The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Congratulations, Mr Killier Minaret.

Suddenly, you've been chosen as a brave man.

The castle official who told me that was smiling like a face.

If you were a brave man, you would have had a brilliant defeat against your demonic army opponent in the battle the other day.

Apparently, that power has been inherited by me.

It's my birthday. They sent me presents.

A brave man is a chosen being of God.

A warrior who grants extraordinary power and a special power called [gift].

To that extent, I know even I'm just a village daughter.

That this kingdom of Deltirade is also using the power of the brave by waging war against the demons to expand their territory.

My predecessors brave, my predecessors, died in such a fucking unimportant war.

I'm sure I will, too.

The face of my mother and sister dropping me off in tears tells the story.

(Even if I say yada, it would be the och to get killed, right)

If you defy the tyrant Burtoghu, it's death waiting for you to be a brave man.

That's the only one for sure.

Me, a traveling brave man, being dropped off by a total of twenty villagers.

A small village, born and raised, grows smaller.

Burn it in your eyes at the end so you never forget it.

Having never held a single sword before, I was taken away to the castle in a luxurious carriage.

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Sent secretly to the castle, I am dressed in beautiful clothes and guided to the sight.

Apparently to find out what [gift] was given to the new brave man.

During the nervousness, during the gaze that was passed through the splendid door.

There is a line of zurali and great people on both sides.

I'm sure it's noble, I don't know one of them.

"... Lord Brave, this way to the throne"

My uncle of the Gotsui knight urges me to walk on the red carpet of a fudge.

The ceilings are high and the walls and columns are beautiful, but they seem to stare at me when I'm not too keen.

He was walked to the front of the throne and instructed to kneel in a one-knee position.

Don't get a little tired of those kneeling, this.

Minutes to be kept waiting.

The fanfare echoes and the king is here.

Fine mustache on black pruning, muscles are mucky.

Burtoghu Hadith Deltirade, half of the continent in one generation.

What a tyrant they call that forceful invasion.

The proximity he brought in was a little fat uncle with a gently looking face on his cape.

I'm sure he's a minister, yeah. He's decided to be a minister.

The other one, maybe a woman.

I can only see my mouth in a hood, but my body line looks like a woman's person.

And I have something like a crystal ball.

"Face down, you're being disrespectful!!

"Ha, ha!

I watched Girosilo and suddenly a moderate looking minister yelled at me.

Suddenly I opened my thin eyes, with a tall voice.

Me in a hurry to bow my head.

People don't depend on you, yeah.

"Good, raise your face, brave man."

"Ha!

Raise your face as you are told.

The king nodded, staring at my face.

"... at first glance it's just a village girl. Judas, is there no mistake in this man?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. No doubt about it."

"Master Left? It's about the Lord, there's no mistake."

I'm definitely just a village girl.

They'll fight for your country, just your village daughter.

Ha, I want to go home......

"Brave man, allow me to name you. Alleged"

"Ha! Killier Minaret, from the village of Livo. I'm sixteen!

My statement is recorded on paper by the Minister.

It's a brave man's profile, it matters, maybe.

"Aye, okay. Now, Judas, let's diagnose the [gift]."

"As you say, Your Majesty."

A woman called Judas offers a prayer to the crystal ball.

Yeah, that guy must be a trustee.

A being called God, someone who has the power to hear Empireo's voice and communicate it to man.

I've heard that I can't be without considerable training.

"... I see it. This person's gift is --"

Tension runs between glances.

Naturally, [gifts] are the strength of the brave.

Because the more powerful it is, the easier the war in this country will be.

"[Boiling] …"

"Phew, phew...?

I accidentally got a voice.

Hurry to keep your mouth down, head down and stand still.

(What's boiling? That's the one that boils water and bucks, right?

I only have a bad feeling anymore about sounding too weak.

The nobles are kind of bothering you, too.

"Hmm, don't judge me by my name alone. We're moving to the Knights Training Ground, where we'll find out."

By the king's voice, the sight is interrupted.

