420 357. Ineligible persons are obsessed.

... many, many times, I recall beyond counting.

Thank you very much, those people.

"Well, Harrison. Are you ready to be worn out?

Lieutenant, this one picked me up and named the educator.

The following day of the Synod ceremony and after the celebration.

Now even the Knights Commander made direct arrangements with me.

No matter how much you used your special abilities, you couldn't beat the Knights Commander. It wasn't just the sword, the fist, and even the gun that was allowed to be used was played without difficulty.

As a natural result, there's no way I can beat a further superior when I lost to the deputy captain the day before.

The Knights Commander slapped me down with swords and fists many times, and each time he said, "Stand up. Let me be glad I have special abilities," he made me wave the sword again.

My sword, wielded with a fast body, did not reach the Knights Commander again and again.

Everything was played only with that sword without having to be protected by slashing deactivation.... by the time the sun fell, it had already exceeded even the limits of fatigue.

'Listen carefully, Harrison. If you become a knight, you must fulfill your vows even if you die.... don't betray Clark's trust in anticipation of you.

The last time you told me that, the Knights Commander reached out to me when I fell in. And inexplicably never delivered a blade to that body, to me... you said.

'But he's a great talent in combat. As long as we know how to use it correctly, even the Knights will be top knights.... I'm counting on it.

The Knights Commander, who took my hand and woke me up with one arm himself, slapped me on the shoulder in front of the knights who were watching the last game.

I was never recognized, buried, feared, and smoked... by the Deputy Commander, and the Knights Commander acknowledged me.

Knowing my strength, I knocked it down and needed it on top of it.... how happy I would have been.

Then the deputy commander took care of me, who enlisted in the eighth squad, as he did every day, despite my busy schedule.

'Oh, never mind. I just want to say that Harrison won't worry because he's bound to accomplish his assignment tomorrow.

Spinned to the other knights instead of me with insufficient words, and even the waves were smooth.

'Harrison. I'm not serious about that one, it's just a joke. … they are good knights who always move for others while on duty.

Stop brawling with other knights, and forgive me if I am angry at weak speech or light-hearted speech that I cannot forgive as a knight, and also instruct the knight in the right words at times.

"Harrison! Don't be cheap... keep that fist and sword for your enemies.

He stopped me and told me what to do.

"Okay, Harrison. If you simply wave your sword unreasonably, it's just violence. But if it makes sense to act as a knight there. … it will be called" strength "no matter how harsh it may be.

Tell me how to swing the right way.

"Harrison.... at all. Now why was the knight slaughtered?

Always listened to and understood my speechless words.

'... I've been watching. You did a good job with the blade. You've grown.

I noticed and complimented you.

"... hmm? If it's me or Roderick's orders, don't sell yourself a fight. Keep it to the point of embarrassment even if you're angry. In the unlikely event they challenge you, ask permission from us.... Can you?

Always indicate the guidelines to go.

... so I am.

'... thank you, I do. Deputy Commander.'

Just six months after I joined the main unit that day.

I've never worded it before.

What's all of a sudden, I overlapped words, regardless of the deputy chief laughing a little surprised.

'I respect you. We worship.... more than anyone.

Mine, everything won't make sense in the missing words. But still, I did try to tell him.

"I'm glad you said so," the deputy commander turned to me, clapping his shoulders.

"... but tell Roderick what a great word to respect or worship. I couldn't take you back then by myself.

Naturally, I also respect and appreciate the Knights Commander.

If that person hadn't forgiven me, I would have been removed as per the resolution of the Captain's Conference. Still, before confirming my strength with that hand, the Knights Commander revoked the removal and even allowed me to join the main unit. I won't thank you. Even trying to dedicate this whole body. … but.

'And I'm only second. I'm not even your captain. Don't call me the best, even if I'm wrong.

The other hand was a dustpan, and the deputy chief laughed bitterly as he remembered.

I know, it is also taken as a statement looking down at the Knights Commander, such as besides the Knights Commander and most respectful of the Vice Commander. We should not be allowed to proclaim our proud Knights Commander as such, by virtue of this I proclaim.

It is the Knights Commander who has repeatedly forgiven me for taking problem actions and accepted me into the Knights main unit.

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

'Oh, thank you.

More than anyone else, the deputy chief laughing as he throated, swallowed the words, "You're honest about that," got a cheek wand on the table.

"I wish he'd be honest with me.

Now I twist my neck to that word that is spoken with a bitter smile. When I asked him who he meant, he laughed, "There's a little rebellion." When I asked him if he was talking about the son of the deputy commander, he waved his hand from left to right, "No, I don't have any children."

'But to me it's also like a son… like a brother. I hope one day he gives me eyes like yours.

If I saw him now, I'd be instant. and the vice president, who continues to look ridiculous, did not go into any further detail. Who is it that you call him? What the hell kind of person are you? Is it someone from my Knights?... nothing, I didn't know. But...

Happy, it was a day.

Because I became a knight, I learned how to be there, I polished my sword, I polished my arms, and finally I could be what I wanted.

And then two more months later,

My life, once again, was shaken to a great extent.

……

…

"!... Were you here?

Second, I notice that I was lost in thought, and look back towards my voice.

... What were you doing? I am.

I don't even know where this place is right now because I was putting my thoughts too far away.... I don't know why I'm here.

If I turned my eyes, a familiar knight was rushing towards me.... Woohoo, yeah. I am.

The knight, who had discovered me coming out of an invisible exercise area, bowed his head deeply if he came to his sight. "What can I do for you," the knight who corrected his posture opened his mouth.

"This is a knight who was transported to the ambulance building after an example was matched."

"It's not a match, it's a duel.... Me too, I was going to kill you.

Correct the knight's words.

In order to silence the man who complained about my judgment, I was going to make a solemn statement on that occasion if necessary in the name of "duel." That's why I broke those legs, slashed them down many times, and crushed my body and heart so that I could never turn against me again.

"Excuse me," the knight briefly returned to me, continuing to report again.

"The dueling man woke up earlier. The doctor said that using special abilities takes months to fully heal.... The person is still debilitated and unspoken.

"Naturally. I hurt it so that it would happen.

He admitted to losing on the way, and I crushed him desperately with only my skill.... It was a boring battle.

Then the knight held his fist so that he could not stand my words. With a trembling fist if you think of anything, you can't stand "... did you need to get that far?," he muttered.

When he returned what was, the knight turned a sharp glance at me and finally vandalized his voice quietly.

"I don't see why it hurts him that much, the same knight. We are knights. I was wondering if such an act, or something contrary to chivalry. How much is he?"

"You're really right to look like your father, Arthur Beresford.

Apply the knight's words, and gaze from me as well.

The wind blew and his pruned silver short hair swayed slightly along with my short, cluttered cut.

The knight who opens his eyes and solidifies his expression to tension… Arthur Beresford quietly grabbed the pattern of his sword.

Ringing his throat like swallowing something, closing his eyes once. And when it opened, the same pale eyes as that one stared back at me again.

"... excuse me, Captain Harrison Knights.

He stares back at me with a harsh look.

The look on his face, his hair, his expression, even the way he spoke. All of that was to the Knights Commander... a living copy of that one.

Arthur Beresford.

Last year, a knight who enlisted in the main army with outstanding grades appeared before me in exactly the same shape as his father. But he is not the Knight Commander of Roderick Beresford. And next to it.

... There is no shadow of that one either.