The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

The knight Rembrandt thought it was bad as it was.

I've never cared about the weight of armor before. But a rough breath and a severely pulsating heart are complaining of general fatigue.

- I didn't know you felt heavy armor...!

Confronting enemies (...) are clearly quicker to move, and the skill of the sword is slightly higher. On top of this, the armor covering the entire body is heavy, and the scaffolding is further shackled.

"Ku......!

After several rounds of strangulation, breathe under the shield of a hard-earned ten-merte. The sweat passed down my cheeks.

When Knight Rembrandt regains his temper, he sets up a "magical (...) sword" with perseverance and looks at his opponent.

The sword is a wide range of bastard swords about 1.2 merte in length, but the pattern and blade are decorated in a skillful gold colour. This is the most sophisticated weapon given to the proud knights of the Kingdom of Metanostadt, the Mass Production (Products) and Thunder Divine Sword (Sandaguard).

A pseudo sword forged imitating a treasure sword that only a brave ergonote can handle. This was originally tailored to exert tremendous power against demons and wizards.

But on the other hand, there are disadvantageous elements to fighting between simple (...) swords. It is the weight of the pattern (s) that contain the function of storing magic power, and the vulnerability of the Thunder Field Generation Magic Conversion Mechanism (Thunder Magius) itself, which is built into the sword body.

To cover that weakness, many of the dozens of knights who were usually awarded the "Mass Production Model (Producer)/Thunder Divine Sword (Sandaguard)" have regular swords as reserve uniforms.

Knight Rembrandt also used a well-rounded "skinny sword" called Rapier.

But... Rapier was easily crushed before his opponent's sword.

The sword held by the opposing enemy (...) is a simple mass of iron. A long bastard sword made of thick steel (haha) that reaches 1.8 merte in length. The knight Rembrandt was gradually being hunted down by a slaughter that quickly rolled out to such an extent that it did not fit its weight and length.

This place, which is at the root of the giant world tree, has roots as large as walls and roots of various thicknesses intertwined and poor scaffolding. Knight Rembrandt was forced to fight while worrying about his feet.

- Are you fortunate that your dear friend (...) didn't have to see you like this?

The knight, who disturbed his golden hair and ruined his blue eyes, tightened his mouth when he saw the giant mushroom fragments growing around him. The giant mushroom was a favorite of sage Grecas, a valued guest who visited the land the other day.

The giant mushroom exposes several shattered and unbroken appearances, about the winding of a battle between swords.

"What's up, knight of the kingdom? It's getting dull, isn't it?... is that the limit already?

The tone is mild, but I'm frightened by the voice that contains the man's cold sounds. He said it was time to kill him.

The other guy is a big guy who looks like he's two mertes tall. Not young, but his eyes are burning badly red, releasing a sharp killer. It was reminiscent of a desert wolf who would tailor his prey.

The colour of the skin is blue and white, and the short pruned hair is pure white of gold. I guess it came from a western country. On the deep face of the carving, thin, long lips with cleavage lead to an invincible shape.

This man is like the opposite of "Koso Mud" the other day. All of a sudden, I was alone, riding straight from the front to the world tree. And of the soldiers who had just been assigned as guards, he kicked five platoons at once.

- We were suddenly raided! One seriously wounded, two injured! Wow, we don't have teeth...... Sir Rembrandt! Reinforce!

What I heard from crystal ball communications was a screaming scream of my men.

After rushing to instruct his men on the emergency dispatch of the golem Tarantia Type Seven, he himself drove a fast horse and rushed to the scene where the guards were raided.

The man the knight Rembrandt is confronting is the lone wolf (...) who has suddenly launched the raid.

"Shut up. In the name of the law and order of the kingdom, it will succeed and fail"

"Heh? Dauntless."

Gashari...... and the big man turned the great sword behind his back and took the horizontal striking "Yokonagi" structure.

Covering the man's toe to neck is a chainmail with a fine metal ring attached. It's hard to tell because of the black-rust jointless armor that's wrapped around his whole body, but his fast-developed muscles are hidden underneath it.

I thought he was a bandit with a rough vibe, but he's got a really fine purple cape from his shoulder, like he was paid in some country.

The silver and beautiful knight's armor covers the entire body of the knight Rembrandt, who takes the upper structure.

This is an imitation of the silver armor worn by the Holy Knights "Sixteen Knights of the Temple", proud of the Kingdom of Metanostadt. He weaves a fabric cloak with a red interior and white exterior on his back.

Fully trusted by Sir Vilstein, who binds the "sixteen knights of the divine", the knight Rembrandt came to the land.

I also take an oath to Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel that I will defend the symbolic world tree of new world peace and harmony and order.

"So you can't just say no and lose!

And he ate his teeth, and lifted his sword high, and struck it against his chest, and sounded it.

"You're tough, knight... wow!

