Wortenia Senki (WN)

"Stupid... No way, this is happening..."

Ausan Gried doubted her own eyes at the sight played out in front of her.

A small grunt leaks from between the lips of Gried, a war-torn warrior who has crept through more battlefields than on his younger days.

Soon, the fists of the gripping grip of the grip were tightly sweaty.

The SS Knights continue to prevent invasion with neighboring Ortomere Empire for many years and are made up of the finest of the kingdoms of Zaluda, regarded as the kingdoms of the swordsman.

This time selected are those with origami skills among them.

Whether or not they chose the best of the SS Knights because their opponents were seen as inferior to their neighbors' reinforcements, they are all powerful people with a wealth of natural qualities and a lot of field experience.

I can confidently affirm that I can fight for more than five minutes, no matter where I cross a spear with the Knights of any country that I assign to the Western continent.

The mighty men were now about to bow their knees before the onslaught of the young beasts.

"I can't believe it... a civilian child is meeting magic at that young age, etc..."

The surroundings silently endorse the words uttered by one of the nearest sides.

I see, indeed, that word is correct.

Although magic itself is a technique that anyone can gain access to with training, there is usually no opportunity for ordinary civilians to gain access to magic first.

There are two ways to get to know magic.

There is only one way to take many lives and wait for the raw "plana" in your possession to naturally turn the chakra, or to meet a teacher who has met with magic.

But the reality is that it's not so easy to find a teacher or anything like that.

The biggest reason for this is the issue of expenses spent on getting it.

Magic is a very powerful weapon, a protective tool, a medical technique and a symbol of identity.

Not all humans who know magic are aristocrats, but it is imperative that all those who possess aristocratic status have access to magic.

What flows at the root of this is that the electorate's idea that those who have learned magic are recognized by the gods strongly influences them, but they cannot be taught the special and regarded techniques that have been said.

Aside from whether or not he will actually be a blessed being by God, a man who realistically meets magic will first have no difficulty in his daily life for the rest of his life.

It will also be possible for civilians to serve nobility and royalty as knights, and the status of nobility is not even a dream if they are blessed with combat merit. Even if you don't choose the way of a servant, you will be able to live a rich enough life as a mercenary or an adventurer.

Convenient and earnable technology.

So much so that it's the technology that shapes a person's life. It couldn't have been that easy.

If civilians were to look for a magician with no connection to the cause, they would not be able to meet unless they were blessed with extra luck, and even if they were searched for, they would be asked for a huge sum of money as a thank you.

Inevitably, the only way for civilians to gain access to magic is to keep fighting even as adventurers and mercenaries and wait for the day when the chakras naturally begin to turn.

But Gried's eyes, the head of the SS Knights' regiment, had sensitively spotted another threat common to the five Kevins, butting his men who only exposed surprise at the fact that civilians had used magic.

(What do you mean... those guys are totally using magic in those years... and those five flowing collaborations... need a lot of training and action)

Because magic is a powerful technology, its handling makes it extremely difficult.

It is not as rare as the sight of a knight overconfident in his physical abilities enhanced by martial arts, protruding on his own and being surrounded and taken over by multiple soldiers.

There is always a limit to the amount of vibrant "plana" held by a person, even if there are individual differences.

Just as cars consume gasoline and move, magic consumes vitality and gives the operator more power than people, but without vitality itself, magic cannot be used.

And if the magic can't be used, the knight's combat power can only be a little higher than that of the civilian population, so no matter how much a knight is swept up by a thousand, there's really no way he can go home alive if he's alone in the enemy formation.

Still, the only thing that doesn't decrease the number of prominent humans is that the technique of magic attracts powerful and mastered humans.

However, Kevin and the others are masterfully using the magic to ensure that Zaluda's SS knights sharpen their health while sheltering each other as platoons, aiming for a chance to inflict a stop blow.

(yummy...... as it is pushed off by the difference in numbers...... we should stop here......)

Greed's hand shivered in small pieces at the appearance of his men, whose situation of war became unfavourable in a visible way.

The Cavaliers of Zaluda are superior in their personal skill and strength.

But now that he had been preemptively attacked where he was alarmed, one could not hold his weapon with his finger amputated, and one was in a coma after hitting his head hard, the victory or loss had already been confirmed.

The perfect collaboration between Kevin and the others and the difference between five and three people overshadowed the individual's differences in strength.

(But... Then we would have succumbed to such a child...)

From where Annette's blow stopped only by letting the knights faint without cutting off their necks, we could see that Kevin and the others were unwilling to kill the knights.

However, on the other hand, I do not feel hesitant to cause injury to the extent that my fingers are severed.

(You don't even have to kill him... or something like that... shit. Just kidding.)

Now that I see victory and defeat, I understand that if I'm going to prioritize my men's bodies, I should stop them.

However, Grid, who understands what it means to lose this game, can't really give priority to his subordinates' bodies and offer to stop the game.

"Your Majesty..."

Gried's gaze was directed at the only man who could unlock the situation.

"Melissa! You don't need a big move. Look, just like you always do, you hold your opponent back and you shred your strength. Annette, get back to me. Stop after you've sharpened your opponent's combat power!

Skipping the instructions early on, Kevin lays down his sword to the SS knights in front of him without alarm.

The first ambush rendered the two knights on Zaluda's side powerless, and once distanced, the two continued to stare at each other.

Zaluda's SS knights form and consolidate their defense with their unconscious and unconscious colleagues lying at their feet after Annette's blow.

The feeling of insulting Kevin and the others as civilians from among them has already vanished.

Zaluda's knights, who try to find a way to live while using the defense of sheet-metal armor that protects their entire body, and Kevin, who slowly and surely hunts them down with repeated light blow departures.

