"Secure them and take them to the garrison. When you hear the origin, strip the weapon and exile it outside Arnelia. No amnesty, also report to the guild if necessary. Please."
"Yes, sir"
The knight, who had been seen as Jake's early beginner, began to prepare himself with the mundane. Jake cared for the woman he was attacking, thinking it was troublesome to cheer and blur around him.
"Would it matter?
"... oh, no problem. Thank you. I wonder when others have helped me."
"I think it wasn't you who helped them, it was them."
"Well, you noticed."
The woman laughed thinly, so Jake was convinced that his account was not wrong.
"I knew it. Sounds fine for that, but no more trouble, please."
"Boy, I want to hear one thing. Why did you help me, understanding that I would be able to deal with it without any problems?
"That's the knight's duty. And... men protect women."
The woman was a little surprised and smiled at the words Jake said looking slightly illuminated. The smile was so beautiful, Jake turned elsewhere so he couldn't accidentally see the blushing face.
The woman spoke to Jake with interest.
"Lord Young Knight, what's your name?
"It's Jake. Squadron leader of the Knights of the Temple."
"Jake - I see. At that age, I was great with the Squadron Leader. Are you going to compete in this martial arts tournament?
"I'm supposed to participate from the main battle. And you?"
"It's from qualifying. They say the game is first thing tomorrow morning. If I can compete in the main battle, I'd love to work with you."
Titania nicknamed her pseudonym aggressively. I've never been down in people before, but I've rarely even named my pseudonym when I got down. There is no other name for Titania, and no matter how similar your figure may be, there are few opponents who think by linking themselves to the legendary sword emperor. I didn't need to name the pseudonym in that sense, but I used the pseudonym just in case it meant an associate of the Temple Knights. Titania also has a purpose. Until then, I wanted to avoid the biggest rubbing possible.
Besides, Titania liked Jake's sword muscle. I've heard the name from Doom, but how can he be a good swordsman inside? To the point of wanting to see you grow up.
More fun. Titania, thinking so, had disappeared to hide herself from the hustle and noise.
"King Gruzaldo, Dear Dryan, Dear!
The social arena became noisy again. It was on the eve of the Continental Peace Conference that the King of the Beastman appeared without any foretaste in the place where most of the Heads of State appeared. Groussard's envoys are bound to show their faces every time, and it is something that anyone attending a meeting knows that his king, Dryan, is not fit for the Beast Man and is good at his witchcraft.
However, it was not a long time before the person himself came out. Dignified Drean walked wide as everyone watched quietly with a surprise face as he could see his face from anywhere on the field. Behind him was Roch, the beast general, and when he stopped, he called out to the service (waiter) who was there.
"Can I get one water?
"Yes, sir"
Drinking a glass of water served by the waiter, the next thing you know, Dryan demanding wine. The king, an animal man but also perfectly tasting, often after indulging in wine, spoke to the service.
"Thirty years old from Shangria. Am I wrong?
"No, unfortunately. This one will be from Burdard for 15 years. Kuse is similar, and because he pursued flavor while being a relatively young wine, he would be mistaken for an aged wine. Although it comes from Burdard, it is also a product that I often make mistakes because I have had the seedlings separated from Shangria. This is something that even wine experts make a lot of mistakes about."
"Hmm, not enough drilling yet? I've had 30 years of Shangriya. What do you say, Roch?
"Mmmm... does it smell slightly thin. I know it's aromatic for a 15 year old. Is it different from a 17 year old?
"You're getting a better rating for this one with motivation. The numbers are scarce."
Seeing the Beast King blossoming in wine rigging with the waiter, the tension of the envoys of other countries took hold. I knew that his Beast King was deeply and deeply interested in human culture, because he was right. In fact, there was a gradual gathering of those around the king who could talk about alcohol, and at some point moved on to a story of no other love. It seems that the beast generals who follow the trail of Dryan have not been flattered by the envoys of other nations for their strength.
To avoid the noise, Dryan was looking out for Muse when he went out on the balcony fluttering. Muse follows Dryan and goes outside.