Wortenia Senki (WN)

Evening of January 3, 2814 Western Continental Calendar

Many noble and royal figures can be seen in this place, where brilliant fires are set ablaze in the exercise area and no one usually visits but soldiers.

"Seems like a lot of free people."

"I don't know what else to do, because there are no spectacles that are going to get this much attention during the war. Besides, they're not the only ones. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens to even me."

Elena stared at the surrounding wild horses and laughed at Ryo Trun with her nostrils.

From the end of the civil unrest in the Kingdom of Roselia until now, it has been a long time since the two of us have faced each other directly, but there is also no slight dust awkwardness in the relationship between the two.

Gentle grandmother and grandson.

For what I could see from the side, the two looked exactly like such a relationship.

"Oh man, even Elena looks like some other HR..."

"That would be natural. It's an opportunity to see what you and your soldiers are capable of, so for me, it's other people, right?

With a bitter smile at Elena, Ryo Jin turns her gaze to a group forming on the other side.

What is about to take place is a friendly match between the SS Knights of the Kingdom of Zaluda and the Baron Goshiba family.

Normally, restrictions are imposed on the use of weapons so as not to leave each other with any remorse, but this time, due to strong hopes from the other side, any restrictions on the use of weapons are removed by referring to matches that are more ready for action.

It is the spear of the stripper that is gripped in their hands, who have solidified themselves in steel plate armor.

The blunt brilliance of his body showed that the battle to be fought was not a match.

"Well, it's about you, so there's a chance, but don't be alarmed. They are one of the proud shields and spears of the Zaluda royal family... are they going to kill you and your soldiers?

At some point the grin had disappeared from Elena's face.

It is the will of steel that floats in its place.

It's like we're about to go to war, that's the face.

"Mr. Elena is very worried about you. Do you think I'm gonna play a losing battle?

Bright and true pointing a teasing glance, Elena shook her neck sideways with a sigh.

"Are you kidding me? Of course, I know you. You've beaten Cale Illunia, one of the best swordsmen in the Kingdom of Roselia. But how about those kids if you're good? It's not too late, there must have been a few skilled mercenaries in your ranks. You should switch with them... if you can't pull in, leave it to me, I'll do something about it"

To Elena's inquiry, Ryo Jin keeps silence with a calm grin.

Regardless, Elena, who is only a reinforcement general, cannot accommodate what has gone on so far.

Even Elena, who has a personal connection to Julianus I, is not capable of exerting so great a power over the nobility and the cavalier class of the Kingdom of Zaluda.

If you do something bad, even the painful Kingdom of Roselia could be pushed further into distress.

Still, Elena couldn't help but be sure Liang was in vain.

Elena's gaze is directed toward a group of people waiting behind them.

All the soldiers in its eyes are young.

Some soldiers have the appearance that the expression "younger than younger" fits perfectly.

Not only the boy, but the girl was also seen.

Regardless, as far as caring for the weapons you've got is concerned, it's a brilliant arrangement no less than a skilled mercenary, but if you're actually going to fight it, the story changes.

Elena has repeatedly seen the bodies of young children on many battlefields.

Conscripted peasant militia.

The young man of the knight who inherited the house young.

Regardless of whether the person wants it or not, death blessings descend equally beneath everyone on the battlefield.

It doesn't mean anything there, such as identity.

That is an inevitable reality.

That's why Elena doesn't want to see a child's body anywhere but on the battlefield.

(It's just self-satisfaction...)

Such masochistic thoughts came to Elena's mind,

I guess that has nothing to do with the death of my beloved daughter, who has been involved in a power struggle in the past.

"Then we will play the game before you. Baron Goshiba of the Kingdom of Roselia, Lord Ausan Gried, Commander of the SS Knights of the Kingdom of Zaluda. Both of you to the center."

The hustle and bustle around him stopped perfectly when the voice echoed into the exercise area.

"Oops, you're calling me... OK, I'll be there in a minute"

To the call of the referee's old nobility, Ryo Jin laughed with his niggardly lips suspended.

The game is a five-to-five group match.

According to Count Schwarzheim's strong hope to see if he can cope with a mass battle as a soldier on the battlefield than his personal skill as a warrior.

The Earl of Schwartzheim, but he doesn't like people who say Ryo Mitsujima.

It was not the Kingsguard Knights who were initially named as opponents because Grahardt said beforehand that he had not reported the truth about the soldiers who had led Liang Zhen to Julianus I. He strongly pushed the Kingsguard Knights, which were completely first-person.

"It's okay. Yeah, it's a corner, so I hope they mix it up with their bet. - You can make money. Actually, I've already made you bet... whoa, keep that to yourself."

