Vol. 1 - Ch. 10 - Days without Blessings_3

"Doo!"I stepped forward at once and slammed my sword into the opponent's forearm. The opponent let out a short scream, took down the sword, then glared at me and said in a small voice, "Oh dear."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Hey, the one without blessings has won again!"

"It doesn't matter if you can only wield a sword. He'll be finished off if he gets hit by an offensive magic spell."

"But still , I think he's good with the sword, and there are things I can learn from him..."

"No, I'm not sure about that."

Although magical power can be passed through iron swords and armor, it cannot be compared with silver, which has the highest magical power conductivity. The attack of the iron sword can be guarded with a sword even if it has magical power. But with a silver sword, even if you guard against it, you will be blown away without any questions. However, the attacker still takes damage on top of the guard, so it cannot be prevented so many times. Also, unlike silver armor, iron armor cannot cover the entire body with a magical barrier. It is possible to reach the enemy's sword by striking repeatedly and looking for gaps.

Therefore, if I was fighting against an ordinary member of the corps wearing iron equipment, I could fight on the basis of my own swordsmanship.

So far in today's swordsmanship training, I have won all the battles. But it was about time.

As I was anticipating the next development with the murmur of the group members in the background, an officer wearing silver equipment came forward, just as I had predicted.

"All right, I'm next."

<"Oh, I've been waiting for you! Please show me what you got!">

"Hey, no blessings! You're not going to get away with this! You should have known better!" The last line is from the opponent I just defeated.

This is the usual development.

"The man who has no blessing but is foolishly getting on with himself is righteously condemned by a person who has received the blessing of the goddess Yona."

It is very easy to understand good and evil. The group members were excited to see this entertainment.

.............

I fell to the ground and was met with ridicule. The sight of a man without blessings blown away like a leaf is a famous sight in the swordsmanship training of the Fifth Order.

No matter how many times I rolled on the ground, no matter how painful it was, I never let go of my sword. It was a sight that was so comical to the others that it stimulated their fascination with swordsmanship.

"Oh, my God, he's still holding the sword."

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"Get up, get up, get up! Don't sleep!"

I got up somehow, despite the abuse I was receiving, and readied my sword.

"I'll be the next one."

Another man wearing silver equipment came out. His face was full of amusement.

..........

After the training was over, I washed my wounds in the well.

"I am in splendid tatters today as well."

I remembered a memoir I saw in the library at home once upon a time. It was the memoir of a baron in some country who had awakened to a taste for the oppressed.

"Masochism," it was called. It is a story about a baron who finds pleasure in inflicting physical and mental pain, and lives in an aristocratic society while being ashamed of his own perversion. I was not very interested in the story, and only read a small part of it, but maybe I should have read it properly.

I would like to learn from the baron how to make pain one's friend. While I was thinking about such a useless thing, a voice called out to me from behind.

"Rolf."

The names for me in this Order of Knights were "no blessing," "bigot," and "scum. There was only one person who called me "Rolf" by name.

<"Emily.">

"Are you hurt?"

<"Yes, It's no problem. I'm fine">

"Yes..." After a moment of silence, Emily smiled awkwardly.

"Rolf, after a long time, would you like to have dinner with me?"

<"Yes, I'll join you.">

............

"Oh, Emily."

"Hey , Emily. Are you going to the cafeteria now? We are, too. We'll be right with you."

"Uh-huh."

While we were on our way to the cafeteria, we met the members of the Owl and Crane  unit - Yeld, Raquel, and Sheila. Emily was surrounded by the three of them, and I walked a few steps behind her.

"Congratulations Emily for your new position as captain of this unit,"

"Thank you, Yeld. But I'm the newest one here."

"Don't be modest. I'm not sure if I'm the best person to do it. I think it's only natural that Emily, the strongest of the bunch, should be the new captain."

"I agree with you.  The commander is always praising her for her sharp opinions on operational plans and strategy formations." Raquel said.

Emily answered uncomfortably. "Oh, hey, I've told the Commander many times, but it's always Rolf who gives me that insight..."

"Emily, even if the Squire's opinion was somewhat of a reference, it is still your merit."

"But it was Rolf's idea that we needed a captain..."

"Emily. It's admirable of you to think about your squire, but I don't think you should be giving the man any more attention than you have to."

"I don't think..." Emily glanced back at me and gave me a troubled look.

I'm not sure what to do. I think Emily is a good choice for the captain position.

The Owl and Crane unit did not have a captain. However, I explained to Emily that it would be better to have a chain of command in this unit, along with a number of reasons, and this was submitted to the commander, who decided to establish a new unit leader.

The first captain was Emily.

But it was also appropriate for Emily to be the leader of the unit from the standpoint of her ability.

Yeld is a bit of a theoretical person, and although he understands the contents of the training manual, he is not able to think flexibly beyond it.

Raquel has no aptitude for military strategy.

Sheila has the calmness to see the big picture, but not the ability to attract people.

In contrast, Emily had charisma.

She showed a strong aptitude for lightning magic. During training, she wielded a sword enchanted with lightning, and her beautiful appearance combined with her ability to deliver powerful lightning blasts over a wide area attracted the attention of everyone.

Her natural personality, combined with her popularity, gave her a strong charisma. I think that is an important quality for a leader. She has the talent to be a commander. With these thoughts in mind, we arrived at the cafeteria.

A good smell wafts up to the hallway.

"Is it a stew? The one with lamb meat. It's a hit today."

"And it's just right for a cold day." Raquel seems to be feeling the cold, too, and says it's chilly.

"It's cold, isn't it? Isn't it especially cold these days?"

"It sure is cold this winter. When I picked up my walking stick in the morning, I was surprised at how cold it was."

"I mean, it's cold even here in the cafeteria. It never used to be like this before."

"Is that so? I think it is warm here."

It seems that wherever they are, people always talk about hot and cold. I was casually listening to their conversation.

"No, it's cold. Hey, you guys?"

"I guess that's true. It used to be warmer in the cafeteria."

"Well, I don't know about that , maybe it's just my imagination."

"Maybe Raquel is more sensitive to cold because of her thin fat."

"As expected, Sheila. The one who has a big lump of fat on her chest is different."

"Are you angry?"

"What about Rolf?" Emily asks, turning around. She's trying to make sure I can join in on the conversation.

<"There is soot in the fireplace. It's probably slowing down the heating.">

"Well, soot makes it harder to heat the house?"

<"Yes, because it reduces the efficiency of wood combustion.">

"No blessing, then you clean it up right now." Yeld says casually.

"Why? Rolf will have dinner with us from now on."Emily says.

"The sooner you clean up, the better. And without him, we have work in the morning."

"But why Rolf?"

"Because he's a squire who can't fight. That's not a squire's job! He can't fight, so why shouldn't he do something else?"

"Rolf is my squire."

This is not good. The people around me are gathering. If Emily raises her voice here, she might be seen as someone who flaunts her power as soon as she becomes the captain of the unit.

<"I'm going to go clean up, Lady Emily. You all have dinner.">

"Oh, well, we'll be eating. Good luck."Yeld says condescending.

"Oh, no, Rolf."

"Lady Emily. I don't mind. I don't like hard lamb meat this time of year. Good day."

"Ah..."

I left the cafeteria and went to the warehouse to get my cleaning supplies.

The line about the lamb being tough was a bit dumb. I laughed a little, remembering the fable of the fox who looked up at the grapes just out of reach and said, "They must be sour anyway."