Since I’ve Reincarnated as the Villainess’ Father, I’ll Shower My Wife and Daughter in Love

How did this happen... I was so full of feelings.

"Come on -!

"Knight Commander!

"Good luck! Duke of Fall!"

What you hear from around you is cheer. The place is a fighting ground for the Knights of the Castle. In the middle of it, I have the seriousness for training in one hand, and in front of me, Viscount Gleese, the Knight Commander, stands with the same sword as me.

As I heard the cheers coming from around me, I looked at the situation and said.

"I didn't hear you had such an audience? Dear Serena."

"Oh? Isn't that nice?"

Serena answered my protest with a cool face.

"As the wife of the next Chancellor, I want you to know by now the greatest power in this country."

"Was it necessary to impose impossibility on this old body because of that?

"You want to move your body once in a while, don't you?

He's having such a conversation, but in short, when he went to see His Majesty the King, he told him where he'd heard from when he had such a conversation. He switched to the fact that Serena and I would make arrangements with the Knights Commander and spread rumors. Viscount Gleese was Viscount Gleese, and I admitted that was funny too, and as a result, I was framed for fighting Viscount Gleese.

"Oh, um... good luck. Duke of Fall."

"... thank you. Dear Selew."

And next to Master Serena, there was, naturally, Master Sellew. His Majesty and the Queen are busy, so I can't, but the second princess and the second prince are only coming to see it, and it stands out.

Well, I don't have to win anything, so I guess it's okay to get out of hand to a certain extent... and then I sigh thinking about passing it on to Laurier and Sasha from Serena and Selieu.

Honestly, I don't know how far I can stick to an active Knights Chief opponent... but I decided to give up if I had to do it with the intention of winning. At least if you're not serious and a wooden knife makes it easier...

"Well, get ready."

If you were thinking about that, the Knight of Judgement would say that to me and Viscount Grease. Put each other's swords on that word before sharpening their gaze. We stare at each other for a moment, and then - we start with a referee's signal.

"- Here we go!

"Huh!"

It was Viscount Gleese who popped up at the same time as that signal. He ran into us at a hell of a speed. I cut it from the bottom to Viscount Grise. But Viscount Gleese, as if he had been reading it, pays his feet intact when he avoids it.

"Kuh...!

I manage to avoid it and then I try to take a distance and see how to get out, but Viscount Gleese chases me to avoid allowing it. Right, left, right, left, top, bottom, top, top, bottom, they attack just endlessly. I feel my body slowly remembering as I manage to do so.

Well... apparently it was pretty dull.

"Ha!"

The decisive slaughter from the top, the inevitable, I take it from the front.

"What...?

Viscount Gleese, who thought it was decided, turns his eyes round to it. I said it with a smile on my face.

"Excuse me, at a slow start. I'm serious from here...!

Kin! And then I play the sword, and then I sharpen my gaze and slash it in with the intention of killing it. Whether the will had been conveyed, Viscount Grease replied with a smile.

"Superior! That's what a swordsmith is!

Kinkin 'kinks and the sound of metal hitting hard. We also make wind-cut noises because we're really waving our swords at each other. The audience is circling their eyes at the sight, but without worrying about that, me and Viscount Gleese get to kill each other for real.

I don't think there's supposed to be any qualities for battle geeks.

How many, dozens, hundreds of meetings we would have had. Sometimes we avoided it, sometimes we used other than swords to literally fight death and we only looked at each other. Viscount Grise said with a laugh as he pressed, thinking it was a sight that Sasha, Laurier and Mint couldn't even show Basil.

"Brilliant, sword ghost! It's so powerful I don't think I'm retired!

"As long as I'm happy to be praised by the Knights Commander."

Critical! and the sword claws with each other's power. Perhaps this sword is screaming at me and the power of Viscount Gleese. I can't help it because it's a cheap training sword, but I'll forget about it and meet with you.

Over and over again... but eventually the limits must have come. The blade tip cracked as the sword screamed in a clear way at several slaughters to forget about it and meet.

Bakin! and stop each other with a sword halfway down each other's throats when it sounds good.

"So far?

"Right."

Yes, exhale each other and lay down their swords. And the referee, who had been seen in this sight, said as if he had panicked.

"That's it! It's a draw!"

The venue thrives on the words. I sighed as I reflected on what I had done too much.