I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With - Chapter 39
I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With chapter 39
39 – Nogisa and the Ashes – (2)
I coughed and waved my hands.
“Oh, I’m going to die.”
My place is the Royal Guard headquarters training ground.
There was a cloud of sand in front of my eyes.
Even at a rough estimate, there are dozens of people moving their bodies individually. In fact, it was safe to say that all personnel had gathered except for the border guards.
Right next to them, both the soldiers and the knights were grunting and running barefoot. If you turn your gaze to the other side, you can see soldiers knocking on scarecrows or striking swords or spears in practice sparring.
The spring breeze is still blowing. Even so, the appearance of those training while sweating profusely was enough to frighten others to see.
It was the first time I had ever seen the Royal Guard train so enthusiastically after I possessed this world. Actually, this is normal.
Anyway, right now, the guards were training to the bone.
To put it more simply, he was f*king rolling.
“That person is really evil.”
I immediately realized why Milia and Lautrec were terrified.
Hard training is also hard, but the unique atmosphere is no joke. It was as if the heartbeat should stop the moment you stop training.
The reason for this is the gray-haired old man who devotes himself to training in the center.
It must have been a hindrance, but it was after I threw off my top. A bare body full of scars was visible. Under the old, cracked or wrinkled skin, there was a mountain of muscle that was not firm enough.
He is lifting a statue taller than Lyncia’s height from where he came from, using one arm as a barbell, and its majesty is no joke. Although he was the oldest, he was more dedicated to training than anyone else here.
That puzzled everyone.
To be honest, if I was sitting alone with my back warm like an old schoolboy, I would be able to get over it, but I can’t help it because I’m burning my passion more than anyone else.
If the manager doesn’t go home, how can one employee say he’ll go first?
He is the worst type to meet as a boss.
I clicked my tongue and picked up the wooden sword.
well, that’s good After all, I was acutely aware of my own shortcomings at the Senate Council. Right now, my strength will be no more than an ordinary knight of the Royal Guard.
I still had no idea about mana management, and I couldn’t even find a spell stone. On the way back from the underground water canal, I went to the store in the capital city, but it was still closed.
In the end, it is said that the best way is to sharpen and polish your mediocre swordsmanship. Well, only the scarecrow should die, and being a fan would make a great progress.
He approached the empty wooden doll and swung his sword with a horizontal slash.
Because it is a wooden sword, it has no cutting power, but when the solid waist is inserted, it exerts formidable destructive power. The wooden sword, swung at the same speed as light, was deeply embedded in the wooden puppet’s side.
Before long, a crackling sound was heard, and the wooden doll was smashed to pieces.
The sound caught everyone’s attention. He must have wondered if anyone had split the solid wooden doll with a practice knife that didn’t even contain mana. However, everyone loses interest when they realize that the one who wielded the sword is Knight Fried.
Well, it’s nothing new for Fried.
In fact, this body was so strong that even the Empire could not find an opponent. There is nothing wrong with physical strength, physical strength, or endurance. Considering that Millia is still groaning from a leg injury, her resilience is beyond imagination. However, within two weeks, the palm that had been pierced by the blade had healed perfectly.
I looked at the scenery in front of me and smiled with satisfaction.
Still, the slash itself had risen to a considerable level, probably because he practiced it whenever he had a chance.
However, he was still clumsy with the sword. As for the posture, if only the scarecrow is beaten, it can be caught to some extent. However, sword fighting required an opponent. Before that, there was Cora, but now there was no worthy opponent. I don’t think they’ll properly follow me to call a knight of the guards, and I’m afraid that Lautrec or Milia will expose all of my insignificant resources.
I fixed the wooden sword.
can’t be Scarecrow or loser. Even while doing this, the proficiency is steadily accumulating.
The wooden doll was already restored to its original state, as if the restoration magic had been cast on it.
This time, from the inside out, from the bottom up.
It was the moment when he was about to stance and swing his sword.
Uriad was watching me right beside me before I knew it.
He stopped just as he was about to swing his sword.
“……Uriard, what are you doing?”
“I heard that you saved the empress several times. You killed the assassin who killed Oswald, and you defeated the apostle.”
“It’s too much praise.”
“It’s not really a compliment.”
I couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly.
Killing Slaine was always due to beginner’s luck, so it was actually Lautrec’s credit for defeating Arwen.
“He gained His Majesty’s trust. I doubted my ears when I first heard the news that Fried had even become a protector of the border.”
Uriad laughed mischievously as he tugged at my insignia.
“But seeing it in person, it seems that the atmosphere has changed. Neither Migliana nor Lautrec seem very reluctant.”
“However, from the time I first got you, you’ve always been a bastard. That’s why I don’t believe that you’ve been born again.”
How are you anxious?
Uriad looked at the wooden sword in my hand.
“Instead, I’ll check with my body. How much I’ve changed and how much I’ve grown.”
“Raise your sword, Freed.
The small wrinkles at the corners of Yuriard’s eyes curved grotesquely.
The old man in front of me is smiling miserably.
This fact pointed to only one thing.
I had a gut feeling that I was screwed.
“Your Majesty, it’s chilly! Wear this!”
“No. I’m just going out for a walk, what?”
Lucy hurriedly ran with her cape, but Lynchia waved her hand. It was a short walk, but Lucy was making a fuss too.
