Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

Ray and Ashley are walking towards the big dining room in Baron Atley's mansion.

(He said dinner, but I don't know about manners... I wasn't thinking about setting up manners... what were you doing with your meal settings?

He walks next to Ashley, thinking about it.

Ashley walking next door also

(I wonder how the Baron would react by looking at these clothes? I have never seen it, but the Baron would have seen the Saint Knight of Lukes......)

The great dining room was a splendid one with a large table that allowed more than twenty people to meet at once and a big, bright, shining chandelier - not a candle, but more brilliant due to light attribute magic.

Today, however, there were only five members of the Baron family - the Baron, a beautiful woman in her early thirties because she thought she was a lady, her eldest daughter Oriana, and two boys about ten years old - because of the meal in the inner circle.

When Ray and Ashley got to their seats, the Baron was surprised at Ray's appearance, but immediately began to introduce the family, and, conveying his apology to Ray, the meal began.

The meal consisted of many dishes with vegetables and freshwater fish - the Kingdom of Lax is famous for its many lakes and its mass and other freshwater fish - which were satisfactory in terms of quality and quantity.

Especially for Ray, who had a light meal after lunch break - only hard bread and cheese - he also added a seasoning called hunger, which he felt was very tasty.

The meal was accompanied by a beer-like sparkling liquor with white wine and dark colors, and Ray hesitated to know what to do with it, which had no connection with the liquor.

When I squeezed my courage and drank it, the white wine was felt very well, coupled with a slightly sweet, weak carbonation.

As a result, he drinks wine at a good pace and begins to get lightly drunk.

The manners I was worried about didn't seem particularly difficult either, and the meal went along fine, stealing Ashley sitting next to me.

The meal also plugged to the end and the baron asked about Ray's outfit.

"It's the knightly clothes Lord Ray wears, but I feel like they're similar to those of the Saint Knights of Luke's Holy Kingdom... have you ever been reminded of anything?

Ray was surprised by the words and Ashley looked at him funny on the side.

"No, nothing yet... is it the Holy King... he used the magic of light attributes, but I don't remember him very well. Are these clothes the same as the Saint Knight's clothes?

"Nor is Noh that familiar, but I don't feel the design of the crest is a little complicated. The use of colour and the atmosphere is exactly what the Holy Knight is all about... but it might be troublesome to be seen by the Bishop of Light God."

The baron looked just a little nasty and said so.

Ray wondered, "Phototheism? Bishop? Why?" Ashley answers on behalf of the Baron.

"There is something slightly fanatical about the light divinity of this city, Bishop Azaro of the Temple of the God of Light, officially the Chief Cleric. This is Lax, where Fonce, the god of water, is most believed, but Lucidus, the god of light, pushes the idea of absolute God. It's an exclusive rumor that even the temple of the God of Light can be held."

In the case of the size of the city of Morton, it is usually normal to have the temple of all eight attributes and the twelve temples of the Creating God, the God of heaven, the God of the earth and the God of man.

It is not uncommon for small towns and villages to have only the temple of God of Man = Wita, but there is always everything in the core cities of the region because it is necessary at festivals, events, etc.

Phototheism is a new way of thinking about Lucidus, the god of light, as an absolute god, but it is not widespread outside the Holy Kingdom of Lukes.

The nomenclature of the clergy has also been changed at will to Archbishops, Bishops, Priests, etc., and in the Holy Kingdoms even attempts to exclude other temples.

Especially the temple of the Dark God Noctis, as a cult that practised the devil, within the Holy King a campaign of exclusion had begun.

The main mountain of the Temple of Light is within the Holy King Lukes, from which the priests are sent, but Bishop Azaro was a particularly fanatical religious among them.

"That is. If that Bishop Azaro sees himself now, he will make a scene by saying he is an undeserved man who deceives the Holy Knight."

Ray comes from a country with a loose religious view of Japan, so all I can think of is a cult group when it comes to fanatics.

