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

Ahead of The Labyrinth of Trials is still going on.

Inglis went further.

Before that, one young man with red hair shows up.

Was this around a little over thirty?

But she looks younger than her age. She's sturdy.

"Your Majesty - Long time no see"

Sincerely, he is kneeling before Ingris.

"Randall -"

He is the man who should have succeeded King Ingris and become king of the kingdom of Silvere.

Wen Wu and I were both men of natural talent far surpassing ordinary people, and without being proud of their talents, we could think of others first than ourselves.

He had the strength and the spirit to make me think it was no surprise that he had been chosen as the Knight of God (Divine Night), not himself.

I found him still a boy in a poor cold village and raised him on hand since.

For King Ingris, who was heavenly lonely, he was like close to his brother or son.

King Ingris did not have a son, but he intends to raise him who deserves his successor.

That's him, Randall.

"... how did this happen - there's no answer to asking?

Because this would be a space to recreate memories.

You won't be able to know information you don't know.

"My Lord Left, Your Majesty"

Saying, Randall pulls out his sword.

"Then call me."

"Ha! I'm coming!

That Randall stepped in much faster than the previous ministers.

You can say it's a mistake. But...

slaughter, spinning sideburns from, and cutting back -

Ingris slices through all of it and squeezes it with dancing feet.

"Right. Ahhh!

Avoid all temperamental punches on paper.

Perfect.

I stopped the last punch with my finger.

"Uuuuuuuuu!?"

"... you can't. This is it."

If I were to borrow Randall's figure, I'd have trouble getting him to be stronger.

I guess there are limits to the strength of this space that can be created.

So I can't help but completely reproduce it.

Nevertheless, is it not troubling to think that a person of this degree has succeeded the country?

"Not a very good hobby"

The upper kick unleashed by Inglis, whining, bounced off Randall and let him disappear.

"If we keep going, we'll do the same thing again."

If Alistair, the goddess, was given the appearance...

King Inglis had feelings close to romance for the goddess Alistia.

I admired her very much, but I took the liberty of manipulating her and stayed single all my life.

I don't want to punch you in the face.

And that will surely come out. That's the kind of space we have here.

Doubts, regrets and bad feelings for the person - make them find those things and attack them.

Beating that would be the meaning of the word asking not only about power but also about spirit.

"I don't even need to be honest with you. Or -"

Inglis looks up over his head and clasps his hands.

There the psychogen (ether) converges, forming a giant blue and white bullet of light.

This seems to be a different space created by the Devil's Mark weapon.

What if they beat the overwhelming destructive power of that demon-stamped weapon (artifact)?

Try that now!

"Psychic Ammo (Ether Strike)!"

Ballyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Making a broken glass sound, a spiritual bullet (ether strike) destroyed the wall of space and shot it up.

They were layered on top, piercing the ceilings of many spaces.

"If it's up there, let's go up there"

When Ingris tried to kick the ground...

"Hey, what's that...!?"

From the hole in the ceiling, Leezelotte of the Knights family was peeking into his face.

"I see. It's connected to someone else."

Ingris kicked the ground with such a grunt and jumped up to Lieselotte's side.

"Ko, did you get a treat for this...!?"

"Yeah. 'Cause I didn't want to just go straight either"

"I didn't know you could destroy a space like this - I can't believe you could do that... Oh, who are you?

"He's just a squire, isn't he? of Rafinia Bilford."

"I know that, Mr. Inglis. You stand out no matter what you put on."

"Really?"

"That's right. But if you're Mr. Rafinia's squire, please tell her that you don't really hate her classmates. I'm not going to antagonize Mr. Raffinia, am I?

"Oh... because Lani was mad about Leone"

"Isn't that what you have to do? Given that person's situation more than that of himself, you shouldn't trust him in a detour, and it's natural to keep your distance, right? I, too, am still the daughter of the Chancellor of a nation. You have to be careful, don't you?

"Well for once I'll tell you... how are you doing better than that? Were you going to get out safely?

"That's not very nice - it reminds me of something I don't like here. And I was sick of it."

And, Lieselotte sighs.

"Me, too. So I thought I'd force you to make another exit. Want to come with me?

Inglis fingers the layer that follows further up.

"That's funny. You can destroy this bad taste test intent."

"Yeah, I guess so"

"Then I'll come with you. You're going upstairs, right?

"That's right. Then let's go."

And Inglis dropped his hips trying to jump up further...

"Please wait. You don't have to."

Pure white wings had appeared on the back of Lieselotte, who said so.

Her demon stamp weapon (artifact) is shaped like an axe spear (Halvard), but I guess the miracle (gift) is this wing.

"Take my hand. I'll take you upstairs."

"Thanks"

When I took her hand, my body floated fluttered.

Go through several layers and up.

And I heard voices where I plugged into a certain layer.

"Stop! What are you doing to your brother?"

Little girl voice?

"Out of the way! You're wrong! You don't have to shelter people like that!

And this voice - it's Leone.

I wonder what the hell's going on.