Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"... Hmm, good tea"

Sylvia, who hit the hall of Gallarier lord Zuk Oythurst with an unappointed visit, had a word of tea served for visitors, and said so.

No, it's a really good painting, but do you have a big attitude to the crack you pushed with the suddenness of dinner next door?

"I'd rather drink. Will you be patient?"

You're not at that level of attitude or anything anymore about you, Ebsal. That's so thick. Bogus!

"Why don't you sit down, too, Yong?"

The rooms reserved for guests were lined with furniture and conditioning items that looked expensive to see. Sylvia and Ebsal also sat on a couch that looked expensive.

"Sorry, I'm not sitting in a chair that looks taller than my own clothes."

I just made up my mind.

"Hmm. He said get all that crap out of your mouth."

Gitto-eyed Sylvia stares at me. but I'm not scared, so it's pointless. I rather adore the feeling of being obstinate.

"But Sylvia, you've done a lot of hard work this time. Do I have to see you in such a hurry?

When I asked, Sylvia reassembled her legs.

"Is that Zuk Oythurst? If you're a lord, you'll know where the braves are.... but I don't think you can bring up 'power' just for that reason..."

Sylvia Rote Sherriot Lieselion.

Called a princess knight more proud than anyone else, she hates to wield 'power'.

It is also significant that Olivia, the sister that Sylvia admired, was of such a calm character that she did not associate herself with power, but because she herself prefers to wave the sword to power.

I want to be a knight in the first place, not a royal one. She's the kind of woman I think she is.

That's why I was surprised at Sylvia for forcing her into the consulate using hard means of power.

"... not a big reason"

That being said, Sylvia carries her mouth to the cup of tea again.

"Big deal, you..."

I try to pursue an attitude that hides something, but Ebsal stopped me from doing it.

"The king is alone."

Eavesal, who drank up tea, laughed invincibly.

"What do you mean?"

When asked, Ebsal placed the cup.

"Lieselion is the two great powers alongside Balanchel on this continent. And Sylvia is the Empress of Lieselion.... You can't be licked by a weak little country like Gallarier, Yu"

Ebsal in a teasing tone. So I finally got the hang of it.

I mean, it's a great disrespect to the Lord of the Great Powers to invite you to leave us alone for two days.

That could develop into a diplomatic issue.

"So this one is also"... "working disrespectfully to make chara... is that why"

"Correct. And to put it further, I can also lend you a loan to say," I did it to Chara. "

Hey, Sylvia, did you even think about that?

I don't know, the Empress came about the board, it feels like it.

"Something extra..."

Sylvia turns her sharp gaze to Ebsal. Ebsal, by contrast, smiles as if he could afford it while being stared at.

Is there hair in the heart of Ebsal around being able to be this attitude to the king of one country?

"Hmm?"

The trick and the sound of kicking the floor at regular intervals reached my ears.

Looks like you're here.

The door to the room opened as Sylvia placed the cup on the table.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Your Majesty"

It was a long man in his thirties or so who came into the room. Purple (amethyst) eyes on dull black hair.

He wore trousers on his shirt, and a vest on top of his shirt that seemed to move easily.

"I don't mind. This is the sudden visit that bothered Sir."

Sylvia answers the man who apologizes for looking sorry, standing up and stiffening her voice. I see, is this the outward Sylvia?

"What. I will give you a lift while I invite His Majesty..."

"Good. I also intend to understand Sir's businessness"

"Thank you Happiness"

That's what I said. Sylvia and the lord's man sat back on the couch.

"Now, Sir, do you mind if I change my mind?

Sylvia asks in a voice that dropped a few steps of tone just at the end of the apology match, a man of the lord, whose eyebrows were in eight letters until a moment ago, turns his sharp gaze to Sylvia.

"I don't mind... but before I do, can I ask you something about your people?

Lord who sees Chira, me and Ebsal. For a moment when that sharp gaze was pointed at me,

"Whoa! Oui, what's wrong all of a sudden, kid?

……

I was taking the Devil's Sword out of a different dimensional back and pulling the Devil's Sword out of my sheath.

It was like an eagle-inspired killer, and his body reacted on its own.

"Ho... you're saying it's the man in black, not the Crown Prince, who should be watching"

Lifting his mouth, the lord's man laughs bitterly.

"It would help if you didn't tease me too much. Neither do I, my lord."

"I guess.... The Black (Darkness) Enforcer you were in that battlefield? Well, it's the first experience where you say your name stands for your body, but you're about to be murdered."

The man stroked his neck with a bitter smile and turned his gaze away from me towards Ebsal.

"I can't imagine that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Balanchel will appear with the Emperor of Lieselion."

"Haha, that's me too. Well, this time it's special. This time it's a common acquaintance."

"Ho..."

……

overlapping sight with the Lord's man again. Now there's no killing, just gazing at me like I weigh.

"Let's hear it single-minded, Sir O'Arthurst. I want you to tell me where the brave men of our time are."

Sylvia breaks up the conversation and tells her what to do. Take it, the lord's man frowned.

"I do know. but tell me that and do what? Even if you don't tell me, I'll get you a place."

"It's not even enough to pinch between them... and you can't say it and snort. Let's be honest. I don't want Sir to stand between us."

"So tell me where to stay in the brave line, and don't stand in between yet? Isn't that a lot and one-sided?

When the air between Sylvia and the lord freezes, it becomes as cold as the illusion. I want to see how thick Ebsal is now that I can get a nibble at it.

I'm serious about this middle-aged old man. I'm out of motive. Sylvia and I are fighting each other... and this is the power of the hero who survived the decade of war.

"What do you want to say? No, what do you want?

"It's not a big deal.... Right, I was just about to run out of one player in the demonic act. I'd be happy to pay for one or two pieces of information if you could fill in that player as the Black Enforcer there."

The lord looked at me with an eagle's eye and laughed small.