- Who is it?

Slightly approaching the lavish tent, this comes out again screaming men in half-plated mails ornamented with gold, silver, etc.

Each one of them, as soon as he saw me, pulled his sword out of his waist and turned his cutting-edge...

"You're rude about something. You've been selling me fights, haven't you? Well, the troops have been destroyed."

The men's gaze shakes as they ascertain the surrounding sight.

"- Earlier roaring and vibrating..., I thought something had happened -, still, no way..., one million of our armies -"

"I just knocked him down"

"If so, silly...... Can something so stupid happen..."

Apparently I don't understand if they show me directly what happened in front of me.

"Oh boy -"

I can't get through with you.

In the meantime, do you want to meet the king?

"-Ma, no! Don't move on from there! From here on out..."

"You have a king, don't you? So you're here to see that king, so I can't take your advice not to move on. If you really want to park, you do it with the weapon in your hand. But don't complain about me being slaughtered.

In my words...

Just stating the fact that it won't even be intimidating, five men, in their 20s and mid 30s, who would be aristocrats, lose their hips.

"Don't you even have the temper to fight? The average soldier or adventurer or the Uranus Crusader would have been better off."

When I open the tent with my sigh, a mid 40-year-old man turns his gaze towards me.

"Are you Ermpeia, king of the kingdom of Yuzeu, who has launched an attack on the elf garden and directed the nobles to suppress the civilian population?

"Yes, but who are you? I'm here."

Slash your neck off with the magic of a wind blade before you run out to the end.

At that moment, the inside of the tent was stained with blood colour, but all the blood splashes that flew magically blocked it.

"-So."

"Hi-hi, hi-hi."

Nobles who only see me out of the tent as a subject of fear.

From the way it looks, they won't be attacking the elf garden anymore.

"I killed your head. That's the end of the fight. - But... if we're going to fight with the king's condolences, what do we do now?

"... wah, wah, ok. Soon, we will gather our troops and withdraw."

"Right. Next time you attack the Elf Garden, be prepared when your five necks fly, okay?

Five nobles repeat their assent to my threats.

"Erin Feet"

"Yuma, you..."

"What?"

"Nothing... but did you need to get this far?

'Cause everything's not half good.'

I got an indescribable look on my face. Erin Feet walks out. Follows me.

That's a whole lot of trouble.