Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

The simulated battle, which engraved on him the character and the authority of Master Doyle, marked the end of the shock that His Highness, Grey, would sink Master Doyle in a mace.

The simulated battle, which closed due to the distractions of His Highness Gray, was just successfully concluded earlier with a solemn closing ceremony to follow. By the way, Master Doyle, who has let go of consciousness, is currently being transported to his room for rest.

I was also concerned about Mr. Doyle's condition, but I am holding him back on the side of His Highness Gray, who was banned from entering and leaving the treatment squad.

"Your Highness, you've made me some tea, haven't you?

I will sit on the couch and put the tea I have received in the dining room in front of His Highness, who will not leave his gaze slightly motionless with it dropped at his feet. Originally, it's my job to serve from where I make tea, but I can't help you except swinging spears.

Bite your impudence and then push the tea you have received from Your Highness into His Highness's sight until the edge of your desk is critical. But still, I speak hard to His Highness, who does not make it slight.

"Your Highness. Master Doyle is a wonderful man. I thought with the knife, even that one, you didn't mean it at all. If that guy really waves a knife, I doubt even the Captain of the Sword Squad can win. And Claire was right."

"Jin."

"Yes!"

"I am, I am,"

"Yes."

"I've never beaten Doyle."

"Yes?"

His Royal Highness Gray, who finally raised his face, looked some distance and said so in a pompous manner.

"At a young age, I said, 'You can't do Claire unless you're the man I admitted to!' I used to sign up for a duel with Doyle."

"Huh."

"It was six or seven years ago. I'm seven or eight. Doyle's weapon back then, of course, was a spear. And I always lost."

"What?"

"I was losing, Jin. I couldn't even soil Doyle after all."

"I couldn't do it," Her Highness said powerlessly, with a very painful look on her face like she wanted to cry, not cry.

His Royal Highness Gray is one of the leading mace users in the country. From an early age the talent has been amazing, and certainly by the age of five you have had a number of martial arts traditions that shake up adults, although I haven't checked to see if it's true that you have shattered the bones of raiders or let them crush rocks as long as your own height by the time you were ten.

It is a surprising fact that His Highness the Gray did not even come true to soil Master Doyle with a spear.

"Even as I waved down the mace, it was easy to be done with a spear. That spare attitude was regrettable, hateful, but very reliable. - Being this guy, I was strong enough to think I could play Claire, and I was reliable!

"Your Highness."

"You don't think the guy who beats me at my leisure wasn't actually able to use one skill!? My mace never got to Doyle saying she tried everything she could! So I never dreamed I'd have no aptitude! You don't use attribute spears, 'cause it's exactly what you're doing to keep me from getting hurt!

"Your Highness."

"Why! Why! Why!? He won't say anything to me! There's no way you could tell if you didn't tell me about skill aptitude!? I'm so useless! If it's nothing Doyle, I'm glad he wasn't a brave man! I admitted to Doyle, even if I didn't have that name! Even as a child tame! Even as Claire's fiancée! Even as my right arm! Yet! Am I, am I, not so worthy of credit!!!

"My lord Grey!

Calling His Royal Highness's name screaming in an excited manner, His Highness was powerless to cheat and couch as it were after he was hacked.

"... why doesn't Doyle say anything to me? All by yourself, hold it, make your own decision..."

Why not?

I couldn't say anything to His Highness, who shrugged and nodded his face on the cushion. He's a weak figure who bashed Mace from behind into the head of the irresistible Doyle and doesn't think he's the one who fought the arena.

It must have been handed down, but the arena became noisy in the ensuing outrage of His Highness, who sank Master Doyle with one blow, albeit unintentionally.

To Master Doyle, who lost his mind, I still think the treatment squad desperately stopped His Highness Gray from attempting to mount an attack, and I think Mr. Doyle would have been in a lot of trouble by now if it hadn't been for the Grand Marshal and Father who rushed to seize him.

As many of you moved to stop your distracted highness, I was unable to move a single step.

Side service disqualification.

But then, I did see it.

His Highness, whose face was dyed with anger and his mace waved down, shed a grain of tears.

I think there's a definite bond between the two of you that we can't break into, even if we were away for a while.

And even I, who only spent less than a month seeing you for the first time, felt like Doyle's confession hurt in the chest and grabbed my heart.

I can't imagine how shocked it would have been for His Highness Gray to spend so much time with me.

But if Master Doyle sees His Highness now, I'm sure he'll say this.

Your Highness has nothing to do with this.

"Jin!"

"'It's none of your business, Your Highness. It's all because of my weakness, I suppose. Dear Doyle,' Cause he's sweeter than anyone."

"Jin, what have you got? In the wind!