A man kicked the ground and packed his time at a rate of sickness. Wave a giant sword at the body of the knight Rembrandt.

GO! and a shadow of black iron struck from directly next to the knight, along with the sound of rambling the air.

But when the knight Rembrandt removed the white cape that was covering his back, he expanded like a netting to cover his sight.

"Huh!

The cloak was entangled in a giant sword, blunting the speed. And at the next moment, the knight Rembrandt had already stepped into the man's pocket.

"Hey, hey!?

The man opens his eyes and is stunned, but the knight Sir Rembrandt was in time.

Naturally, a huge gap can be made by swinging a huge bastard sword from right to left. The knight Renrant aimed at the gap and stepped in, avoiding the sword.

And - - "Mass Production (Products)/Thunder Sword (Sandaguard)" captured the man's stomach perfectly.

"Ha... ahh!

Dogow! A dull shock sound and a thunderbolt burst at the same time, a light that mimicked the thundergod's blow pierced the man. Barried............! and blue and white light stretches out to heaven.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuu!?

He was a knight Rembrandt who left a lingering (zan) finish and heard a man scream behind him, but shortly afterwards, a sneaky shock hit him in the back.

"but - ha!?

In a corner of his horizontal vision, he realizes that a man cut his sword back rampantly and forcefully struck him from behind. He is beaten with a bastard sword that also equals an iron stick, and his vision is distorted by the impact.

- Stupid! Thunder strikes from "Mass Produced (Products)/Thunder Sword (Sandaguard)" don't work!?

"Light light......! The sword you slapped on your belly was pretty good, huh? But what you're reading is swordsmanship...! Thunder strike. I don't know, it's just like 'that other guy' said it could be prevented by this whole body chainmail."

An evil grin dominates the face of a man who endured the blow of a special.

"Thunder strike... on the ground... you let him get away...!

Zusha, and the knight Rembrandt, who falls on the roots of the world tree and falls into the gap between the thick roots and the roots.

"... Well, I enjoyed it, huh? I don't like the roundabout, like a bunch of moderates (...), sending a fucking dirty burglar, giving money to some country religious lunatic idiot, and getting into this golem shop."

A man who starts talking to rap, holding his belly down. I guess the knight Rembrandt's blow is breaking Avara. But keep talking like you're deluding it.

"Who are you..."

With the shock on my back, my consciousness is distant. My body is powerless. Still, the knight Rembrandt desperately laid his hands on the roots of the tree, trying to get up.

Above all, it was clear that this man was not just a robber.

A mysterious force, aimed at the world tree. Perhaps it belongs to the old countries of the west - the hands of the countries of the Australian Patriarchs.

"Hmm? What are you gonna do when you hear me die? My name is Heclastos. The so-called hard-liners (...). It's a boring, cautious, unchanged, blocked country. It's so much shit already... Moderate? If you want a world tree, if you want hidden remains, why not take them like this!? That's all we have! You know what?

A man lifts his heavy sword again and tries to swing it down to the knight Rembrandt, even as he faces.

"Still stralia...... ya! Why are we targeting this land? The world tree... from the horrible superdragon, should be a symbol of humanity's won freedom and peace...!

"... you're not. Knight of Metanostadt"

Until then, at the depths of the crude atmosphere, the eyes are quietly pointed with a deep glow, like deep confidence and beliefs until hard work.

"The world belongs to us, Zoltax Zaian."

True face, say without all the facial expressions.

"Zol...... Tax......?

It was a word I had never heard before. It's not an old or magical word I learned in a knight's school building. Would it be like some sort of organization, a secret society?

If you're the sage Grecas, you might know something.

- Yes, I have to tell him!

The moment the sword was waved down, the knight Rembrandt turned himself desperately and slid into the shadow of another root as he jumped out of the gap in the root of the tree.

Originally, shameful things like a knight turning his back and running away, but not now.

"Oh, my God, you're unusual, knight of the kingdom...!

"... Whatever!

Until the other day I had a hard but fun day with the villagers in this beautiful place.

I couldn't think of anything like this in an instant.

If this is the case, I regret that I should have made an exchange with Grecas, the wise man who finally became my friend, even for booze.

A wise man who looks as though he is the opposite of a serious and clumsy self, free and easy. The illuminated smile of Grecas, admired by everyone, came to mind.

- Give me this at the pinch.

"That's right...!

Knight Rembrandt remembered there that there was a pouch in the waist area. Reaching inside the armor reflexively, there was.

The contents of the bag are still safe. Pebbles touch my fingertips.

"The mushroom golem's... ex!

Looking up, Heclastos was waving his sword up again.

Knight Rembrandt searches quickly, left and right, in the shadow of the escaped roots. Then there was.

"Give me... help me!

When I jumped on a huge single yellow mushroom that was growing right around the corner, I tapped in the Shining Stone that the wise man gave me.

Continued