Sword Master, Becomes a failed student

Philip III, king of Zenas, was truly a great man.

I was fluent in academic studies since I was young because my head was bright, and my muscles were good and I showed considerable talent in sword skills.

The people were also great and did not hesitate to try. Soon after he grew up to be a great king, he accumulated spectacular achievements.

I trained powerful knights and fixed the poor financials. Great inner circle and outstanding diplomacy made me beloved among nobles and commoners.

His reputation peaked when he led the Knights of the Golden Lion to take down Castle Marwan. People on the continent praised Philip III by calling him "the knight of knights," "the king of knights."

“Lord Promhart · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The knee of such a great king touched the ground.

It was just to get a closer look at the person lying on the bed, but it didn't even make sense.

No matter how sick you are, who can lower Philip III's position?

Even if it was only a peacock in the country, it was not possible. Perhaps the knights around him, not the king, were the ones who put the blasphemy first.

But not now.

No prince, no queen, no savior.

Others, pillars of the kingdom of Jennas, did not blame the rudeness of the sick.

He was Philippe III's oldest because he was loyal, Sir Ryan Fromhardt.

“Lord Promhart, wake up. Shouldn't you wake up and share a drink with me? · · · · · · ”

The voice of the knight king did not stop to eat.

I had to.

Although a knight from the eunuch responsible for escorting the queen and the princess, Ryan Promhart was a larger figure for Philip III.

He was the one who gave himself realization of the sword.

He was the one who beat up the repulsive horsemen with himself.

He also saved his life from the Demon King.

If Ryan Fromheart hadn't prevented the Demon King's whip, Philip III would have surely been lying here wandering the perimeter.

‘I was going to give you a new position as a director of the Black Leopard Knights · · · · · · ·. ’

Bondi's welcoming knights are so humble that they are unable to serve as knight captains.

Lion Fromheart was also a sodmaster. His skills and accomplishments were so great that no one in the kingdom could keep up, but this decision almost cost him a lot of rebellion.

Nevertheless, it didn't matter. Knight King Philip III had no choice but to push his thoughts forward and pledge his allegiance to Ryan Promhart.

Of course, it was useless to come now.

The doctor dares to make a small voice without even making eye contact.

“Your Majesty. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“I think you need to prepare yourself. ”

“Phew · · · · · · · · Of course the sky is also careless. Why did you pick up the brightest star for me so soon? ”

A drop of tears fell from Philippe III's closed eyes.

Despite his grief, the time for separation is fast approaching.

The king looks at the bed and says, "The king is more breathless and hardened."

“Ser Promhart. I'm sorry. I'm sending you away for no good reason. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“But I will do whatever it takes to hear your will. If you have something on your mind, say it openly. ”

“It's okay · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“No. I'm not just saying that. My name, my honor, my sword. ”

The words of Philip III surprised the prince and the two ducs.

This was the first time the knight king had put his sword to rest. The cautious king did not usually speak lightly, so he weighed more heavily on the current words.

People swallowed their saliva and waited for the will of Swordmaster Ryan Fromhart.

After all, do you want the job of the Grand Duke?

Do you want me to build you a giant grave? If not, do you want the bard to make his career a long one?

It's nothing compared to living a life, but if the Knight King is willing, he will surely close his eyes in peace.

· · · · · · Everyone thinks so.

A voice comes from the mouth of the knight lying on the bed.

“· · · · · · · · · · · · · s ”

“I beg your pardon?”

“· · · · · · · · · · · · · s ”

“I can't hear you, Lord Promhart. A little louder. ”

“Sex.”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The atmosphere in the room changed rapidly.

Everyone, including the king, was embarrassed. A surprised glance pierces Ryan Fromheart's face with excellence.

Did I mishear you?

“I want to have sex. Sex, sex. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Ryan Fromheart repeatedly said the same word, as if he had heard it right.

Sex, sex, sex, sex. A shameful and embarrassing word poured out endlessly.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

It couldn't have happened.

No one acted like this in front of Philip III. Of course. Such a rude man could not know the king, and even if he did, he was afraid of his own life, worried about the welfare of his family, afraid of dishonor.

