I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

10 – Guardian Knight – (4)

“You came and picked it up, did you?”

This seemingly expensive sword? A masterpiece that the best blacksmith in the empire must have made with all his might? I just went out to drink in the neighborhood and picked it up like a 500 won coin?

“……yes.”

A voice crawling into a rat hole.

Millia also seemed to understand how absurd her words were. She bowed her head and wiggled her fingers.

“No, yes. It must be something like that.”

At my words, Milia slightly shook her shoulders.

yes. Anyway, wouldn’t you have picked it up for me?

To put so much effort into the evil Fried, my heart felt a little crushed.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I was relieved.”

“Hush. It’s nothing special.”

I wrapped the sword in a red cloth again and set it aside. It was important that I had a sword. If it hadn’t been for Milia, I would have only written the ominous song I stole from Slaine.

I turned my gaze to Milia again. When Milia caught my gaze, she flinched like a student caught cheating.

So why is he doing this here? Is there a dragon?

“Is there anything uncomfortable?”

No, Fried must be uncomfortable. I laughed bitterly at that thought.

“Oh, no.”

“Yeah, yes.”

Awkward silence again.

In the end, it was Millia who declared surrender.

“Then I’ll just leave.”

She trotted back, nodded, and turned away. Then, he strode out to the guards quarters.

“Hey, Millia.”

I called her like that.

Milia stiffened her posture and twisted her head like a wooden doll.

“I have something to ask you.”

When I spoke first, Milia’s face turned red.

It seemed that he was expecting him to throw a hwadu in his heart.

“Yes! Feel free to ask.”

I thought about it for a while and then brought up the story.

“How do you learn spiritism?”

Even if my body became dramatically stronger in synchronization with Fried, it wasn’t 100%. It was at the level of the strongest among ordinary people, but it did not enter the ranks of the strong.

I needed a trick to fill that gap.

One of them was thought to be spiritism. It doesn’t use my mana, so I don’t have to worry about mana management, and the destructive power is outstanding.

The problem is that I’m not going to fall like Lautrec in the future, but I decided to go and think about that then.

“Well.”

But Milia tilted her head.

“But Sir Fried obviously didn’t do that before. ‘Elemental magic is an obscene and low-grade magic used by third-class people who are not confident in their own mana.'”

“…”

“Before Sir Lautrec.”

Free this son of a bitch

I searched for words to answer, but I was completely blocked by Milia’s words, so I had nothing to say.

“Most of all, Spirit Art requires high affinity with spirits. Since it seems to be innate, I wonder if it would be difficult for me or Sir Fried.

“Right.”

After hearing the story, spiritism seemed difficult.

Of course, I also thought about the number of cases other than that.

However, all of them had mana management as a prerequisite. As a modern person, using mana skillfully would be as difficult as writing a name with a tail that suddenly grew.

Every evening, he practiced mana management by beating scarecrows, but there was no progress. I thought that catching floating clouds meant this.

“Then another question. Where do I get the spell stone?”

The least bad method was a spell stone, a spell stone.

In Raising Empress, the spell stone was a very useful item. Even if you don’t know anything about mana, you can use it just by throwing stones, and if the grade is high, you can create an effect comparable to great magic.

The astronomical price and disposable use would be disadvantages, but the return was clear.

Millia pondered and replied.

“If it’s a spell stone, there’s probably an artisan in the capital who specializes in handling it.”

“Oh. Where is it?”

“But at the time of the last terrorist attack, it seems that he was in the middle of the explosion.”

“…”

“A high-level magician can create a spell stone, but it will be difficult unless you are at the level of the master of the mage. It seems like it would be difficult for you to set aside time for yourself.”

“……Sigh.”

There is nothing to do.

Milia asked as she grunted inwardly.

“By the way, may I ask why you are asking such things?”

Millia, who asked that question, had a very serious face.

What should I say to Millia? After thinking for a while, I replied.

“I just… wanted to do something. Even for the safety of the princess.”

I smiled bitterly.

It reminded her of how she had neglected Lynthia’s safety at the time of the prelude, blinded by the enemy in front of her.

If it wasn’t for Lautrec, it would have been pierced by an arrow and it would have been game over.

“I felt it on National Foundation Day, but there is a limit no matter how much you cut down enemies. From now on, it’s important not to cut, but to protect.

“It’s important to protect… Guardian Knight…”

Milia thought over my words and her eyes twinkled. He seemed to be impressed.

After finishing her thoughts, she spoke again after a while.

“Certainly, it seems that I have not been aware of Sir Fried’s ideals.”

“yes?”

“Sir Fried protected the princess like a guardian knight more than anyone during the National Foundation Day disaster.

Millia put her hand to her chest and bowed down.

“It was my mistake and my lack. I’m sorry.”

Embarrassed, I got up from my seat. I didn’t mean to reflect, but why are you doing this?

