Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"What, sir?"

A secluded afternoon.

Today was a day of rest for Carindo Risha. It's autumn and the weather seems a little chilly. Anyway, after morning training, I shaved the apple peel and asked Karin about it.

I think I can clearly target something if I find out about it, whether it's a sign of strength or not.

"Be specific about strength or something like that. I don't really know anything about that. It's fucking stupid."

I wasn't particularly interested in that until now, but it was my story as long as I was able to express my sword. Of course I have to be fucking curious. What is the level of my power in this world? And Claudie? And Karin?

"Are you just curious about my husband? Kahhh, good times, good times."

I twist my legs, laughing as if Karin was enjoying my question.

Karin was currently wearing only black trousers in a white blouse. He twisted his legs, and his natural gaze was focused toward him.

"Yes, Lord Zhejiang... it's time to wonder. First of all, I'll explain it to you because you know it's a kingdom standard."

"By the time the kingdom is finished, do you specifically distinguish the landscape?"

"It's uncomfortable not to. And it's more convenient to do it. It's also honorable to be recognized as high. Knights are obsessed with that again. They're murderous bastards who don't have anything to come up with. They're obsessed with that outward title."

Even the bastards who play the game are obsessed with the Tier division, but Manaro will kill the knife-eaters in a world where people become stronger.

Humans try to distinguish between themselves and their counterparts in nature.

It doesn't matter whether it's tier, rank, talent or head level. The important thing is to be aware that I am better than the other person and to have peace of mind. With it man gains peace.

"Human beings are stranded wherever they are."

"I know. Was there anything similar in my husband's tribe?"

"Some of the warriors fought like a platinum warrior, a gold warrior, a silver warrior, and a coin warrior."

"Kahh, the human world is the same. Now, where do we begin to explain..."

Karin touches his hair as if to think for a moment.

- From the Knights of the Kingdom.

Once Karin had a career in the country where I stood, the Knights of the Kingdom of Karga.

I don't know the specific form of governance in this country, but the Knights of the Kingdom are more like a group of king's soldiers. Anyway, the Knights of the Kingdom say that there are usually nobles who have no territory or noble families who have no property to inherit.

So, the youngest of the youngest are coming to the Knights.

In any case, I have been trained in basic combat since I was a child since I was born as a nobleman, so I am the right person for the Knights.

It is also said that people who clearly perceive themselves as higher and more special than others, like the original nobles, are prone to be born into inhuman serial killers.

I have to think of humans as pigs or bugs so that I can kill them without them.

The classification of the ranks has an excellent effect on breaking the walls of the mind. The sense of nobility killing ordinary people will be lighter than the sense of nobility killing ordinary people. Murder is a mild age in the first place.

However, I know that he is noble and noble, unlike others, but he has no estate or possessions to inherit from the real family, so his pride is more likely to go wrong. Naturally, competent serial killers have a twisted corner somewhere.

Young nobles who join the Knights are usually called those bastards.

For such aristocrats, what loyalty to the king means is close to brainwashing and high-intensity repetitive training. And if you put it in a group called military life, it will work quite well. It is honorable to serve a king or not, because there are many benefits. The loyalty of the Knights of the Kingdom is high because they give you honor and status that the family cannot give you.

- Of course this is entirely Karin's idea.

I don't know much about it, but Karin's accident is twisted somewhere, so let's go listen to it properly. Karin tends to think that it is not worth much, whether it is a human life or a life in Paris.

But what do you think? I love you. As much as Karin cares about me, so do I. Even if her mind is violent, she can't take my love out.

"Umm."

Recalling that background knowledge, Karin opens her mouth after thinking.

"Once the Knights of the Kingdom have no manna. Mana is a knight, but he doesn't express his sword. It's the last of the knights that can express a sword. Normally, the more you go back, the higher your status and skills."

"Uh-huh, of course. The sword is transcendent."

"Son of a bitch. You like it?"

"Good!"

"Kahh, anyway. However, the key members of the Empire Knights are the second, namely, the knights that Mana can't express outside."

Certainly it will.

Checkmate expression is rare.

Among those who awaken and build up Manas, only a few use swords. It's prestigious, so most of them are mannequins.

"Of course, even without Mana, the same is true of the vicious murderer who is a cub roasted by the Knights. But I can't help but notice that there's a gap between Manna and him. Ah, just the knights, they're all murderers when they get dizzy. Those are the most dangerous bastards with authority, honor, loyalty, pride... those bastards."

Karin utters an outrageous swearing.

I'm sure there were a lot of Knight bastards.

It is natural to say that he was discriminated against there.

"Calm down, Karin. They're all dickheads anyway."

"Yeah... they're all dickheads to me anyway. And, well, if I'd stayed there, I wouldn't have met you, and... hey, come on. No, I'm coming."

Karin, who was sitting across from me, approached me and sat on my thigh. I think I want to skin now.

I put my hand into her blouse and gently patted her breasts. "Hrrrrrrr..." Karin leans on me and talks.

"That's exactly what the Knights of the Kingdom say. A man without a manna is just a jerk. No matter how well they fight, they're limitless. They don't have the balls, so they have no status. It's just that I'm not good at carving. It's ignored in the shadows."

The world of knights is a harsh law.