I was escorted to the Knights' training ground by a knight's uncle.

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And I, for the first time in my life, am held by a sword, repeating a little bare gesture to.

As kings and nobles watch apart.

What kind of punishment game is this?

"... Ha, nothing at all"

"Dear brave man, let the urge gush from the depths release the secret power."

"And even if I say..."

A crushing knight gives advice, but nothing happens whether you wave a sword or not.

I don't know what I can do. It seems to be common for new American braves, but it's still awkward......

"Ha, I'm tired..."

It's sweaty, my arms are heavy and I'm sick.

The sword is so heavy......

"Good job, have some water."

"Oh, thank you"

The knight gave me a glass with water.

It's cold and delicious when I try it, that's royal palace water.

I moistened my throat, and let's try harder.

(Eh, leave it to the urge to gush from the depths...?

Repeating in my head the advice I received while holding the cup, I felt something grabbed me.

From around the back of my heart, my strength builds up.

arms from his chest, hot stuff popping out of his hands,

Boom, boom, boom.

"... hmm?

Hot.

The cup is hot.

And, I mean, the contents of the cup are hot.

The water's giving out hot air and the bubbles are blistering.

"Boiling, boiling...?

Could this be it?

My [gift] makes water hot?

Is that all?

... and so on, and then the air in the training ground is the opposite of the contents of the glass.

It was cold out.

A whispering pussy of laughter, hot boiling brave men, leaking from the nobles.

The king walked away from the scene as if he had made a cut, and the sight was over.

The next day, my woes were spreading throughout the castle.

Well, yeah.

It's embarrassing.

I'm so embarrassed that there's a fire coming out of my face and it's about to gush hot water.

The maid erupts unexpectedly even in the room, and I can boil myself a cold cup of tea.

But there were good things.

"Brave man, you may return to your homeland"

The King's Immediate, Out-of-War Notice.

That's right, she's a village girl who can only boil water.

It doesn't do me any good that I purposefully sent you out to a distant, distant frontline, rather it just gets in the way.

Apparently, the power of the brave can be pushed by someone if they want to let go.

Honestly, I was happy with this.

You don't have to fight.

I can go back to the village and live the way I've always lived.

Whether laughter leaks from the noblemen or the minister stares at me with great eyes, I am no damage.

It's much better than dying.

... Lie, I think I'm going to cry a little.

Thus I was sent to a luxurious carriage, just as I was going, to make a triumph too early for the village of my hometown of Livo.

Pretty embarrassing, but this brings back the usual routine again.

My story as a brave man had a very happy ending before it even started.

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In the king's chamber, minister Gustav stuffs over to the king.

The agenda is about Killier the Brave.

"Why did you return that little girl to the village! If a brave man dies, no new brave man will be born, as you well know!

"I know. And, Minister, it's classified. Don't be ridiculous."

"And excuse me. It's my nature."

The king is familiar with the character of the minister.

This man is competent, even if he subtracts his short temper.

I can use it, so I won't kill you with some disrespect.

"Think, if the brave man were to be killed in the castle, there would be disturbance in the minister's mind. It's hard to end a bad guy."

"Ya, sure..."

"Raids in carriages on the way home are also bad. That's a royal carriage, and if the people find out you've been attacked, they'll scratch the rest of your authority."

"So what do we do? Without the brave, our army is at a disadvantage..."

The king grins ruthlessly as he sits deeply on the throne, fingering his beard.

"Don't be a guide, Minister. I have a good idea."

"And my name is?

"A small village with a population of about twenty, even if it happens to be (...) attacked by a bandit and wiped out, has no effect whatsoever on our country?

"Well, I see... That's how we'll arrange it."

Niyali distorted his mouth and the minister left the room.

Now everything is fine.

If a brave man dies, a new brave man will be born soon.

The battlefield is dominant, and the day is near when the kingdom will trample the demonic realm and pay it in hand.

The king's interest had already left Killier and moved on to the next brave man he had yet to see.