"Platoon leader. I'm still poor. We're gonna have to go in here ready to discuss one or eight."

The platoon captain silenced his men's words, screaming desperately to prevent Kevin and his men from attacking him. He was thinking the same thing himself.

(If this guy's right, if we're going to set up a battle, now's the only time...)

The power of a single blow is mild, but now that we are being manipulated and shredded by the amount and speed of maneuvers, it was visible that one day the limit would come even as we consolidated our defenses.

If so, there are only two paths left.

Do you surrender by admitting to a clean defeat, or do you crush the pride of the knight in the balls on your chest...

They themselves fully understand that their lives are guaranteed if they admit to losing because they are not on the battlefield.

But even though it's not our will, it's a match we came up with willing to kill our opponents.

No one thought to survive by putting themselves on the shelf and relying on the format of the game because they were disadvantaged.

Then we'll be too miserable.

Even if the rest of us don't know, their own minds know best about themselves.

And if we make such a choice, our pride as the Knight of Zaluda, which we have cultivated as a nation of martial arts, falls to the ground and becomes a target of ridicule and scorn from all nations.

"I'll do it!

A knight who was guarding Leon's sword nodded at the words of the platoon leader. I don't know the look on his face, covered in a helmet, but he must have a sober grin that only a man ready to die would show.

(Sorry... I think I pulled the poverty lottery... but even if we can't win, we can't lose)

A match that led to the loss of life without the honor of winning.

The self-blame for involving my men in such a wasteful and pointless battle came to the mind of the platoon captain.

Still, you can't tarnish the name of the kingdom of Zaluda.

If you give up your life, but you don't protect the pride of the knight, you will lose the art of fighting the invasion of Ortomere.

When the sad resolve was consolidated and the knights tried to set up a special attack, between the two suddenly Grahardt broke in with his sword of extraction.

And at about the same time the words of Julianus I echo in the square.

"Enough is enough! Until then!"

The surrounding cheers and curses stop perfectly, and silence dominates the place.

Grahardt, who will not remain benevolent and slight between Kevin and the knights.

And the king who rises from the throne and looks around.

People's gaze comes and goes between the two.

"Heh, Your Majesty. What do you say! We haven't decided yet!

Breaking the silence, the old nobleman of the referee shouted with a red tide in his face.

"No, it's no use any more. If we fight any more, there will be casualties. Then there won't be a big lump left on both sides. The soldiers led by Lord Goshiba were fought against each other with the knights of our country. Isn't that enough?

Julianus I's judgment is correct given the beginning of the matter.

Because there is no such thing as the need to compete with soldiers who come to reinforcements risking their lives and death.

But the reactions of the nobles and knights around them are really varied.

Some snort that right, while others moan that they feel sorry for such a child.

Of these, it was the old nobility of the referee, who should be neutral, who exposed his most dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty! I will remain involved in my pride as a knight of Zaluda. Right? Captain Gried."

The spearhead of the old aristocracy is directed to the Grid.

Liang Zhen frowned at the remarks of an old nobleman who was a referee but could not be said to be very neutral.

"No, I'm sorry, but I don't think any more fights are helpful either."

"Oh my God! You're still the head of the flourishing SS Knights! Shame on you!

Gried's shoulders tremble at the words of the old aristocrats.

I don't suppose he's convinced himself, but he doesn't have to know if it's a showdown that bets the rise and fall of the country, and he can't order his men to die in a game like this.

"That's enough, stop it. This is life as a king. This game is a draw. There are no winners or losers. Let's all be comfortable like that... Is that all right with you, Lord Shiba?

The surrounding gaze on the words of Julianus I is directed to Ryojin, who appeared in such a way as to tear apart the hedges.

"Whatever. I was just lending my breasts to all the Zaluda knights. There is no more honor. I just want our strength to help His Majesty and you."

Liang Zhen answers the words of Julianus I on one knee with humility.

"Uhm. No one despises your soldiers as intruders after watching this game. Please do me a favor for this country in the future... good for you all."

Julianus I turned a sharp gaze around him when he proclaimed himself exalted.

If the king makes that much of an affirmation, there's no way he can even defend himself against it.

Hiding their inner discontent, the people around them push silence.

(Well, Osamu, you're going to get Keri in the way you think... Well, if you really bet on our victory, you did something bad to Elena, but would you give us a break there?)

In order to appeal to the surroundings that it is a serious battle, Liang Zhen himself bets on their own victory and then involves Elena. In fact, the goal of winning and losing the game is to have no draw from the beginning.

At least, Liangzhen isn't really thinking about killing and winning the other knights in this game.

(But this guy is a big dad... now they keep saying he's a mediocre king in the surrounding countries, so you can't count on rumors of people)

The first plan was intended to take the form of a proposal from Liang Zhen to Julianus, but before making that proposal, Julianus made a decision. That means Julianus understands at least what it means to say that the Knight of Zaluda will lose to Liang Zhen and the others.

He declared a no-competence draw without even giving it a bite. I could really say it was a big raccoon.

Don't you have eyes on people in the surrounding countries or have you been hiding your own fangs...

(Well, I can't beat you around Lupis... and this dad will notice)

The presence of poison needles shot into your country.

Ryo Jin lay on one knee and lay down on his face, stealing a look at him afterwards.

Ahead of that gaze is the old nobleman who served as the referee of the game.

It is unclear whether the words came out of the blame for having laid down the referee in the previous match, but it is not possible to defend the king's words directly from the front.

But there are two possibilities for the words of this old nobleman.

(This guy... Well, which way did he plead against the king?)

Do you love your country, but with the innocent words or malice of the late...

Ryo's true lips hung up and she had a terrible grin.