Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Stay overnight in the village, the next morning.

Me and Eliza left the village for the nearest rebel stronghold, which we heard out last night.

"Squad, hey"

"It means it's big enough to do that. Was Bradford's son named Heath Court?

"Yes, his three men."

"Does that mean there's at least two of them up there?"

"Three in all, I don't have a daughter."

"I see. All three of them to the rebels?

"I hear you are."

I nodded so small.

"More than that, can we just keep going?

"What?

"You've seen what's been going on, haven't you? If you keep going, Alec, you'll be caught and forced to be a soldier. What are you gonna do?

That's what I said in my mouth, but Eliza doesn't seem to be worried at all.

Rather amused, he said, "Come on. What do we do?" He looks at me with a feeling.

"Of course that won't happen. The purpose is to dive in, but one soldier doesn't know anything. And."

"And?"

"You're not going to be able to stay with Eliza."

"Mmm..."

Eliza took a breath and dyed her cheeks, as if she had been poked in the void.

but it doesn't just seem embarrassing.

In my embarrassment, I seem to be happy somewhere.

On this journey - in this journey of patience that has changed my appearance, both Eliza and I have spoken of our thoughts on a straightforward basis from time to time.

Both, "here and here".

Shameful Eliza coughed one up, fixed her expression, and asked.

"So, what exactly do you do?

"I think I'll do this"

I am, hand in hand and use magic.

A magical light envelops me and Eliza.

From the traveller's clothes he had worn until then, they both looked like knights in armor.

"Still brilliant."

"Thanks"

"You're going to sell me in as a knight in the field."

Eliza is a smart woman.

Just a glance at the two outfits I changed, I completely read the richness.

"Yeah. I'm gonna"

"Me too?

"I think Eliza can do it. And."

"And?"

"Because of this, and a good pair of looks"

Eliza blushed again.

The two pieces of armor created by the magic of material conversion and composition, although distinctly different in form for men and women, feel like a "set" no matter who sees them, such as the construction of details and the design of fictional crests.

I described that as a pair of looks. No, I made it with that intention.

"Because" as I said, I wanted Eliza to be happy.

"Oh, yeah. It's because of you, and it's fine."

"Yeah."

Dressed in armor, we went further down the road.

A knight's armor that weighs quite a bit, but since it's a specialty homunculus flesh, I, of course, never complained of Eliza's fatigue at all.

I walked about half a day and saw the camp position.

There are countless tents set up beyond it, surrounded by wooden fences.

"2,000 people, I guess."

"There must be 3,000 of them."

"On what grounds?

"Eliza looked at the number of tents and guessed."

"Yes."

"I am the number of smokes cooked. You can pack the tent, and I don't think you can see entirely from here how many tents are in the back"

"I see. Conversely, the smoke cooks up, and it loosens in the sky, so it's easy to grasp how much there is"

That's what I'm talking about.

"Wow, I got eyes on you"

"Thanks"

That said, it goes further.

The entrance to the position, when the fence breaks off and the guard comes to where he stands.

"Stop! Who is it?

And who did it to the guard?

Two left and two right, spears sticking out at us at the same time.

Ignore the spear stuck to your chest and put it on.

"I would like to ask Master Heath Court to do as he sees fit. I want you to buy me an arm."

……

After hearing my words, two soldiers stared at us.

You owe me, above all, Eliza.

"Hey, what do we do?

"I'll report it. Connect appropriately."

That's what one of the guards said and ran into the position.

"Then I'll make you wait here."

There was no point in forcing it through, and I waited on the spot - rather a step back so as not to irritate it.

Seeing me like that, Eliza took the same step back and took a distance from the vigilant guard.

That worked, the guard was a little nervous and the tip of the spear was down.

Some time later, a young man who looked great from behind the position and dozens of soldiers followed him.

"What do you guys want, agent (,)"

Did you come with the clerk - the moment I thought, Eliza gently flanked me.

In the same armor, Eliza passed precisely between the armors, twisting my flank.

I give her a bitter laugh and then I ask the youth.

"Is it Heathcoat Four Sizes?"

"I don't know. You guys are"

My name is Ken.

"I'm Nancy."

Me and Eliza each named a proper pseudonym.

It's changing the flesh itself, and Eliza is moving in the capital, so it's okay to name her real name, but just in case.

"Right. Of course you know this is an imperative to say you're here yourself, right?

"Yes."

Eliza nodded clearly.

"My parents are killed by the previous emperor, that tyrant. I hate that girl!

And it looked really hateful.

The previous emperor - I know Eliza's father personally.

When I was reborn, I watched them get a D-rank.

The angel's comment at that time was "I would have done all I could to commit treason and fornication".

The words of an angel who appraises action simply are just facts, the facts of which are also known to ordinary human beings.

On the evidence, as soon as Eliza said so, both Heath Court and the soldiers around it looked "I see" convinced.

No, that's Eliza.

I didn't know you were your own father, but you used it to get in here.

"I see what's going on. But I'm not going to let you in easily. Let me test your strength."

As Heath Court creaked his chin, one of the soldiers moved forward.

Eliza also moved forward, pulling out the knight's sword and erecting it.

The two stared at each other for a while, Heath Court and the other soldiers.

The battle is for a moment.

The soldier moved first, but Eliza cut off the spear she had protruded, fleshing to the soldier with a knife to return and sticking a blade to his throat.

I can't complain. It's a complete victory.

"Until then. Don't do it, woman."

"Thanks"

"Woman got it, man, you're next"

"Then it's over."

"What?"

"Take a look at your chest"

What are you talking about? and a surprising heath coat, but blued shortly afterwards.

On his own chest, where he dropped his gaze, is a large x-mark on the armor.

It's a sharp, somewhat carved wound.

"Hey, what's this?"

"I have one too!

"Me too!

One after the other, the soldiers Heath Court brought in raised their voices.

I noticed the same wound on everyone's chest.

"No way..."

Heath coat staring at me with frightening eyes.

In the gap where everyone is paying attention to Eliza's battle, I pulled out my sword and scratched everyone's chest.

"I'll do it."

Seems to work great.