The Hero King, Reincarnate to Master the Art of War ~And Thus, I Became The Strongest Knight Disciple (♀) in The World~

The swordsmanship match began and for a while the Knights side prevailed.

It was a one-on-one win-out ceremony, with fewer and fewer armed merchants on their side.

The flow changed only after Mr. Lambert's son, Raal, appeared.

The Knights had no teeth at all against him, and a series of defeats had begun.

"Guh!?"

A knight who was confronted by Raal is struck in the arm and drops a wooden sword at his feet.

"Until then! Ra 'al, you win!

Father Luke proclaims Raal's victory.

The other ten, Raal was pulling them out by himself to show them.

The knights in excess will lose in a row, so they also seem a little grumpy.

"Huh-huh. Ladies and gentlemen, aren't you a little dull? This area hasn't been attacked by demon stone beasts lately, has it?"

Winning streak made me feel bigger, or Raal's attitude was becoming more dignified.

Originally of this character, I guess he was wearing a cat at first.

"In that regard, I don't know, because I've been there a long time and encountered the Demon Stone Beast. Instead, it's where the Demon Stone Beast hit us that we need our merchandise."

Mr. Lambert seems satisfied with his son's work.

The nose is high and so on.

The knights as they say are going to regret it, but I can't argue out louder than I can't beat Raal.

In fact, I'm not on an expedition or resting on other Marquis territories where the demon stone beast damage has occurred - it doesn't start when I say that.

Red shame as it is. That's all.

"Damn - that kid suddenly gets stronger when it's the real thing...!

"Oh, I didn't think it was as good as that when I practiced."

"But somehow, when you're working with her, you can't fight well..."

"Neither did I. Is there an extraordinary way to take the time...?

The knights beaten by Raal are whispering to each other.

When I hear that, Ingris thinks.

(Are you serious...?

There are demonic signs in their hands, even if they are inferior.

He's a clean, official knight.

And yet...

(I don't care what you think. That would be magic. It seals the opponent's movements)

I also care why Raal uses sorcery, but more than that, it's the reaction of others.

They don't realize that they used magic at all.

If you have any witchcraft skills, you should realize...

Nor is Raal's magical arm particularly out of the picture.

Rather quite awkward.

That is inherently a golden magic that seals the movement of the opponent who puts himself in sight.

However, it has the effect of slowing the opponent's movement slightly without being able to tie the gold completely.

It seems that people of this age have left their knowledge, their sensibilities, somewhere in the world about witchcraft.

Did the presence of the Demon Mark (Rune) and the Demon Mark Armor (Artifact) make you do that?

As for Ingris, who has built a school of witchcraft in his previous life and has hit measures to spread witchcraft, it's a lonely story.

Back then, there was still strong prejudice and discrimination against those who use witchcraft, even witch-hunting.

It stopped it and broke my heart so that magic and society could reconcile behind the peace.

By the time I was old, magic was accepted by people as a matter of course, and the world had changed.

"Lord Raal... that's amazing, but I can't beat you either!

Even Raphael, with the finest Demon Mark (Rune), is like this.

I haven't noticed anything at all.

"It is an honor to be able to fight the future Holy Knight. Let us compete with dignity. Yikes!

Raal also says a lot.

You use a glitter called sneak witchcraft.

From its own foreseeable inglis, it can't be whitewashed.

Perhaps at this age, his acting skills deserve praise.

"Ku, Chris... you can beat me now...?

Raffinia looking next door grabs the sleeve of Inglis' clothes anxiously.

"It's all right. If Lani supports you, it'll help Brother Rafa."

I have nothing else to say.

"Yeah. Hang in there! Welcome to!"

Raphael looks back at Raffinia's voice and smiles refreshingly.

"Yeah. I'll do my best, Lani. Thanks."

And squeeze your expression tightly against Raal.

"Okay, please!

"Take it. I'll stand!

"Okay, here we go!

My father, Luke, sends a signal to both of us.