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

Six years from the day of baptism.

Inglis was twelve years old.

He was in the midst of a training day for a reason to support Raffinia in the future, who had been awarded the Demon Mark (Rune) of the Advanced Marked Light Bow and had begun preparing to attend the Knights School in earnest.

Father Luke was allowed to participate with Raffinia in the training of the Knights and the Crusade of the Demonic Stone Beast, a full day. Not a bad environment to brush your arms in.

However, we have yet to encounter the most powerful class of demonic stone beasts that are said to destroy the country as well.

The ultimate Demon Mark weapon (artifact) for the premium mark is required, but I'd like to make sure it's true.

Saying that it appeared in the country hardly seems to have happened in recent years, and seems to go back at least twenty or thirty years. There are reports of recent emergencies here in neighbouring countries, so I'd like to go on an expedition once.

Although Raffinia hated to be scared of boulders when I said that.

More. Above all, be strong.

Living in a martial arts is the way to be Ingris Youkus -!

I think so. Before Ingris...

There was a beautiful girl with long silver hair like the glow of the moon and red eyes brilliant like jewels.

The smile is as if the flowers were bare.

It's what I look like growing up to be twelve. I see myself in my appearance.

She is somewhat more grown-up than a girl her age because of her good development and height.

Is the age of appearance about 14 or 5 years old?

Wear a red dress and circle around once.

The hem of the dress flutters and shakes happily.

(Hmmm - you're growing better looking too)

Seeing myself, I thought so again. It was Inglis.

We're on the road to becoming a beautiful woman.

"Chris Sue? Are you finished?

"Oh, I'm done, Lani."

"Then I'm coming in! Ooh! You look amazing grown up! Beautiful after all, isn't Chris! Ha... I can see it" "

Raffinia, who came into the fitting room, said so when she saw Ingris.

Raffinia had grown into a girl with a vibrant impression, with dark hair, dark eyes and glossy hair all the way up to her shoulders. He is naive and bright and resourceful in character.

"No. You're really beautiful. I'm delighted to have this dress worn by a daughter like Ingris."

The middle-aged woman was sighing, too, watching with Rafinia.

This man is a tailor general under this castle.

I also work with the Marquis family in Raffinia.

"Thank you. This is a nice dress too."

Sometimes it was a pleasure for both of us to come to this store and let them wear different clothes.

Although Inglis is the only one who wears it.

Raffinia likes to get Ingris dressed all the time.

And Inglis, too, didn't hate to try to wear it with all sorts of clothes.

It's a unique pleasure for women, so I think I'll enjoy it because of it.

It's a good breath in the days of training to excel in martial arts.

I was a little embarrassed at first, but Rafinia made me wear a lot of things so I could get used to it and enjoy it.

Sure, I think so myself, but Ingris is beautiful. It suits you no matter what you wear.

I can't wait to see myself in different ways depending on my clothes.

"Hey, Chris, why don't you tie your hair with this ribbon? You look cute when you change your mind again.

"Fine. Then will you tie it?

"Yes, sir. Then I'll help you." "

"Thank you, General."

"That's okay, I knew I was a woman, too. I want to see something beautiful."

And when I tied my hair up, my impression changed again and I felt even more mature.

Not bad. Beautiful. Inglis smiles in front of the mirror.

"Wow! That's good too! Nice!"

"Right ♪ Oh, how about these clothes next? I thought it would look good on Master Inglis, so I left it!

"Then let's try that on, too, Chris!

"Ha. Yeah, okay. Fine."

That's how I got dressed and entertained until evening.

On his way home to the mansion, he saw a great shadow go through the distant sky.

It is - a floating island floating in the sky.

The immensity of the fortified city of Yumil, where Inglis and the others live, is likely to fall into one or two.

On a flying island the size of which existed a city inhabited by men.