Divine Costume Holy Sword Fafnir

The battlefield of the sworddemon tournament, which takes place once a year, was wrapped in a different air.

In normal years, there are many mercenaries from other countries and knights defending their territory who are unable to see them, and the arena, which can accommodate more than 10,000 spectators, is showing excitement.

Anyway, a man of civilian origin has defeated more than a hundred senior magicians and senior knights who are sending the Duke's son to a treatment center and guarding the Academy of Isperian Nobility, by himself.

And not only did the man - a man named Kazt - deny the Isperian School of Nobility, which was aristocratic supremacy, but he declared and showed it in front of a large crowd until he trained a fourteen-year-old who knew no magic or battle iloja to beat aristocratic students.

The aristocrats in the country who did so temporarily hired an angry large number of mercenaries and used the power of the aristocrats to enroll them in the Isperian School of Aristocracy.

"Looks like a lot of fun this time."

Faldania von Algardo, Duke of Algard homeowner, smiles with joy when he sees the audience. In the words of the Duke of Algard: "Yes. This time, we gave quite a notice, therefore…" returns the answer as the red-haired man, who had refrained nearby, bowed his head.

The Duke of Algard opened his mouth with a glimpse of Viscount Kernel, a stepchild who had answered his own words.

"Well, that's about it... it's an act that's disrupting the world's reason, such as civilians defying nobility. Civilians are inferior to bastards who, if left unwieldy, do not imitate the locks, and who, if we do not manage, immediately engage in useless strife."

"Exactly."

To the words of the Duke of Algard. Viscount Kernel gives his consent to the words of the Duke of Algard with his head bowed.

The Duke of Algard nodded satisfactorily as he watched Kernel.

"Sometimes, it's Kernel. I heard Count Riffard hired a famous mercenary group..."

"............... I don't know?

"Hmm...... well, good. Well -!? Ba - stupid!? How could that be a better place!?

"What's wrong with you?

To the sudden disturbance of the Duke of Azgard, Viscount Kernel looks ahead of the Duke of Azgard's gaze with a suspicious look on his face.

"Oh, that's...... no way!? Why is Princess Rumelia in such a place?"

Viscount Kernel, with such an expression as an impossibility, sits in the guest seat of the arena after a curl.

"Again, that information..."

Too much of a shock. The kernel leaks one person.

In the arena, civilians had shown considerable exuberance for selling fights to nobles, but with the advent of Princess Rumelia, the arena of the Sword Devil's Games - the place where the noble sons show their worth and their looks and power as nobles to the civilian population - quietly returns at once.

When the Rumelia de Alto stands on a terrace reserved for royalty that is not normally used, the audience, including the noisy aristocracy, calms down.

And Princess Rumelia spins words after seeing the nobles, the citizens, the many mercenaries.

"Dear My People. And those coming from other countries, this time I thank you for coming to the Sworddemon Games, a collection that is a yearly study of the Isperian School of Nobility. But - just a little bit, it looks like some people are different this time."

Princess Rumelia turns her gaze to the mercenaries after seeing the nobles headed by the Duke of Azgard once she separates the speech.

However, Princess Rumelia never mentioned the participation of the mercenaries.

"This time, according to what I heard, I heard nobility and civilians fight, but was there any difference?

Princess Rumelia spins her words without distracting herself from the Duke of Azgard.

Then he said, "No, this time - I heard that Princess Rumelia was mentored by a well-known person who was promoted as a teacher... I didn't think it would come true by the students at the Aristocratic School. Suddenly, I just hired a battle expert. Because we can still grow among our students," Viscount Kernel had replied to the change in the Duke of Azgard. Plus Viscount Kernel's words don't stop.

"It's just that saying that it's time for the Sworddemon Games to start, but they still don't show up - they probably don't attach so much importance to the games taking place throughout the College of Aristocracy Isperia. The man appointed by Princess Rumelia - did you say Kazto? If I may say so, I do not believe there is any chance that the civilian population can beat the nobility. We have recorded that the last battle was decided by the female male of the battle because of the magic of the flames used by the teacher, a nobleman."

"Really? Then did you say Viscount Kernel? You think the one I appointed is not human enough to take?

Viscount Kernel, who noticed that Princess Rumelia had wrapped up a rugged atmosphere, said she would fix her standing.

"- No. Not really... just as soon as I wondered what it would be like to have civilians enrolled in an aristocratic school cheaply..."

"Really? So what happens if the outsiders you arrange lose to the students at this sword demon tournament?

The face of the Duke of Azgard as well as Viscount Kernel, who was talking, is drawn to the words of Rumelia, who looks down from the terrace for royalty.

In contrast, Princess Rumelia's face turns to the look she said she saw something interesting.

"So, but! Still, they even looked - even information that they had entered the College of Nobility, the city surrounding the Aristocratic School -"

So, the words of the kernel - they interrupt on the way.

While a large audience is watching, the central part of the arena reminiscent of the Coliseum - on a cobblestone about fifty meters in all directions, suddenly - smoke rises with loud noises.

In the smoke-cleared arena, five female students stood with wooden knives on their hips wearing black jaws and road clothes.

"Oh man... I taught you how to land..."

Princess Rumelia speaks to the man who appeared beside her - Kazt - as she turned her gaze to the one who spoke, "He makes a lot of flashy appearances".

The man flaunts his shoulder.

"Well - I mean! Why are you here? Daughter of the Demon King Granzard... it would be a problem if Rough Rhine were in front of humans"

To Kazt's words, Princess Rumelia smiles.

"Pfft! Daughter of the Demon King Granzard! Rafflaklein is a hypothetical figure who sneaks the world! The reality of it! Princess Rumelia, Princess of the Principality of Alto!

In the words of Princess Rumelia, Kazt had a great sigh.