The Magnificent Battle Records of A Former Noble Lady

Karan Karan, the bell that was attached to the door rang.

There was no such noise in the rather noisy store, and no one would look at Alhardt when he came in.

"Hey, Al! Over here!!

A voice rang on Alhardt who was looking over the store with Gurli as he stood at the entrance looking for someone.

"Oh, Farrah. Long time no see."

Familous Kalanzato waved toward Alhardt, the "Farrah" sitting in his seat a little behind him.

If Alhardt, smiling at him like that, sat down in front of the family, the food would be brought in in good time.

"This?

"I asked for it. Eat! Eat! But you can talk. It's my luxury!

"Then don't hesitate. And it was. Yuto said hello."

"What, he's not here today?

"Ah. It's the Virgin's amulet."

"Oh, my God."

"Well, a little patience later,"

"... the last two places, huh"

"Ah."

"If it took roughly a month for the army of the Kingdom of Lulan to get here (the Kingdom of Lydian), is it about three months before the war is settled from there?

"Well, that would be reasonable considering the difference in power. Is it possible that the Kingdom of Lydylan will wage war at sea?

"That's zero. That kind of military power is not in this country right now. I'll intercept you, so I'll do my best."

"Well, in terms of military power, the Kingdom of Lulan is no big deal either. A double-wing sword (we) can only lend a hand and that power map will change dramatically."

A new dish is transported before the two of them who do not loosen their hands on the meal while talking.

Alhardt, who had a quick hand in the dish, stopped.

"Hey, Farrah. I was wondering."

"What's wrong?

"Do they know each other on the table?

"…… I knew you noticed. Actually, I was bored with the bandits before I came to this city. The rest of the party."

"Don't leave me."

Alhardt restarts his meal, shrugging.

"No, I was willing to wipe them all out, but they were fast enough to escape."

Familus, who said so and flaunted his shoulder, will not loosen his hand in the meal either.

Both the gullible men surrounded themselves as they continued to eat while having a conversation afterwards.

"Hey, something came in. 'Cause you don't talk about these guys."

"Silly. You must have been the original cause."

One man approaches two people complaining but not stopping the chopsticks.

"You're in a good position, Knights!!

The store quieted back to the table where he was kicked up with a loud noise.

……

……

"Keeping our people in a scattered eye, do you enjoy eating? Ah" ah "!?"

Families get up with a sigh of sigh at a man who comes awesome.

"What a waste of food. Some people are suffering from food distress. Aren't you the one in good standing? Hey, Al...................... Hey Alhardt"

"Ah?"

Calling his name to moan unexpectedly at the sight of Familus jumping into his eyes with his gaze at Alhardt at the same time as the inquiry, Alhardt had a dish that saved his hair from the kicked up table and returned what a careless reply he still kept moving his chopsticks.

"Why are you still eating...? You know what I'm talking about? Hey, can you get here?

"What, Farrah? Those little brothers over there are messing with us, aren't they? I know about that."

"Then why are you still eating!! This is how it's going to be a battle now!? Get in shape, too!!

"Uh? I'm a pass. Trouble."

"Trouble, you... as always... I want to, shah! Hey, you little brothers, get on the surface. I'll deal with them the way you want. Al, stay there as a man! I'll preach to you later!!

"Oh, you're not losing."

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

It was Familiarus who took the men out of the store with his own weapon, the spear, and gave them a hand to Alhardt with a bitter smile, wondering if they had come back within a minute.

"Wow, my spear, it wasn't suitable for fighting all over the city. Can I borrow your sword?

"……… What about the spare sword?

"I'm putting it out to a blacksmith right now. I don't treat you like a handkerchief. Please."

"...... I guess it's not rough or damned to fight now though. There you go."

"Whirlpool!

"If you let the blade spill at all, I'll strangle you."

He said, "I know."

Familus, who received his sword from Alhardt, leaves the store again.

"Damn...... it's not tight, Farrah is"

Having dropped off such a family, Alhardt began his meal with a bitter smile.