Herscherik

The MC facilitator gets off the stage and Oran and Tatsu confront each other.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tatsu.

Yes, Oran said and lowered his head, pulling the sword out of his sheath. It's not serious when it comes to swords. Because the blade is crushed, it will not be slashed, but it still has enough killing power to crush the bone if attacked properly.

"Welcome, let's have a good game, my lord.

I'm a little uncomfortable talking because he's not from this continent. This continent was united by Saint Ferris at dawn. Since the language was also unified at that time, it is a common language within the continent.

But because Tatsu is from Yangguo, he said that there are some similarities but some differences from the common language, and he struggled with the language when he first came across the continent, Oran had heard from him. He also had difficulty pronouncing his name, and a large adult dropped his shoulder when Tatsu said "I'm really sorry..." after Oran himself tried to call his name.

Oran who makes a good impression on his character, but was also interested in his sword skills and prowess. By today, the meeting had exchanged swords several times, but even if I didn't mean it, I knew clearly that he was a man of strength.

When I set up the sword, there was no gap and it was quiet, but I felt nervous as if I had strained the thread. Once it moves out, a fiery and furious attack will strike. I am well aware that both parties are not serious at the meeting.

He can thank you. I don't pull my sword out of my sheath because he's based on residency.

We don't move when we have signals to start with each other. I can't exactly move, but I'm right. The tension between them infects the surroundings, and the hissing audience also dominates the silence.

Oran felt his exhilaration with his senses of frenzy. The person between your eyes is strong. Being able to fight the strong is a joy as a samurai.

Once Oran dived through the dead line.

Brawl with the Saints, who have gone mad because of their medication. Assault on the vast majority of armies in the battle against the Empire. I can still remember the exhilaration and nervousness of that time. And expectations beyond that time were gathering in the samurai now in front of us.

It was Oran who moved first. Put your sword up and stick it in your tattoo from the front. Tatsu pulls the knife the moment Oran makes it. But it never caught Oran. As soon as Tatsu pulls out his knife, Oran stops suddenly and puts the slaughter on a single piece of paper, filling the gap again. But Tatsu was reading it, too. Return the sword you have drained, and set the goal for his head and wave it down.

But Oran was also reading. He flushes his sword down in the belly of his sword, aiming at his defenseless torso. But Tatsu didn't panic and flew behind him to make it.

An attack and rush that won't give you a moment to catch your breath. The audience cheered as they set aside a beat.

But the two of us haven't heard the noise around them. Soon Tatsu strikes next and Oran intercepts. Swords and swords make overlapping noises and scatter sparks.

Several attacks are switched and endlessly run over the stage. The match, which seemed to be extended, ended abruptly.

Oran makes a mistake and invites the target to attack, and Tatsu flashes his sword knowing it.

They stopped the movement perfectly.

Oran's sword stopped over Tatsu's head, and Tatsu's sword stopped near Oran's torso.

"This game, the draw!

By the proclamation of the judgment, they draw their swords, and give thanks. At the same time, cheers were poured from the audience and applauded for their consideration. It was the best match you ever had.

Once they had thanked their Lord, they appeared from the stage and to the royal audience.

"Good day, Oran.

While nodding at Hershelik's words of labor, Oran turns a glimpse. Beyond that is a tattoo. Tatsu is talking to Tesseri, the Lord.

"Oran, what's wrong? No way. Are you hurt?

Hershelik tilts his neck at the light-responsive Oran. But Oran shook his head in a hurry.

"No, it's nothing.

While creating a grin to keep him from worrying so much, Oran looks back at his earlier game.

Each other's strengths were antagonistic. However, in terms of practical experience, the opponent had increased his armament and was attacking him later in the game. So at the end of the day, I deliberately made a gap, invited the other person, and the result was a draw. But that's because it's a game.

(If it was serious, I would have lost.

The swords used in the match are prepared, but there is no difference in weight or body weight from "Blessed by the Goddess of War", which Oran usually uses. However, Tatsu's usual Yangguo weapon, the "Taiko", is thinner and longer than the sword he used in the match. If he was serious, his torso would have been cut straight to the side by the time his sword reached his head.

If he had been dealt with and drawn by an unfamiliar prey, he would have been defeated if he was serious.

"…… I haven't either.

I wasn't being chronic. But it may have floated unknowingly called "The Knight of Dusk". I am a young man with insufficient experience and skills. And if I lose, the Lord will put me in danger. Worst case scenario is Hershelik's death.

(I can't lose.