"My lord Grey taught me, didn't he? Master Doyle said," He's a fool who wants to be strong and fit, and he's a fool with no weak voice. "I think that's why you've been waving your spear for ten years on your own. I definitely can't do it. That's all I can assure you. You will never accomplish anything other than that, Master Doyle. Not if you are so patient and strong!

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"That's who you are, isn't it? Her Royal Highness's childhood friend Doyle von Aginis."

"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. My childhood friend was such a fool."

The face of His Highness Gray, who shrugged so much, was very lonely.

Still calmed down, Your Highness fixed the cushion and fixed the standing.

I have great respect for His Highness Gray. [M]

Do you call switching fast or being good at suppressing your emotions?

The position pattern of Prince Wang, His Highness, has a great deal of help in his words and deeds. Even trivial things, if His Highness shows discomfort, his surroundings will try to eliminate it at all costs. Because His Royal Highness Grey is the only Prince of Kings in this country.

That's why Your Highness has taught me that you don't put much joy and sorrow on the table. Your Highness Gray said you knew the impact of your words and actions on your surroundings.

But there seem to be many occasions when His Royal Highness can't hold back emotions like that when Master Doyle is involved.

Only after the entrance ceremony, only this time.

Master Doyle, who can make His Highness expose his emotions, is a little envious.

I'm sure I can't do it.

But I think this is the difference between me and Doyle, the difference in attraction as an individual.

"You're the nicest person in the world, who's more beautiful than anyone, cooler than anyone, smarter than anyone, stronger than anybody, sweeter than anybody."

"... is that word Claire"

Your Highness Gray, who makes inquiries to me that are never questionable, looks okay now. Looks like you're no match for Master Doyle, but you're someone with an equally strong heart.

"Yes, it is"

"Claire's a big deal when Doyle's involved."

"But I thought Master Claire was right, too, didn't I?

Master Doyle is wholeheartedly respectable as a samurai and as a man!

"No. He's the dumbest man in the world."

His Royal Highness Grey had seemingly complicated eyes, but he says that with a slight grin. But the words had an unspeakable warmth.

"So isn't it too much to hit him with a mace?

"Huh! That's just about as good for that idiot. And Doyle doesn't have that much of an attack."

"That said, the senior member of the treatment team said," One tumor after that attack is a monster. "

"Naturally. Even if you think about it, see? He's been pimping with the guidance of [Thunder Spear Brave] and [Flaming Spear Brave] for ten years without any spear or bar skills. That's not a problem."

"Ah!"

I didn't think of it until Your Highness told me. Yes, Master Doyle has been coaching you for ten years [Thunder Spear Brave] and [Flame Spear Brave].

Without any skills, only with one's physical abilities.

Zok, something similar to chills runs on your spine.

Those who possess skills and those who do not.

There is a difference between the two that cannot be filled by effort.

This is something that everyone in the world knows, an absolute reason that cannot be overridden more than living in this world.

I've heard stories about Master Doyle giving down a new knight in the Spear Squad. At that time, even though he was the son of the Aginis family, he was still struggling with that degree.

But it is.

The more I think about it, the more my body shivers.

The skills of a new knight are known.

But having skills is having skills.

Those who possess skills and those who do not.

Never covering, absolute reason.

Even if Doyle didn't make it, he buried the groove between the two and showed it beyond, albeit partially. That's a fact that you can't believe.

True, the right place to call it a monster!!

"I would love to ask Master Doyle for another fight!

"What's the sudden matter!? Gin."

"I can't stay like this! Dear Gray, I would like to apologize for this today. This gin, because we have to load the drill as soon as possible!!

"... I don't mind that, but suddenly what's up?

"Jin has recognised his immaturity!

"Oh well. I'm not leaving my room again today, so you can go."

"Yes! Thank you! I beg your pardon!

I left with permission from His Highness, Gray. I ran for the workout.

Rumors I heard at the school and at the Spear Squad training ground, the words of His Royal Highness who said he was never hostile at an early age, the appearance of Mr. Doyle, who actually exchanged weapons today.

The more I remember, the more frivolous my senses crawl through my spine and my body gets hot with tremors.

"Whoa, whoa!

Leave it to the heat that runs throughout your body to wave your spear.

I will wave a spear at my samurai with all my heart so that at some point Master Doyle can seriously deal with you.

I, I, can't stop the samurai tremor!!

Please wait, Master Doyle!

After loading more drills, I will try Master Doyle now!!

"Huh!? Hey, it's burning! Because it's burning!

"Rush! You're burning!? Somebody get me a teacher! Come on, Doctor!

"Somebody, help! The workout will burn!!

"Uhhhhhh!!!

"" "" 'Whoa!!!' Not!!!