Sanzen no Souru Supina

While expecting that to be the case, Rave swirled over the city with his chest honking and deserving of the man's appearance from all angles, to an encounter with an opponent who had otherwise given up.

So-so back length.

As a knight, he is a small soldier, but the light in his eyes makes him feel a strong will.

Perhaps a teenager because of the finesse of his skin, which can be distorted from the tone of his voice and the gap between his stalls?

Only bravery is definitely full.

For example, if I lead you right from now on, you could be a fine hero.

Or even as a lover, Rave thinks.

That's not all, of course.

More importantly, the man already had a glimpse of one scale of tremendous talent.

Rave was strongly attracted there.

For example, there is an answer to the scaffold of horseback riding across him.

That wasn't on the roof or anything.

Aerial.

I don't know what the trick is, or the incompetence, but the Black Knight stood in an unfulfilled void that would otherwise remain with humanity.

It is like taking away one's eighteenth (postcard), the maiden of a true knight, but behaving every now and then.

That's all, but Rave felt as if he was challenged more than words by the existence of himself.

That's why I responded.

"An interesting man. Come on, let's meet the challenge. But a single hit is square, and it's polite to name and do it - first the challenging side will name it."

Stopped at one of the spires, the winged rave looked down at the knight and preached his reason.

The decorative battle costumes characteristic of the true knight maidens flicker into the sea breeze.

After a while, the knight also responded.

Something to think about, while.

Then I said quietly.

"I can't be named for it because of it. So I want you to call me" The Black Knight. "

Rave was flashed for a moment by the response of not many knights, and the next moment, he was laughing.

I was wondering if I could keep an eye on it.

But at the same time, it's funny, I think.

A black knight, to be repeated, is a sign of dishonor in human society, its name.

I didn't expect you to call it that.

The sea and the land were dominated, and then there is more to gambling at that stage, first of all, to fight on the back of a country that is just doomed.

It would be too much of a choice to put up a medal and make a name for yourself and snow a disgrace.

Or did he commit a disgraceful act that he couldn't get back if he didn't get that far?

Whatever it is, if you want to regain your honor, you must first name it and let the heavens know that you exist and claim to exist.

Yet this man went out of his way to "call me the Black Knight".

This is close to letting go of saying, "Call yourself impossible" if you can.

He affirmed that there was no honor to be restored.

There is no name to be named.

There is no home to recover from.

And so is the claim.

Rave was interested there.

This means that this man is not fighting for his honor, let alone to restore his lost status and wealth, but for something more wrong (...).

If you're trying to save the people of this city, it's extremely hard to think about, but even if you provoke them like this, you're going to help those hipsters who don't even have the courage to shoot one bow.

That means nothing, nothing in return.

That seems like a shitty thing to Rave.

It's equal to wanting to save garbage.

But that's fine, this guy says.

For example, does the act of purposefully keeping the helm drained and hiding the face with a stall also make sense?

This man says he wants to save the people, only anonymously.

The only man who does that is either a big fool or a righteous ally (a hero).

Oddly enough, that matched the first impression Rave had.

I see, Rave was crushing without knowing.

"Call me Black Knight, when? Interesting. Fine, Black Knight. Take your challenge."

Kacha, and rings the silver cage hand to point at the knight.

At last, continue.

"At last, what do you bet on your challenge, but..."

In this day and age, as Rave put it, meaningless one-handed strikes do not exist first.

More or less, it was the age of common sense that a single strike was, so to speak, a surrogate war, which took place instead of an all-arms clash.

So an interrogatory battle was always with the object of the bet.

"Now how should we"

Rave showed it to the pleasure of coming down and springing, with his hands on his thin chin and his little neck.

Think slowly on purpose.

I wanted to see how they came out.

I felt I could count on them with that answer.

And as that thought implied, the Black Knight stuck his demands aside from the Rave.

"There is only one thing I want. I want you to pull your hand out of this city. I want you to stop joining Osmadra and go back to your world... to Avalon, protected by fog."

Too straightforward.

Ha, and Rave laughed.

Not for ridicule.

Because I saw his, black knight's straight sexual roots there.

That was in a hell of a battlefield, close to a human reaction when he unexpectedly sniffed the sober air.

Because saying your demands ahead of time is teaching them their greatest weaknesses.

If you're willing to rush, the first thing you need to do is talk.

Is it because of that?

The corresponding rave tone was surprisingly gentle on its own.

"That's quite a condition. Not bad, Lord Black Knight. But our code of conduct goes hand in hand with the decision of the True Knight clan. The terms that you have spoken now, the promise of which exceeds my authority. If you can, you can't bet on the fate of this city."

In you, neither emperor nor governor of this city, let what I truly desire not be wagered.

"The moment you lose, this city falls into our hands."

There aren't enough bets for you to go through your wishes, Rave said with a laugh.

"What will you do, Lord Black Knight?

"Then how far can you swallow?"

Said it wouldn't be a bet, the Black Knight ate down with hard words.

The expression has a bitter colour.

increasingly preferred, Rave thinks.

This man is serious, knowing that this is exactly the city (town) that is about to fall: trying to protect the people of Heliatium.

I see, there's not a lot of idiots like this.

Rave gave the Black Knight credit, albeit tentatively.

Little idiots are dumb enough to act like they're trying to make themselves look smart, but at this size, it's a different story.

This man definitely has heroic qualities.

There is a sparkling gemstone-like twinkle.

The true knight maidens have properties that are strongly attracted to glowing things, just as certain birds are.

Not to the treasures of gold and silver, but to the radiance of the will, which means.

If I had noticed that thought, I would have worded it.

"Right... then I'll say the terms first. And on the same terms, I will swallow too. In other words, the guiding principle of equivalence. Exchange multiplier (rate) that only works between us."

I wonder, the Black Knight answered Rave asking with his neck tied.

Good, Rave nods back, too.

Then I said.

Don't hesitate, then.

"If you give in to me, then be mine, Black Knight."

The black knight - Ashley - accidentally stuck his throat in the rave, spreading his grin as he looked down from the high ground.