Oran gripped his fist hard. My nails ate into my palms and I felt the pain, but I don't mind gripping. To make that pain a commandment today.

The first day of the Toyota Festival was completed without difficulty, and neither the Toyota Festival nor any particular problems arose thereafter.

In the meantime, the royal family entertained guests from other countries, showing off the power of the subtle powers of the great powers, while proceeding without delay on the dates originally planned. Especially since Prince Six Tesseri is prodigal to various countries... and because he studied abroad, his face is wide. During the day, he invites guests to tea parties and attends the nightclubs of the nobles at night. Without even showing his tired face, Hershelik sent praise to Tesseri, who frankly laughed at his guests.

Such Hershelik enjoyed the Festival of Toyota, the opposite of his brothers. During the day, we take Krenai and Ao, as well as our brothers' Kuro or Oran escorts, down to Castle Town for a peek at the store, see the street art, and watch the theatre. Enjoyed the festival by eating the apple candy that Louis had suggested along the way and staying in store when he was satisfied.

Unfortunately, I was not allowed to see the nightclub at night without attending a night club because of the appearance of the child.

On several occasions, dignitaries from other countries have come to attach a promise of a meeting, but all of that has been turned down by their brothers. When I asked him why, he said, "Hershelik is trying too hard to rest." A little guilt was raised, but Hershelik was able to have a sweet and enjoyable festival with words.

But still, on the last night of the Toyota Festival, I had to attend a night club that welcomed nobles, high-ranking officials, their families, and dignitaries from other countries.

Royal palace hall. The place used when the feast was held at the Royal Castle was filled with brilliant costumes. Because of the standing table format, a variety of dishes are arranged at the table, and the waiter carries drinks. The orchestra was playing some gentle music, soothing the place. And as the music stopped, the man's voice sounded in the hall.

"The twenty-third king of the kingdom of Gracis, His Majesty Soldier Gracis, enter!

It opens the door behind the hall and the upper spiral staircase. Someone sighed with admiration at the person who appeared.

Beneath the crown handed down to the king from generation to generation, flowing silver hair, gentle emerald eyes for a look that creates a distressing hue that I don't think is beyond forty. Soldier enters and smiles in a white based costume with a feathered red king's cloak on his feet.

"Continued......"

Next to the king appeared Marx, heir to the first throne, and his mother, Perla, the righteous queen.

Marx, known as Prince Rose in the shadows at the night club, escorts his mother Perla and advances. They both had superb red ball-like eyes and glossy red hair.

Then again, one royalty after another is called, showing up and descending the spiral staircase.

William, who stuck a smile on his face that made him want to suspect he was someone else, and Utel appeared with his mother, side chamber number one, who didn't make her feel the blackness of her belly at all.

Next, he entered the castle with the triplets and their mother, second in the side chamber, and with Tesseri and the mother of the former Duke's family warrant, fourth in the side chamber. Tesseri's mother is the grandson of the sister of the predecessor king and is related to Soluyeh. Incidentally, side chamber number three and his daughter Menow are not in Wang Du for sanatorium.

Finally, it was the turn of the dignitaries and nobles from all over the country to wait.

"Seventh Prince, His Highness Hershelik Gracis, enter!

Four shadows appeared at the same time as the words.

The first thing that caught my eye was a beauty magician who rocked her long, pure white hair standing to the right from the central figure. Everyone would be captivated if he smiled in a white and light water coat, but now he's lurking his eyebrows and throwing his gaze around in a grumpy manner. The kind of behavior that could be blamed for being delinquent was also trivial in front of his beauty.

To the left, he nodded his dusk hair all the time, and was an aristocratic young man with a sunny look in his drooling blue eyes dressed in a not gorgeous but tailored costume. But it was clear that he was not just a noble young man. A one-handed sword on his waist indicates that he is allowed to possess a weapon other than a guard on this occasion.

Behind them was a deacon carefully wearing dark hair and dressed in the same black deacon clothes as his hair. Unnoticeable as a shadow, he was somewhat alert to his surroundings with dark, red eyes.

Dear Trinity Three, it was the 'Prince of Light' and the 'Hero of Light' who had triumphed over the overwhelming battle power difference of 100,000 to 20,000 against the Atorad Empire opponents in the previous battle, and had furthermore expelled ministers who had cowed the kingdom from the shadows.

He was a young prince with pale blonde hair that gathered and spinned light, and his father gave him jade. He wore a white cape on his shoulder in garments like military uniforms based on a bespoke dark green color.

