The Abandoned Baroness is one of the Black Knight’s favorites

There was a sharp sound of a sword in the Knights of the Kintetsu training area. In today's joint Knights training, tournament fights are played by the cavalry members. Magic was not allowed in this training, and it was disadvantageous for magical knights who often used magic to expand their attack range or defend themselves with defensive magic. Fighting with a imitation sword can be won by blocking either movement or by taking the sword from your hand.

At the end of World War I, Gilbert wipes off the sweat on his forehead and checks the results of the 2nd Platoon. On the evening when he had just left a few more matches, it seemed that only two people, except Gilbert, remained. Both are not magical knights, and one of them is a superior officer of Gilbert.

Gilbert, you're in a good mood today.

Congratulations, Captain.

Arbel, a sharp-eyed man with scattered red fur, the second platoon commander of the Knights of the Kinsai, stood next to Gilbert. Arbel wore a different blue uniform than Gilbert, even in the same 2nd platoon. Skin that is tall and well burned in the sun has firm muscles. Arbel looked afraid of the woman and child and smiled innocently.

"Gilbert is tired too.... so, what happened?

Arbel asked Gilbert not to lose interest. Gilbert reflects on how easy he was to understand. I remember Sofia's innocent eyes. It's been a long time since I've had such a pure reaction to magic. Sofia, who was lying down and clouding her expression, changed her expression with one of her little magic tricks. I am simply glad about that.

"─ ─ Nothing."

"There's nothing wrong with the sound of your sword. I don't think I know."

Gilbert sighed heartily to Arbel, who added a word that he wouldn't listen to deeply if he didn't want to. Arbel is a superior officer who has taken care of Gilbert since he joined the Knights in anticipation of his magical talent, when he was liked by Mathias. Even though he was a magical knight, it was Arbel who taught Gilbert how to fight with a sword alone. Those who are fighting now will settle in turn. When it was over, the next quarter-final was the quarter-final, and Gilbert was supposed to hit Arbel.

"I'm glad I hit the captain this time. Let me study."

Arbel exhaled a deep sigh at Gilbert. Wrinkled between his eyebrows and lowered his voice.

"─ ─ You'll never lose. I don't like this atmosphere in the first place."

As the game progresses, the original black knight's uniform decreases. Black is proof of the Magic Knight. Gilbert was the only one who was winning. Magic knights, who are often heavily used, are often exposed to jealousy. Not to mention the sword's skill, the general knight is mostly superior. In this joint training, a small number of Magic Knights were also targets in costume. Gilbert, who has been trained by Arbel, has played the game without difficulty, but it is different if he asks if he can win. The General Knight has the pride of the General Knight. We must not encroach on each other's territory. Gilbert opened his mouth without listening to Arbel.

"It's time to go. Let's go."

The whistle rang loudly, and the knights in the exercise area approached the edge. Four pairs of eight knights who won the quarter-finals took turns and reached their respective positions. Those who had already lost were waiting for the game to begin with their eyes on the plate in order to steal anything from the elites ahead.

Gilbert looks at Arbel holding his sword a little further apart. Gilbert was delighted to see no gap from the front. I don't like to lose, but Gilbert is no match for Arbel with a pure sword. Because I knew it, I was glad to hit it with all my strength. It's a joint training at the corner. For Gilbert, who thought it boring to finish just by being in a mood, it was an unrivalled joy.

The whistle was blown short and Gilbert slashed the immobile arbor. Arbel shocked with a sword running diagonally. Gilbert flew away to avoid the next expected attack. Arbel keeps his distance from Gilbert without giving him a chance to reposition his sword. The swords that met lightly measured each other's distance. When Gilbert heard Arbel's expression, Arbel raised the edge of his lips.

"There's a lot of tension. ─ ─ Shall I lose?

Gilbert looks aggressively at Arbel's words.

No, thank you.

Gilbert took a step towards Arbel's sword. Arbel flips as if he knew it. A cheer echoed from the audience and the knights in the exercise hall.