Yes, when he smashed his ear into Elena, Ryo Zhen silently signaled by hand to the soldiers behind him, then proceeded to the middle of the exercise area.

Apparently Liang Zhen is chewing one on the darkness gamble taking place among the Zaluda nobles.

I know it's a long time to say that this is a crisis in the survival of the Kingdom of Zaluda, but there are retarded people everywhere.

Well, something called human tension can't last without a moderate pinch of rest, so I guess it just had to be in a way.

(Aren't you the kind of kid who rocks at my words...? Although......)

I saw a bright true smile as if I was convinced of my own victory, and such thoughts came to Elena's mind.

While I think it would be imprudent for a bystander to be in a position, I think there was only one bet left.

But a person who says Ryo Mitsuzai is capable of betting on himself in his current state doesn't just say that his nerves are trying to be fat.

(You say you have a chance of winning...)

A young man named Ryo Mitsujichai boasts a cleavage like an ice blade.

Elena knows enough about its acumen.

Elena herself, by gaining that help, was able to avenge what she had waited so long for...

Now there were two conflicting feelings in Elena at best.

One is his desire to see the strength of the soldiers raised by the man who says Ryo Mitsuzai, as a warrior, "Ikubi and".

The other is how I feel as a mother with children, saying I don't want to see the death of a young child or anything like that.

Earlier, both words to Ryo Trun were Elena's true intentions.

(I believe in you... Ryo Makoto)

Elena stared at Ryo True's back with a gaze full of anticipation and worry...

"Now, are you ready for both sides?

A gray-haired old nobleman appointed a referee confirms to Ryojin and Gried.

This old nobleman, who prides himself on his martial arts tradition as a young man, himself named himself as the judge.

But the truth is, you'd be more right to say MC facilitator and spectator of battle than judge.

Once the game starts, we can't push the fully equipped knights with force on an old man like him.

Well, it may be the manifestation of the desire of the Zaluda nobles that with judgment alone in form, we will be able to dilute somewhat the misery of the slaughter play, which cannot even be called the match that will be played.

"Whatever."

Nodding low in mouth, Gried turned his cold contempt gaze to Ryo Tru.

It is the dissatisfaction with this game that comes slightly to Gried's face.

"Why should the Royal Spear, the SS Knights, deal with such a child, etc.," he wonders.

Almost every human being in this arena is not interested in winning or losing.

It's a battle between a fully equipped knight with a strong physique and young boys and girls.

The gear looks sturdy leather armor and quite a few things, but the original physique is too different.

Many modern martial arts employ classiness by weight also take into account the reality that the larger the stature and the heavier the weight.

Though the idea of gently controlling rigidity is a very famous word for judo, in reality, it is mostly when you just turn it off.

Regardless, it's not like Grid knows those words, but the world is so different that what people think comes along.

Win and deserve the battle.

I guess Gried's mind has a whirlpool of thoughts that it's just useless to do it.

However, the distinction remains to such an extent that it does not grandly represent it on the table.

The match takes place in front of Julianus I, king of the Kingdom of Zaluda.

Even if he was unhappy, he couldn't show his unmotivated attitude to the king.

"Yeah, this could be anytime."

Greed's shaped eyebrows bounce picklessly on Ryo True's words answered with a gentle grin.

"Fine. Now, move forward on both sides... lest there ever be any remorse left in the outcome of victory or defeat! Do you mind?"

A referee nobleman urged Liang Zhen and Gried to move forward.

Apparently, it means shaking hands before the game.

"Thank you very much"

Liang Zhen says so, offering his right hand to the Grid.

But when Gried snorted as if to make a fool of Ryo Trun, he turned his back and walked out.

"Oh, man. Captain Gried, what the hell are you gonna say?"

The old noble voiced surprise and bewilderment at the attitude of the gried.

It is too disrespectful for any reason.

"Excuse me, we're not going to be enemies before the game... we'll take care of the scolding later"

When Greed answered as if to throw up with his back turned, he walked straight away toward his men.

"You're in trouble. He hated me terribly again."

Ryo Jin scratched his own cheek with his right hand ignored by Gried.

But I haven't had as much trouble with that look as I have with words.

"You Gried guy... you seem to be on your mind in advance of the game. Lord Shiba, please don't feel bad."

"Yeah, if you're in Mr. Gried's shoes, you won't have a choice. Besides, it wouldn't even be funny if you were suddenly ordered to be our opponent. Don't worry too much about old people."

Liangzhen gave back his heel "Kibizu" with a gentle grin as if to comfort the old nobles.

I am not interested from the bottom of my heart in the attitude of the grid.

Because he is nothing but bait arranged in front of Ryo Shiba...

"Come on, it's the beginning of the feast... dance flashy."

A small twinkle leaked out of Ryo's true lips.