The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Ms. Nervia spoke of her past with great diligence, even as she interrupted.

Is it true that Mr. Nervia's house is the righteous Marquis family that has given birth to outstanding knights from generation to generation?

My brother, who has two, seems to have already achieved quite a bit as a knight, and is expected to be active in the future.

And her youngest daughter, Nelvia, was also inspired by her flightless talents.

In fact, in training with a simulated knife, etc., he had no less glorious grades than his excellent brother, with great expectations from his parents, and congratulations on remembering from the Knightly Monastery. Looks like he was just pushing through the elite streets.

Mr. Nelvia, who lived such a glorious life, lost all of it in just one day.

The Knightly Monastery, whose main task is to defend and protect dignitaries within the Imperial Territory, must also conduct training with a view to fighting the Demons.

So, normally, one day after refraining from field missions up close, a simulated combat test is conducted to nourish a sense of battle with the Demons.

The content was to fight with a sword and slaughter a demon as weak as a medium-sized dog called "Ballwolf”.

Ballwolf is particularly weak and timid among demons and is easily caught by humans.

But because of the flesh that is not suitable for consumption, you think that every time you are dragged through simulation training like this, you will be killed?

Mr. Nelvia, too, had heard the contents of the exam itself from his two brothers, and he knew what kind of demon Ballwolf was.

On top of that, he was sure he could definitely pass.

... but the results were disastrous.

It seems that the ball wolf that Mr. Nervia fought for had already atrophied with the smell of the blood of his fellow men killed in the previous exams, shaking and holding his head round like a ball.... you think that cowardice is what “Ball” Wolf is all about?

In some cases the ball wolf embodies a "cramped cat bite” and makes a desperate resistance, so the exam seems to never be alarming...

Seriously, it looks like Ballwolf couldn't even be willing to resist because Mr. Nelvia's prowess couldn't fly away.

And Ms Nelvia said she realized even more now that the sword she had was too “heavy” in front of a frightened and trembling ball wolf in front of her.

Until now, I have been a simulated knife and have only experienced non-intervening “practices” of life exchange.

But the first time I took a “real life” here, my legs snapped and I couldn't move.

And in the end, Mr. Nervia couldn't kill Ballwolf.

Naturally, the exam is disqualified.

A knight who couldn't even kill Ballwolf was judged to be capable of fighting for the Empire or something.

It will also take the form of mud painting on the name of her house, which has given birth to outstanding knights from generation to generation, and Ms. Nervia will lose all her place in the Imperial Capital, in just one failure.

And by virtue of the de facto deportation of the Bandit Crusade Order, Mr. Nervia was flown to this village.

"… I can't … I'm the only one who can't do what everyone else has done for granted…"

Ms. Nervia leaks a grievous voice as she covers her face with both hands fitted with her armor.

"So... now it's time for this mission to be accomplished, no matter what..."

It must have been due to such readiness that Nelvia, a girl still in high school or so, was wearing a heavy, boneless armor all day long and carrying a long sword of pity on her skin.

"The knight... has to kill the enemy... me too... me too..."

I heard Mr. Nelvia's monologue. When I sighed heavily, I opened my mouth like I was half-hearted.

"That's not true, is it?

To my words, Mr. Nelvia, who was leaning over and covering his face, slowly gives his face.

That worn out look broke my heart and I continued with the words.

"Are you talking about corn?"

"... well, yes... because if you don't..."

"No, I'm not. You're supposed to keep everyone together, right?

Mr Nervia's pocan expression when I said so is unlikely to be forgotten.

I go on further to Mr Nelvia, whose eyes have been opened and hardened with a straight eye.

"Good for you, honey. I'm so glad you're so jealous."

"... uh..."

"The likes of a ball-wolf are 'tight'! You can't hang out with those guys, can you? The old man said," Go back to sleep. "

"Ugh..."

"You don't have to. It's okay. You're so tough, you don't have to curl it, you're going to curl it!

Pulling my hand against Mr. Nervia's cheek, still puckering and confused, I held Mr. Nervia's head in my chest gently, again, as one day.

"Thank you for always keeping us all together. Instead, I'll be there for you."

This is not a consolation, it's my undisguised heart.

I would never abandon her for being so sweet...... so sweet.

If there is no place in the Empire City, I will be her place.

Ms Nervia turned her arms around my back, weeping for the first time today.

Cry, cry, cry even until you feel better...

And since that day...... instead of tears, she has come to give me a sunny smile.