Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

When it was some time after dinner.

Gilvim became her opponent, as promised, when she was asked to be a playmate by mute.

Without depression, I treated her as if she were my child, because I didn't hate her in the first place. I didn't want to stay up late, but if she lost her drowsiness along the way, she was also letting her feelings empty.

"I hear your daughter shook you...... I beat a big one and bought you some yummy booze. Why don't we hang out?

I just left the mutt with Aurelie and Marc invites me to dinner.

Gilvim dated in two replies. There was also a purpose separate from reunion, and I thought it would be convenient to get it done if it was something to lay low on mute.

So half the feeling of celebrating his first reunion in years, half the feeling of fulfilling the duties to be fulfilled here - all over the chest, he lined up at the counter with his best friend.

A room temperature fine liquor poured into the glass dissolves large grains of ice - lighting In one dim store, a small toast voice and the sound of touching the glass echo.

After a single breath tilting as it was, Marc smudged it out.

"It's been a year since I've been doing this with you. It's early."

"Not at all. A week on the Feilong from the Imperial Capital to here. If I didn't even get a long vacation, I wouldn't even be able to show my face for it. How did you become the Knights Commander?"

Shoulders shrugged, Gilvim laughing like a shrug.

"I see you're here... thank you for your footwork, our coveted Knight Commander. Ah, hehe"

"Come on. It's a word I've finally stopped hearing since I got here."

Marc, who had teased me, gave me a big thank you.

If it's that degree of grubbing, Gilvim remembers more than he can count. So I'm used to it, but I don't want to get sick of it until I visit this land all the way.

"Is that it? I meant to serve it... but I hear you're having a hard time too"

"Thanks for guessing."

Now he smiles intimately and puts a second bite on the glass.

"Still, that kid is a lot obsessed with you... a little complicated as a parent"

"Don't be jealous. I'm not asking you to marry your daughter. How old will it be this year?

"I'm eight years old now."

"You're starting to look like your mother. You're the one with the personality."

Talking about it, Aurelie just turned up to the counter.

After putting the mutt to bed, he was cooking and carrying it in the kitchen of the store. Standing in the counter she served it was an aromatic ham and several varieties of cheese.

"Alcohol alone would still miss your mouth, wouldn't it?

"I'm sorry...... for a long time a woman named you feels good. When I was a soldier, when I got used to it, I wasn't, but now I think that was an odd picture. Some aristocratic warrant lady is wielding a big sword and rambling it - it looked that way. No, you were a braver 'brave man' than anyone."

Looking back at the time, Gilvim thanked Aureli.

I get a good reply from Marc, who made me feel better when I heard that, on her behalf.

"You know exactly what I mean. I had one shot at that. [M] And then, as you know, every time I confess, I get knocked out, and I still persevere in worship, and now I'm a married couple who have a daughter."

"A lot of lords told me, but no one was as persistent as that...... if you could have stayed on track and even made a proposal, that kid might have grown up a little bit more. But even if you don't, you're still happy."

Aurelie smiled as she prepared her own glass.

"It's a good thing the couple is full of circles... so let's talk about something that's not funny right now"

Gilvim decides to talk about it before it becomes an atmosphere of reunification. Forecasting where the couple's face, who guessed it, turned into something serious, he continued with his voice down.

"To begin with, this is a decree from His Majesty. It seems I'm still the only one your majesty is asking about my chest. No other word will ever be forgiven. I want you to remember this..."

Marc and his wife were told on this occasion that:

Ten years ago, from this point on, the Empire won the historic Knight of Arcadia Martial Arts Festival last year. Something that had been spotted if it had been colored to the result so far, but that year was stained with a single color from the top.

In a tournament that was supposed to be a thumbnail of future military power, it upset the balance with the Federation in ceasefire.

This reminded me secretly of Laterios, Emperor of the Empire.

"If we wage war, can the Empire conquer the Federation?

With just one pleasant win, anxiety remains as an ingredient to judge.

Coincidentally, we did not benefit from talent, the Federation was organizationally concealing talent, obstruction was being carried out in a third party conspiracy, and there is no denying that possibility.

Still, if we even conquer the Federation, none of it is a dream to unite the world - this possibility had touched the harp line of Laterios.

And the arrow of its white feathers stood on Gilvim, who was trusted by the emperor.

"Let your friends, who are currently leaping in Aizeon, gather federal intelligence."

The trustee expects the trustee, the trustee, to convey it.

"- Sometimes it's just the tenth year you've moved to a neutral country."

"Well... as an intelligence agent, I wanted to continue my life of gathering inside information about the Federation in detail while getting that kind of pay. That's what it's called, yes... really, that man is a genius who takes away the happiness of others. What the hell are you thinking these days?"

Marc, smiling weakly, held his head close to falling back.

The word tenth year referred to a certain period of time laid down by the Authority. It is time to restrict entry and exit from the Empire to the Federation, from the Federation to the Empire, via neutral states.

It is primarily aimed at the prevention of intelligence activities and, irrespective of race, gender or identity, there are no special provisions allowed for this either.

As far as being picked up information flowing into neutral countries is concerned, it is not entirely preventable either. Still, I wouldn't be able to prevent it as one without this.

"We can't go back the other three years if we cross from the Empire to the Neutral Nation, and the Federation. Restrictions are placed on the Authority. He's in the middle of an enemy country. The danger is immeasurable... if you want, you can say no to His Majesty from me"

"Don't be stupid!... that's all you have to do. That is a stupid emperor. If we do that, you and we can't just do it. I can't take it back. You know that, don't you?

Marc rejected the suggestion from his best friend in a frustrating manner.

"The enemy states are planning to wage war against the agreement… in case the federal government finds out, it could also start a war once and for all. Depending on the information you bring back in three years... we're going to go to war. Really, it's a total foolishness. Why are they trying to set fire to the world going to the Pacific?"

Then for a while, only silence flowed.

"... sorry. It was getting a little emotional."

Eventually a bright grin keeps Marc getting back on his mind.

"It was indeed the least interesting story. But it's over, isn't it? Then let's have a fun story. It's still a long night. I need you to hang out with me, okay?

"... of course. I'll hang out with you until the barrel's empty."

As the saying goes, Gilvim drank down that evening.