“No, I have nothing to be sorry about.”

“In that sense, I have a favor to ask of you.”

After I stopped talking, Milia raised her head.

Millia’s eyes burned fiercely, reminiscent of cold flames.

The reason why it was a cold flame was because I felt a creepy chill from the flame.

“Now that time has passed, I’ve grown in my own way. I don’t think I’m a newbie anymore.”

Millia drew her sword.

“Please do sparring with me on the map.”

So it wasn’t map sparring.

*

Milia Liantur stood on one side of the parade ground and took a deep breath. It circulates air through the lungs and tenses the limbs.

On the other side, the gray-haired knight, Freed, was standing in an awkward position.

What he and Millia were holding were wooden swords. Originally, he wanted to use a real sword for sparring, but Fried was extremely opposed to it. It was useless to appeal that training like real combat was the first formula for victory.

I didn’t understand it from Milia’s point of view, but it was okay. Whether it’s a real sword or a wooden sword, the day has come again when he will face to face with Freed. For Milia, this sparring could be revenge for the day, or it could be a farewell to herself who was lacking. Whatever it was, it was what I wanted.

She turned the wooden sword around and loosened her wrist.

“Hey, Millia?”

For some reason, Fried put on protective equipment on his joints and spoke.

“Why don’t you think again. Your legs haven’t healed yet.”

“It’s okay. It’s worth running.”

Even though Fried was seriously injured, he devoted himself to training every day. Millia also saw him and thought it was an attitude he should imitate.

“Do you remember?”

Millia brought up the story, recalling her memories.

“I suffered a crushing defeat against you here half a year ago.”

On the first day of her appointment as a Guardian Knight, Milia’s memories of being happy were ruined by the knight named Fried.

Milia, who was congratulated by everyone and had new ambitions, was called out by Fried when he came to the dorm.

And then, saying that it was a declaration ceremony, he made me raise a sword.

At first I refused. No matter how much, it’s not even training, so I can’t face the sword.

“At that time, Lord Fried said that I was a dirty bitch who became a Guardian Knight with no skills but a family halo.”

“……I was the one to kill. I’m really sorry.”

“no.”

When Miria heard that, she went into battle in a fit of rage.

But it broke miserably. beaten all over the body He was defeated without even touching a single strand of hair.

To her, Fried smiled viciously and said, “Isn’t it right?”

I couldn’t refute that statement. Millia was conceited as a person of considerable skill. Fried gave her a painful reality. I felt like a frog in a well.

Even though they were the same guardian knights, the gap in their skills was that great. I realized my own inadequacies. After that, Milia worked harder than anyone else to overcome that evaluation.

“That’s why I will consider this battle as an ordeal given to me.”

He overcomes the huge hurdle called Fried Iscobal. Stand shoulder to shoulder with him and overcome the crisis of the empire. Prove that you are a full-fledged Guardian Knight.

Millia cheered up and took a stance. It was a preparation posture with the tip of the sword facing forward and lowering the body as much as possible.

fight with all one’s might Otherwise, I thought it was an opponent I couldn’t win.

“I’ll go.”

Milia declared. However, Fried hadn’t even gotten his posture right yet.

You’re looking so shallow Millia’s face twisted.

If so, I had to show it even more clearly.

Milia strained her calves.

Fighting with Fried in a power struggle is not a good thing. Now that Oswald was gone, his physical strength was the strongest among the Guardian Knights.

You can’t go long term either. In terms of stamina and stamina, Milia is pushed behind in almost every aspect. The leg injury still hasn’t healed.

Fortunately, because it was training, neither mana was used. For Milia, who was inferior to Fried in even the purity of mana, it could be said that it was fortunate out of misfortune.

If so, the decision is made on the 1 sum. From the beginning, Millia pulls out the strongest number she can pull out. It was the only way.

Look at Fred’s posture. was obviously careless. That carelessness will lead to defeat, Millia thought.

“Yes.”

Millia kicked her leg as soon as she could finish her thoughts.

Before the wind even picked up, she was right in front of Fried.

Milia is the only one that is ahead of Freed.

it was speed.

shock.

wielded a wooden sword Although it was an honest sword, its speed was fast enough to rival those containing mana. It was the result of long training.

And the moment Freed reacted by raising his sword, she withdrew her sword.

Then, with all his strength, he swung his sword so fast that his blood vessels burst.

Of course, I don’t think this will do any significant damage to him. However, as long as the number is twisted once, the sword of Freed will lose its place with the sword here.

Hit that gap again.

After thinking about it, Milia smiled all over her face.

f*k.

With a tremendous sound, her sword hit Fried’s forehead.

“Keah!”

Unable to overcome the shock, Fried flew away and got stuck in the corner of the parade ground.

Sand dust rose.

Millia was still stiff in the same posture as she had raised her sword.

“what?”

This isn’t it.

I should have stopped here.