(I don't think I thought about setting up light theism... but I don't like being chased around by cults. Maybe the clothes should be something else...... but what about the armor? I guess it's pretty good stuff because Ashley cares enough...)

If he is caught in such a thought, he signals Edward, the deacon, who the baron refrains from behind.

"This is a small thank you for saving Noon and his daughter's life. Will you take it?"

The baron places a small leather bag on the table that looks firmly heavy.

When I checked inside, there were twenty gold coins in it.

(One gold coin is hundred C (krona), so 100,000 yen. Twenty pieces means two million yen... enough money for the moment, can I have it?

He thought so, turning her gaze toward Ashley, she nodded small,

"My lord's sentiment. You should take it," he advised me to whisper.

"Thank you. Helpful," he bowed his head to the baron and received the gold coin.

The Baron has asked about his plans for tomorrow with Ashley.

Apparently, he was going to call the branch chief of the mercenary guild and ask for clarification about this mercenary betrayal.

He, of course, had no particular business with Ashley, so he was to be at the Mansion in the morning.

Dinner was over, and Ray returned to the room he was given.

And I was lying in bed, remembering a long day.

(After all, is it a different world trip? Tomorrow morning, when I wake up, I'll be in my room futon and it won't be... Nevertheless, it is the first time I have seen the body of a man who has been tragically murdered. That's who I killed too... I know this can't be a dream if you look so real... and I'm glad today's dinner isn't meat dish...)

He had doubts that this world was so similar to the world of novels he had in mind.

(It is too similar to the world of Trinitas Mundus. It's convenient for me, but why? I can remember the world setting, but I can't remember the key story... I can't even remember the main character's name. It's like they're blocking my memory...)

If you keep thinking about it for a moment, you'll get a dull headache. For this reason, I find myself in the dilemma of not being able to think any further, even though I seem to recall it in a few moments.

He gave up remembering the story and decided to think about world settings and magic.

In his setting, parameters such as muscle strength, intelligence, etc. do not exist. Hit points, magic points, etc. are not quantified either.

Levels are the ones where the most skills can be used effectively, for example, if the swordsmanship skills are high, the "swordsman" and the "archer” if the bow skills are high, the strength and effectiveness of which are referred to as “occupational levels” and are calculated from skill levels and experience points.

(I can't see the status, but it should have been a setting where I could see my professional level, skills, magic... I should have imagined the Demon Crystal Stone and thought of the items I wanted to see... Ah! seen. The level is…)

The item he saw, first of all, was the level.

Are you a magician? Even newcomers should be at level six in training. That's only “one”)

In the setting of his novel, the general level of combat skill was between one and five for amateurs, between six and fifteen for recruits, between sixteen and thirty for soldiers in general, between thirty-one and fifty for veteran soldiers, and between seventy and eighty for the best you can generally see, and this was the general guide. By the way, man's strongest class - the top level of knights, mercenaries, and adventurers - is about a hundred and fifty. In the case of dragon men and other long-lived species, it was assumed that some exceeded two hundred.

Next I look at the skills but swordsmanship, mastery... it all says "??". I just can't tell if it's blocked or if it's really unusable.

Finally, when I checked the magic association, I was able to confirm that all eight attributes were available.

Even if he lives in this world, he relieves himself that if magic can be used, it will be sufficient advantages.

And I started thinking about tomorrow.

(I can't use modern Japanese knowledge for internal affairs and production cheats. I can't think of anything that the knowledge I know can be turned into money too halfway and quickly. When that happens, there's still only “adventurers"... “fighting” isn't as dominant as mercenaries, but killing each other is the job... Anyway, people might be able to kill monsters...)

In this world, there are guilds such as craftsmen and merchants, but craftsmen and merchants take a brother-in-law system, making it quite difficult for a pompous person to join the guild.

Relatively easy to join is becoming an Alliance of Adventurers and Mercenaries.

Since we are both most meritocratic, it is not possible to ensure a stable income from subscription equals.