"That he defeated the empire in the battle ahead............?

"You think that's the hero of light? Really kids...... no, not toddlers.

"Besides, the royals are so beautiful that everyone leaks their sighs..."

The moment I saw Hershelik's figure, the invited dignitaries said what they thought orally, so the blurring spread into the hall.

(hahahaha............)

Hershelik leaks a dry laugh in his heart.

Until today Hershelik has not been face-to-face with dignitaries from every country. For this reason, I could imagine that Hershelik's presence among them would have been overestimated.

A slightly seven-year-old prince who broke the empire and saved the country. It's like a fairy tale, but what happened is true, and Hershelik expects that in them it was "a talented, amongst the royal family of beauty, the prince of the end who receives the king's favor," but he was actually an ordinary child who fell short of expectations more than he thought.

(Well, that's the normal reaction, right?

I was disappointed to expect it on my own, but I don't particularly care about Hershelik. I know very well that my appearance is less luxurious than my brothers, and I understand best that I have no special talent. Besides, I'm not interested in evaluations from other people. What makes Hershelik so proud is that he has such good and dependable leaders.

However, it solidifies itself by looking at the situation of the people on whom it depends. His bellies had a variety of expressions, including Shiro, who seemed more grumpy than before, Oran, who was rarely lurking in his eyebrows, and Clo, who was more scared than usual of a smile made of cat skin. Maybe you're guessing what you're saying with words and atmospheres that sound like hiccups.

Why are they here, not even royalty?

The first reason is that no one entered with Hershelik. The other brothers had no problems because they had a mother, but Hershelik's mother was in the other world when she gave birth to him. Because of this, I don't dress up to admit one seven-year-old child because I'm alone. That's why I knew that Hershelik's admission with the King, aside from Marx, the first heir to the throne, would be a lot of trouble.

So they entered with the leaders.

The second is restraint.

"Besides, if you take the heart of the belly that was active in the previous battle and in the martial arts tournament, you won't be deceived by a bad little one.

Yes, Marx adds. Everyone understood what Hershelik looked like from other countries. A young prince without a back shield looks easy to get into from other countries. The king's patronage was thick, and this time the prince became more popular with the people. It's like a duck in Hershelik's past life has carried an onion. However, it does not take into account Hershelik's character and is only shallow on the part of those who intend to use it.

Such a person is a willing Hershelik to use even the bone marrow, but because it is also raising his own risk in the end, his brothers dared not make Hershelik himself tease the diplomacy of this Toyota Festival as much as possible. Of course, his lead knight and lead magician make him active in the public sphere, and he also has a flash line that doesn't distract him unnecessarily in the sense that he has a crush on other countries.

(All three of you, don't hit me, okay?

While pleading with his gaze, Hershelik took his bellies down the spiral staircase and joined the line of brothers lined up around the king.

"All gathered well this evening.

Make sure Hershelik takes the lead and joins the line, and Soldier starts talking. That was not an intimidating word, a word of gratitude and hard work to everyone and a wish for the future development of the kingdom.

"I want you to have fun tonight.

Yes. When Soldier closes his mouth, the music plays. After this, Soldier exchanges greetings with nobles and guests in the upper seat of the hall, where the throne is provided, and his eldest and second brothers, Marx and William, accompany him. The other royals will be rolled out for entertainment. Except, of course, the still young Hershelik.

(I am a child, and will I go back when I run errands?

Hershelik, who originally did not like tough seats, planned to back up early by staying to the point where he could make excuses. I don't even intend to deepen my friendship in this setting originally as a prince personally. Leave that diplomacy to your excellent brothers.

But even if Hershelik thought so, there are plenty of people who want to be sincere with him and want to use him. There are still those around them who anticipate the time, how they will speak to Hershelik.

There's no way Hershelik wouldn't notice that giddy gaze.

"Hershey, do you want to eat?

Oran talks to Hershelik to shield him from the gaze he can turn around. Adjusting his position to subtly block their sight, Hershelik noticed to put his hand on the sword wrapped around his hips, but did not touch that part, and nodded at his words.

"Right. I want some meat.

"I'll bring it.

"Thank you Chr. Oh, and the cake, please!

Khlo snorted at Hershelik's words and left the place. The remaining Hershelik and Oran, Shilo, moved early to the table set in the corner of the venue.

Fortunately, some of these attempted to approach Hershelik, but it was not possible to speak with a glimpse of Oran and a glimpse of Shilo's absolute zero degrees to disperse.