members on the horse.

"I just need one favor"

"What is it"

"I don't mind if you do, but I'd like someone from the Knights of the Sacred Trees to get my Sacred Devil's Sword from my room in the girls' quarters in the school. The costume box is double bottom and the lid can be removed immediately"

"So Lord Currier went to the North Gate first?

"Yeah. You won't have time to be back to school. But if the opponent becomes a quadruple evil, the Holy Devil's Sword will be needed as a weapon."

"Okay. Then give me my sword here, and your sword will be mine... no, but"

"What?

"When it comes to costume boxes... you should still ask the women's crew -"

What are you saying at a time like this?

"Things are happening, if you can go, you'll be quick to go"

Currier flies his gaze toward the castle, which increases his haste.

"And at the request of the Knights of the Holy Trees, it will be too soon, from you, so that the soldiers here can lend me their horses -"

At that time, a shadow rumbled on the ground.

Next, boom, and a heavy wind-cut sound.

And

What the fuck.

A saint on a horse was crushed by something enormous, every horse.

"... Huh?

Ira, her lord, and the soldiers had faces that did not know what had happened.

There was only one Currier, who quickly understood who that huge something was.

Wrinkles on nature and eyebrows.

Stabbing into the cobblestone was... a giant, great sword.

It looked familiar.

This sword belongs to the man...

Vanstos, of Troia......

That is.

Currier turns to the direction where the sword flew by the mountain.

From across the gentle slope, I saw a shadow walking this way.

I see my head, then my torso shows up.

And that great shadow came to the distance that the whole body could see.

The tall man had another giant sword in his right hand and was dragging it.

"Oh, looks like you hit it. Mm-hmm. I can see you have all the good faces from a distance. Stunning view, stunning view. I was wondering if you were ready under despair... or, uh, a little early? Should I have pulled more?

Blue hair in the sun.

Crowded blue coat.

I wear glasses.

It may be an illusion, but its body looked dizzy and big.

"Oh, that sword...... no way"

Looks like one of the soldiers noticed.

"Va, Lord Vanstos, of...?

"Huh?"

Another soldier rounds his eyes.

"Well, then maybe... the Knights of the Holy Tree have already..."

The faces of the soldiers are stained with fear and despair.

Currier pulled his sword out of his waist as he mourned the death of a saint who would have died without knowing anything.

There is blood on the pattern.

Shi Jing Sword.

Luxury, I can't tell you.

It's what we have now, and we have to do it.

"Ira."

"Ugh, yeah, what?

"If possible, stay inside the castle and evacuate me to a safe place. I'll deal with him."

"Currier, if that's the case, then Atashi..."

"No."

Currier cut it off.

I'm glad to feel it, but not in Ira.

The man is - strong.

Overwhelmingly.

"Please, Ira"

"Currier......"

"Because of that, I have more friends."

I could tell Ira was breathtaking.

"So I want you to protect me."

Currier gently closes his eyes and sharpens his nerves.

For some reason, it's Hibigami's words that have inadvertently come back to my brain.

- That's it, Currier!

- That's where I am!

- You can always go back to 'no one'!

Bring your breath closer to rest.

Pushing unwanted emotions deep.

Slowly, open your eyes.

"Oh, whenever..."

Currier did not put too much effort into it, but laid his sword loosely.

"Go back and do it."