(I have the gold coins and bandit bounty the baron got me, the compensation from the mercenary guild Ashley was talking about, but if I buy what I need, I guess I'll miss him soon. Again, not getting the means to secure income...... talk to Ashley tomorrow morning......)

The next morning, I wake up in the morning sun plugging in through the window.

(I knew it wasn't a dream... I was kind of hoping. Still, normally, you become a god, and God's use explains it. I wasn't hit by a track, I wasn't playing a game. I think you could explain to me about the cause and why I tripped here...)

It wasn't a dream, and Tripp's reasons were not revealed, so he wakes up slightly poorly, but rethinks that he has no choice but to sleep infidelly.

Getting dressed and looking to the side, there was a metal mirror hanging that I didn't notice last night.

Seeing his own face in that mirror, there was a beautiful white young man's face with pale eyes on his shiny, clean blonde hair.

(Awesome... second one... he's a good-looking guy who could be an actor...)

He was relieved for a moment and stared himself in the face.

(I don't feel like my face. If you pay attention to how you talk and how you behave, you must have... but I guess I can't...)

I woke up relieved and, as planned, headed to Ashley's room.

She was also already awake, armored and equipped.

"I've been gearing up all morning, but you're gonna be there in the morning for a meeting with the Branch Manager of the Mercenary Guild, right?

He wonders, and asks so,

"Oh, I thought I'd give you a little workout in the backyard now. How's Ray?

She held the sword of love in her hand and hung a word of invitation to him.

He also thought about wanting to keep his body moving a little and whether to turn down the invitation at the corner, so he said, "Okay. I'll get geared up, you go ahead," he admitted, returning to his room to put on his armor.

Return to your room and wear your armor as Ashley taught you yesterday.

Though confused at first, my body moved naturally when I started wearing it, enough to wrap my armor around my whole body.

(I wonder what it was yesterday after all that hard work? I feel it was worn easier than the Kendo protective gear I wore in my gym class in middle school... I feel like I remember my body...)

Heading into the backyard, you can see Ashley waving her sword.

Though not shaped, he seems to be waving his sword with his virtual enemies in mind, mixing tricky movements in his powerful swing as well.

(That's a sword that feels like it's in action... suppose you move your body too without looking at people...)

Though he will put up the spear he has in his hand, he doesn't know where to hold it and how to put it.

In the midst of all the trials and errors, have somewhat different places and go with simple poking repeatedly.

I feel that the sharpness gradually increases in the penetration, and I also add double penetration and twisted motion.

(Looks like I remember my body after all. It may be similar to what it felt like when I played a game I hadn't played in years... at first I couldn't get enough of the controller operation, like I was going to remember my old feelings, like that...)

Ashley, who was waving his sword beside him, watched as he moved.

(Absolutely novice in the beginning, no, it was in the state it was before. But you're starting to get sharp in the poke right away. I wouldn't call you a veteran with my current arm, but I would be able to cross with a middle-class...... you have no idea man)

She is interested in Ray's training appearance and comes up with something.

(What about the sword? Only spears and magic were there then. I haven't seen it yet, but sheaths alone look pretty good in the industry......)

"Ray, you got a minute," she said, and he immediately stopped and said, "What?" and leaning on his little neck.

"Why don't you try a spear as well as a sword. I didn't see that sword yesterday, so I want to see what it looks like and see how much your arm is."

He nods, puts his spear against the wall, and pulls out his sword.

The grip is short, handled with one hand, a type of sword called the Longsword, whose sword body, the Blade, shines beautifully in the morning sun.

He doesn't know what to do with it. He tries to put up his sword with half a body, but he's not like that.

"Ashley, what am I supposed to do? Is this the grip?

She uses her own two-handed sword to briefly explain the basic structure and how to shake it.

Listening to that explanation, waving his sword gradually became like when he was a spear.

I can tell the maid that she was ready for breakfast when she hung the invitation to do a mock fight, which I thought was going to be interesting.

(It looked like a funny corner...... okay. I still have time after breakfast)

The two headed to the dining room as they were.