But Ryan Fromheart didn't give a shit.

I didn't give a fuck.

His life was on the line, and he had no heir. It was natural that there was no dick.

It was the only reputation I had ever had in mind, but even that was funny to Ryan Fromhardt now. It was infinitely lighter than the crocodiles he had held in his life.

“I want to, I want to. Ugh, I want to. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I got used to it.

The situation was clearly beyond common sense. On behalf of the king who would have been insulted, it was not uncommon for him to draw his sword.

However, Han, the eunuch who had lived as a eunuch all her life, overwhelmed everyone with grief. Even the king looked down at the bed with compassion rather than anger.

I hated it even more. Ryan Fromheart closes his eyes, avoiding the pitiful gaze of the deceivers.

The last words came from his mouth.

“I've always wanted to · · · · · · · try · · · · · · ·. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“· · · · · · · Fated. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Philip III has not been up for a long time.

With a lonely look on your face, you rub Ryan Fromheart's hand, which is already dead.

And what he said was, after five minutes of heavy silence,

“· · · · · · · I want everyone to keep today's work a secret. ”

“· · · · · · Yes, Your Majesty. ”

“The great Sawmaster, Lord Ryan Fromhart, will be buried. Tell the whole country not to hold a banquet for three days and not to smile. ”

Who am I to disobey?

The funeral was quick.

The news of the great knight Ryan Promhart's obituary after the Knight King of Zenas has kept the howling from all over Zenas. Numerous people on the continent mourned the loss of the big star.

But I did not understand the true sorrow of one-tenth, or one-hundredth, of Ryan Fromheart.

I had no choice.

Who could have imagined that he would have this pain, which was usually silent and expressionless.

“Phew.”

It was the same for King Philip III.

Thinking about Ryan Fromheart's last will and testament, he mutters, looking at the glass.

“That's how it was done · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I was so sorry.

Not being able to count on his feelings, not finally fulfilling his wishes. The king took a deep sigh and thought as he took a deep breath.

‘Please, be born with strong and healthy things in your next life. ’

A few days later, Ryan Fromheart's funeral was over.

Even after the funeral was over, people celebrated him for a long time. The loyalty of a eunuch was sung by a bunch of bard, and everyone on the continent remembered him for a long time.

And over time, the day that the Swordmaster Ryan Fromheart died was exactly 10 years old.

A miracle happened.

* * *

“Huff!”

A 15-year-old boy woke up in bed.

My head is dizzy. A frowny boy reaches out and grabs the glass beside the bed. It was because I thought I would feel a little refreshed if I drank water.

But the contents of the glass were not water. The lumen stares down at the spider-colored liquid and says, "Ah!

‘It was poison. ’

It must have been because this poison was saved by the Romans themselves.

‘I paid a lot of money to die comfortably while I slept. Yeah, I'm sure you did. ’

There was no reason. The theology of the article academy is about to begin. It was because I was so afraid.

As the country lord's son, he was not very talented at swordsmanship. He was fine, but he lacked so much perseverance and venom. He was weak and reserved, like a sandbag for academy students.

Stealing money, being humiliated in class, being assaulted on a fictional day.

It was the Lumian who couldn't say a word.

‘I can't leave the Academy because of my parents' expectations, but I can't resist them properly. Your grades drop to the ground, your laugh grows louder every day. ’

In order to survive such a life, the Lumian spirit was too fragile.

Eventually, the boy chose suicide. He thought that if he died, he would be able to go to a world without pain or burden.

“What an idiot. ”

The Lumian smiles bloody and says.

It's a very different atmosphere from yesterday. Even though the appearance was the same, it somehow gained weight. And there was even more excitement.

The boy came out of the duvet. Standing tall, he looks down at his trousers and says,

“ · · · · · ·! ”

I didn't know how the deceased came back to life.

But that wasn't the point. What was more important than that was right in my pants.

Ryan Fromheart looks up at the ceiling in the room.

A single tear falls from his eyes.

“Yes, there is! ”