Lynchia was properly prepared to go out. He had been trying to memorize the speech for half a day, but he soon realized that he was at his limit. She needed time to catch her breath.
I went outside the imperial palace and inhaled the cold air.
“The sky is clear. It must be spring.”
“Yes. The battle mage said it will be sunny in three days. Thankfully.”
Lynchia noticed that her voice was unintentionally lowered.
When it comes to wizards, the torture wizard Rowan Cassiere naturally comes to mind. Even though she tried to pretend to be fine, Lincia still had clear memories of that day. Since then, whenever I hear about magic, it pops into my head. Even in bed it shimmered.
Rowan’s betrayal was shocking. Rowan’s mad eyes, a pool of red blood, and countless vials of medicine in his bag. The products of denial wriggling inside.
Finally, the chilly corpse of Melina.
Lynchia’s legs gave out and she stumbled. The stomach is cold and aching. It felt like something was coming up inside. Lucy hurriedly came to her side and supported her.
“Gwa, are you alright?! I’ll call Ui-gwan!”
Lynchia wiped her mouth.
“It’s okay. I just got dizzy for a while. I must have been reading for too long.”
“You’re really okay, right?”
“Yeah. It’s okay. Now that I’m fine…”
Lynchia smiled and stepped forward.
Okay. Isn’t it all over
Above all, because he has his own Freed. Now, without Melina, there was nothing else for Lyncia.
The more she thought about Freed, the more naturally Lincia’s steps headed toward the Royal Guard building.
Since Yuriard said he leads the guards and trains, there must be Fried as well.
I remember Fried’s reliable back holding a sword. He remembered the scene that saved his life several times. Lyncia’s cheeks turned red without even realizing it.
“I told you. It’s still cold.”
Lucy grumbled when she saw Lyncia’s face.
“The Empress will be fine, but on days when I catch a cold, I get scolded.”
“Uh, uh, I’m sorry.”
yes. My face was red from the cold.
Lynchia was so heartbroken.
Before anyone knew it, Lynchia and Lucy were climbing the hill to the guards barracks.
If you get past this, you can see the image of Fried training. At that thought, Lyncia’s heart swelled involuntarily.
Lyncia, who finally climbed the hill, was startled.
An uncountable number of knights and soldiers surrounded the entire training ground in a long square shape.
Lynchia was able to see inside clearly because she was at a high place just in time.
A roar rang out.
The gray knight rolls on the ground unsightly.
But there is no mercy. The opponent’s old knight’s wooden sword was thrust into the spot where he was lying.
However, the gray knight also leaped a long way, pushing the ground with one arm. Then, he lost his goal and got stuck in the black sand floor for more than a span, scattering dust.
The wind spreads the distance and there is a lull for a while.
Lyncia, who was watching the fierce battle, stuttered.
“Hey, what happened to this, Lucy! Why are Sir Uriad and Fried fighting?”
While Lyncia was flustered, the gray-haired knight, Fried Iscobal, straightened his posture and gasped for breath. The lips are torn and blood is flowing. There, bare skin was exposed, and the limbs were covered in blood bruises.
Conversely, the old knight and Yuriad did not show any signs of being very tired. Just wiggling the hand holding the sword left and right.
Eventually, Uriad opened his mouth. It was so loud that even Lyncia on the hill could hear it clearly.
“Is that all? You’re rather weak, Fried. Where did you sell everything I told you?”
Fred spat bloody spittle.
Those eyes were quite defiant.
“It’s noisy, grandpa. It smells like red ginseng candy.”
“You sold and slept, and I didn’t learn anything from you, did you?”
Uriad put on a blank expression after hearing Fried’s words.
However, he laughed and fixed his sword.
“Heh heh. It seems like he’s finally showing his old self.”
Uriad raised an eyebrow. Clear nasolabial folds were bent.
“As always, I’ll fix that rotten attitude. Don’t resent me even if you break a leg.”
Uriad rushed forward and swung his sword, and Fried faced him.
It must have been a clash between wooden swords, but the sound of an explosion echoed throughout the barracks.
“Oh, no he.”
Lyncia watched him restlessly. Lucy is also stunned and watches the two fight. It was a tough match to watch anywhere.
Should I dry it?
It will stop if the Empress herself intervenes. It will end safely without anyone getting hurt.
But Lynchia couldn’t bear to go out.
There was a great urge to witness how the couple’s sparring would end.
More than anything, it was because he saw Fried’s expression as he faced swords while covered in dust.
Lucy muttered blankly.
Yes. Fred was laughing. It’s obviously excited.
That kind of Fried was the last time I saw it during National Foundation Day. An unrestrained state that expresses all the fighting spirit and vitality that simmers throughout the body. Since then, when dealing with himself, Fried has always seemed to hold back his emotions.
so it was new
The face that had been burned with the spirit of victory was distorted, and the appearance of fighting back despite being in a state of disrepair was like the story of a hero in a fairy tale.
To be honest, it’s cool.
I wanted to keep watching.
Lynchia looked around.
There is no sign that more people will come.
then… … .
I sat down on top of a hill and squatted down. There is no better special seat than here. Lucy also sits down right next to her, probably thinking the same thing.
yes. Let’s watch a little longer.
You can step out when it’s really dangerous, right?
In an instant, Lynchia was immersed in the sparring of the two guardian knights.