Herscherik

The venue of the martial arts tournament became noisy. In the back, bets are held in secrecy. Of course, information about the soldiers and knights subject to the bet was disclosed, but something had happened that everyone had not expected.

The third son of the Marquis of Ordis, a fiery general, a young man who graduated from college with critical grades and is rumored to have become the lead knight of the seventh prince in Conne, snaps his opponent at the same time as he begins. You should meet twice. Most things can't even meet and fall on the spot.

Big holes are big holes too, who would have expected this? He's not disturbed one breath at a time to be in the finals in no time.

And the final also ended with his overwhelming victory without delay. Different grades. Everyone thought.

Three groups were so sure of his victory.

The first group was Oran's brothers, who watched the game in a seat set up for military officials. The brothers knew that Oran could not have lost to this degree of age. Instead, if you lose, you lose. So, a special training menu for fear awaits.

My brothers also knew that Oran's talent was higher than ours, but there is no jealousy there. Because I knew Oran would spare no more effort than that.

But such a hard-working man, two years ago, was losing his fiancée and at the same time making him unwilling to do anything. The only thing was that I didn't neglect only workouts, but I couldn't find any significance in living them visibly.

No matter how much the two brothers made a breakthrough, my brother showed no change in anything. But my brothers are as happy as they are that my brother has finally found a place to show his power.

"This is going to be okay.

"That's right, it's more about to come, brother.

In the audience's cheer, the two laugh as they see just their brother on the first sunny stage. No matter how talented he is, no matter how grown up he is, because he is our dear brother.

The second group is his parents and sister in the general guest's seat. It's just that this one is tough with my brother. His father, along with his sister, criticizes the current sweet stepping in and the slow timing of the sword rolling out. Next to it, the mother smiled and watched her son's sunny stage.

(You're all right now.

Roland spills a relieved laugh at his own son cheering.

There was a reason Roland left Oran's word that he wanted to go on a journey. I wouldn't have stopped if I had the personality to find joy in training myself like my oldest daughter. But he becomes stronger for someone, a knightly nature. On the contrary, he is weak without someone. That's a mental aspect, not force. When confronted with a samurai of equal power, and with a stronger man than himself, victory or defeat is determined in spiritual terms. If Oran had gone on a journey, he could have lost his life on the journey.

I also knew that my wife was smiling beside me. Instead, she was strongly opposed to her son embarking on a journey. When she was my oldest daughter, she told me that she allowed reluctant Roland to travel.

"Looking forward to it, you.

My wife talks to my husband as if she had read her mind. Roland snorted at the words.

At the end are the princes who are in the VIP room.

"Multiplier Thousand Kitters!

Hershelik decides to gut pose on the spot.

"... Hershey, maybe you borrowed money from me..."

Marx looks at his brother more tense than he's ever seen before.

Before the tournament started, he wanted me to lend him some money. Because I will definitely give it back, I lent it about fifty silver coins.

"Yes. I got Crowe to make a surrogate bet. I'm fine. Now we have managed to construct the financial aspect. Oh, please make it a nightshaw for your father.

Yes, Hershelik says. And he rides himself out to Oran under his eyes and waves. Oran thanked the knight looking up to him like that.

(It would be troublesome if you didn't make it this easy.

Behind such a hershelik, I think Khlo as he looks at the joyful Lord. Of course I didn't give it any expression.

Crowe's putting Oran on this martial arts tournament in the first place meant two things.

The first, of course, is to make his presence known to the public, as I explained to him. Taking down the soldiers and knights as if they were twisting the hands of a baby, he would have burned into the memory of the people.

The second is restraint. Hershelik is in a weak position compared to the other princes without a back shield. But it is also possible that people who think it is easy to get in because they are in a weak position will come out first. So Oran becomes the jetty of the Prince of the Table, and I can be thorough on the back.

(Hershey is insensitive to her value.

Cro sighs inside. That's why I hope to protect it. But he's a dubious ex-con. There are limits to protecting it. It was Oran who showed up at that time.

(The bad knight himself doesn't like it, but he has the strength.

I never said I would trust you, it was a cro I didn't want to say.

"Does Octa know?

Marx asks, curious.

"No, I don't. But I believed that Oran would win.

To Marx asking, Hershelik replied with a cloudless smile.

It was a dim room.

The place is a place where you can't go in unless you formally follow the steps.

The lights in the room were a few candle lights, dimly indistinguishable from the face.

"…… So, you think the royal family interrupted me?

The man's voice sounds. There was no emotion caged in there. Only faintly confirm the facts.

"Yes, that's the last prince. The person in charge also draws a line with the others.

It was also the voice of a man who answered. That would be older than the first voice. It's a predictable voice.

"The last prince, I thought he was only five years old, but are you sure?

"Yes, I could tell from a distance. Golden hair on a small body, what the entourage called Hershey, no doubt, ……"

"……… What's wrong?

It's rare for him to say it, and a man listens back.

Those questioned hesitated for a moment, but continued their words.

"The prince seems to have noticed my presence, completely obliterated by the signs.

"Your presence? … that's interesting.

There was no reproach for that word, but it sounded as if a child had found a toy.

"You may have been noticed by our presence...... Are you sure?

"There should be no problem.

A man who was prepared to reprimand me answers the question instantly and continues the words.

"Much of the information on the improved medication was gathered. We're done gathering information and moving on to the next phase. But you do..."

He laughs. But because it was dark, no one could see the look on his face.

"Let's keep the prince's information flowing. It's up to them how they cook."

So the conversation ended, and the candle fire in the room went out.