Those who don't even have Manas are just jerks after all.

"Can I win that much?"

"Hm... I honestly don't see my husband playing in action, but I can't give you a definitive answer... Maybe I won't win now."

"Ouch!"

It was very good news.

Even the Knights of the Kingdom can rub their skills in their own way. If they beat the knights, they won't do it just under the middle.

"I like... uh. You can like it. But the top line, the core members of the Knights who carry Mana in their bodies. I don't know what those bastards are like. They're real serial killers."

"Hmm... what do they call it? Or the landscape."

"Sword Expert" at the lower intermediate level. Of course, that's just what they say. Power is everything. "

Dividing the landscape does not give you a specific combat power. Scripture is nothing but words that people put to words everywhere.

"Your sister keeps emphasizing that wearing a sword doesn't overwhelm the bottom line and win unconditionally, does it? You can beat the guy with the Mana, and you can beat the guy with the Black, so remember that."

Quite practical advice.

"Believe in your own power, but don't be too proud to win. Confidence is good, but if you judge foolishly, you're dead. How am I supposed to live when my beautiful husband dies?"

Of course, Kimcott is a man of extremely cold reason. I have a gap between the other person and me. Fight with good skill. And always do your best.

"Don't worry. I know my life is precious, so I survived this far. I always do my best when I'm dealing with a kid."

"Kahh, it's a good virtue, so keep in mind. Yes! If you're a true warrior, you can fight with all your might, even if you think you're the enemy!"

I smiled and patted Karin's chest.

I like it when I pull my nipples. I can feel her panties getting wet. At the end of the story, we just have to do it this way.

"But then I can put on a sword, so can I say Sword Expert?"

"That's right. Once you can put a sword on any son of a bitch, call him Sword Expert. Of course, wearing a sword isn't all that powerful, but usually only a damn strong cub can grow a sword. Just like our husband."

"Wow, shit."

Surprisingly, Gimcott was the next generation of Sword Expert.

"I'm a senior Sword Expert."

Even so, of course, I don't think that the madman will be better skilled than the knights who are no different from the murderers. As I said, a scythe is just a toothpaste. True strength can only be seen by oneself.

"Once you express your sword, you have sprouts. It's a testament to talent, so you can slowly increase your skills. Even if you're pushed by others now, you're the strongest type when you're constantly trained."

"I can't wait to go to the backyard and swing a knife."

"Stop today. Just play with your sister."

"Ah."

Anyway, I heard that story from Karin as he nodded.

The Knights of the Kingdom were a symbol of power. Everyone remembers the Knights of the Kingdom and reduces their power and strength.

If you build the skills to kill them, you'll never get killed. Now that we've heard the explanation, let's live hard enough to reach it.

"Oh, but sister. I have one of the most curious questions."

"What's wrong?"

"What level is the Swordmaster?"

"You must be curious, right?"

"I'll see you later, but of course I'm curious."

"What? Kahh, you bastard. Yeah, you should have a big dream. All swordsmen should be."

Karin smiles as if she heard a funny story. This is a sign that Karin was quite excited.

At the same time, I felt my thighs wet.

This sister is now showing me the realm with her tears.

"Wonder how strong the Swordmaster is?"

"I'm fucking curious."

"Damn straight."

"Compared to my sister?"

"I don't know because I didn't fight, but I don't want to fight. You don't have to be close to the strongest official of the kingdom."

"Sword Master, are you the strongest in the kingdom?"

"The Knight Commander of the Kingdom is now a Swordmaster. The best that only the worst serial killers can reach."

The Sword Master is the strongest in the kingdom, and even Karin is said to be evil enough to fold.

"A true slayer who has been on a mission for decades, proving all his skills and other abilities. There's a madman who can slaughter the coldest and most efficient. Reputation is very selfish. That's the Swordmaster. Of course it's the strongest in the kingdom."

Karin, who destroyed the building in the battle with Riztina, really seemed to have destroyed it. If Karin said so, it seems that Swordmaster is a transcendent man.

"I don't think there are more than ten people in the kingdom who are as good as you, but the one in the front row is the Sword Master."

Karin had extreme pride and confidence in his skills. But Karin is so strong that the Knights of the Kingdom didn't acknowledge him... Ah, for the time being, Karin was probably not as strong as he was before he became a mercenary.

However, I am listening to this explanation of strength, so there is one thing that comes to mind.

"What about the Mutuga Guild Leader? That's when my sister won, but it was awkward until the middle. He's fucking strong, isn't he?"

"Son of a bitch, that's a weapon sucker."

"What? Weapon suck? That's what you say?"

"Oh, this is real. I use a Rare Metal Sword, too, but it's not just a dick luxury. But that bitch's weapon isn't a fucking gun. It's a real gun."

I recall the inhuman Gauntlet that Riztina used to wear, which was like the hand of the devil of hell. That Cipherian thing was an unusual weapon to pretend. Once the nails were fucking big, the five nails looked fucking long and nasty.

It's a heavy weapon used to commit a devastating murder.

Riztina opened her hands with such a gauntlet, blocking Karin's knife, and then condemning her.

"If you're really good at it, you're a bitch in the bottom line, not me. Oh, for real? I don't do this. Of course she does. She used to kill people with her bare hands."