If you get back in the mood, your horizons will widen.
Sieg will be judged fit for a dragon knight. If it's compatible with dragons, you should have more chances to get in and out of dragon stables or make contact with dragons. Jill, on the other hand, would be turned into an auxiliary chore for the Knights. By leaving the holding area, we can be second-hand separated from nature.
On second thought, isn't that just the right development for gathering information?
Sieg said in a royal manner to Jill, who rejoiced.
"Then I'll turn to auxiliary too. Naturally. I'm your knight."
"I am His Majesty's wife. It's time for the Dragon Knight Apprentice. Even the search for Your Majesty may drive you out. Get information on the Dragon Knights' power and the Empire City."
"Listen, I'm your knight."
"I am His Majesty's, wife. So please. Sieg is in a more dangerous place just in case he's lost his identity. We're going inside the Dragon Knights."
After a long thought, Sieg, with his arms together, put his back on his head like he'd given up.
"Okay. But don't push it. In one case yesterday, there will definitely be an idiot out there who can be captain. I don't have the right to be a dragon knight, even though I have a little arm. It could change the way you treat it."
That Zyk concern hit me in a way.
"Is it a city tour this morning"
"Oh, I'll have you hit the city's guard today"
"Yes, instructor. Does that mean I can't take part in training?
"That's right. Another squad is standing by at the fountain square in the center of the city. to follow their instructions. You should mark your apprenticeship."
When judged unfit for dragon knights, they impose another task even on apprentices.
(Teach the treatment of dragons first from the person who becomes the Dragon Knight. Speaking of natural judgment, yeah)
The army is equally rugged during the apprenticeship period to tap into overall behavior, but this is the Dragon Knights. Jill pulls and ties her lips, wondering if she's different on her own.
I heard a sneak laugh in my crotch, but with my spine up, I returned the salute I was used to.
"Deadly worship! We're on our way to alarm."
"Let's get back to this place at noon in time for the afternoon sitting. - Next time!"
After the man whose name was called shook his body, he blues. Probably the same person as Jill, who didn't respond well from the dragon.
He shook his head small to the side of Sieg, who said something, and Jill stepped out of the training ground.
Being able to take seating doesn't mean I'm fired. But some thought he might not be back by noon today.
(Let's leave the information on the Dragon Knights to Sieg. I gather information on Shirai)
The question is what awaits you in Fountain Square. I mean, there's another squad, but it's probably a bunch of people who have been judged ineligible for dragon knights.
I don't think it's the elite Knights of Dragons, with crappy bullying and grain crushing departments rampant, but there's no such thing as clean white tissue from top to bottom. The window department is everywhere.
(Well, I know it's Kreitos around here, Rave, but are you with me?)
No uniforms are paid for apprenticeships. Only the arms are marked. Reaching Fountain Square, Jill looked around and blinked.
Someone sits on the edge of a fountain crushed by dragons in an exam during this time and is reading a book. On his left arm he wore a water-colored armband showing the same apprenticeship as Jill.
"Um."
Talking, the person sitting in the fountain raised his face.
White skin, platinum hair. Because he wears a simple white shirt, he can see the color of his blue eyes. I saw this one early when it came to youth, and when it came to boys, it was an adult trick. To the gentle grin directed, the knight's audacity is not at all. But the quiet eyes are deep and sharp.
"Oh, is that the girl you joined during this time? I've heard rumors. You know, you get a lot of arms that year."
A slightly higher voice sounds gentle.
But never be alarmed. Jill knew that intelligent eye so well - six years from now, he knew it so well that he didn't want to.
"I'm Lorens. Greetings."
Hold back the hand offered. I don't care why you're here.
"It's Jill. Greetings."
"Jill. That's a good name."
Even though it's not weird that he realizes who Jill is, he laughs without even letting himself feel it.
That's the kind of person who can perform abdominal arts. I know him well.
Because he was Jill's deputy. And now, he should be a subordinate of His Royal Highness Prince King Gerald Der Craitos.