The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

That day, I, twenty years old, was referring to chess fights in the chivalry talking room.

The other guy was my best friend Galla.

Well, blah, blah, now it's a bit of a downside, but you can also reverse it from here, which is an interesting thing about chess fights.

It is also deep.

All right, here it is.

Put the pawn down properly.

Galla seemed bored, barely pointing at her next hand.

Do you really think about this guy?

Even though I'm thinking about it, I don't look bored and have a decent face.

But this place is troubling.

Hmm.

This is what happened here... here's what happened...

All right, here it is.

I got the next one.

Galla waited but didn't put it between her and gave her next hand.

Pattin.

Ah.

That's unexpected.

Wow.

What is this?

If we get hit here, the birds will die and the arrows will be blocked, right?

So, uh, the eagle is also taken by the second hand.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. This.

"Waited."

I waited for my hair.

I don't want this.

"... well, that's fine. You think you're pointing this at me?

Galla said it with a frightened face.

Shit.

"I'm thinking..."

"But I usually notice this. It's a trail."

"I didn't happen to notice that."

I couldn't help but notice.

I waited for the fifth time......

And fifteen minutes after that, he was losing.

"Damn!

I slapped too much on the face of remorse.

"No, I really regret it. You're amazing."

I was stunned.

……

Galla wasn't making fun of me.

I'm not angry at you for being stunned.

Oh, even though I want to be good at chess.

Why can't I be good when I say it's what I like that makes me good at things?

"Let's go to the dojo and start a team."

"... no"

"I dated Dou Chess, so you can stay with me. Now it's my turn to tell you."

………

If you say so, I had to go out with you.

"Huh!"

and with a short breath, Galla's fist approaches.

I scratched that fist and clawed Galla's legs with my arms so that I could hit her body by body.

"Ugh!

And with a dumb voice, Galla fell to the front.

I pull my legs right off, trying to kick me in the sleeping moves from my hands pruning, but it was too late.

One of Galla's legs has already been taken and my tendons have been set.

The tendon creaked, and I let go of my hand for a moment.

"Damn......"

Galla slapped the floorboard with her fist.

I guess I regret being taken by the balls by me, who is smaller in stature than myself.

Just the other way around.

But I'm not happy, and I feel kind of sorry for you.

I don't even know why I can win when I'm not as sweaty and trained every day as Galla.

It is often said that what Wang Eagle likes is strong because he has eagle eyes, etc., but is it because of this?

If it's what you like that makes you good at things, you can give me the talent to fight chess and give Galla the talent to fight.

That makes us all happy, but how is it that the world hasn't done this well?

"Mind your own business."

I tried to be easy to say.

Why don't you mind?

Galla is going to regret it for real.

"You just have to work hard on the spear. Jujitsu is of no use in battlefield."

I sincerely think so.

On a battlefield with enemies all around, will you have time to pull down enemies and fall asleep and maximize your moves?

As he took his leg, he ended up being speared by another soldier while he was flipping to the ground and slashing his tendon a thousand times.

A soldier might be fine, but not like a knight's death.

Galla can handle spears that exceed her height in her privileged stature, so she can skewer her enemies.

I don't need to be obsessed with such small-minded technology.

"I can beat anyone. [incomprehensible]

Galla stood up in one breath.

"Let's do another one."

Seriously.

Give me a break...

By the end of the practice, a female student who had come from the correctional home was lined up in a visual window.

I guess that's where you're talking crap about the public.

It's the usual thing, so I let it go.

Leaving the dojo, he stands at the well end in his underwear and wears water from his head.

Galla was doing it with me.

It is from the shade of the trees and many female students peering.

If they do the opposite, you hang a man, they're convenient.

Behind, there are also rumors that me and Galla are working on a strange act at night, which is really annoying.

I don't know if anyone has a grudge against me, but I want it to go away.

They even go out in correctional institutions like a sensual novel where me and Galla have the kind of mating that a kama bastard does, and it's been turned and read.

I get goosebumps just imagining it.

Disgusting. No.

Who would do that?

"Ahhh!

A schoolgirl came to me naked in the water.

"Read this!!

A letter is given.

"Oh, wow."

I accidentally received it.

Oh, I've received it. I also have to write a letter of no.

Galla will make fun of you, too.

Shit, it's a real hassle.

The scene shifts.

From what I hear, there is a large stadium in the Krah country of the South that houses tens of thousands of human beings, an institution built only to spectacle the killing of slaves.

Shan people who hate slaves have no such custom.

Therefore, there was no such facility.

So what I'm fighting for now is an open-air half-dome for outdoor theatre.

The annual Knights Academy Martial Arts Association is a simulation of two of the strongest Knights Academic students.

It's not enough to do a simulation of a game, and that doesn't taste good, so I also do swords, spear dances, etc. in the front seat, but that's only the front seat.

It was me and Galla fighting this year.

I was standing on the stage with no one but Galla and me.

The martial artist is the first to thank the guests for their seats.

Thanksgiving was not a thank you for lowering your head, it was the most honorable tribute a nobleman should do outdoors, breaking a knee and standing on one knee, putting a hand on his chest and thanking him.

I thank Her Majesty the Queen for attending the privileged seats set up in some of the guest seats.

I finally thanked him and got up.

Next I bow to Galla.

This is a reciprocal thank you, you can just tip your upper body a little bit.

Because it is alarming to bow your head enough to lose sight of the person you are going to fight against now, rather you will be disrespectful to them.

When it was over, we put our spears on each other.

Galla had a hard look on her face.

He looks like a stone.

It was just the face of a warrior trying to defeat me now.

What I have in my hand is a spear that's one turn bigger than what I have.

The blade is crushed, but if a spear wielded thoughtlessly by the power of Galla hits my head, I would be crushed to death.

With the slender spear I have, my eyes will crush if I poke them, and my chest bones will break if I poke them.

Of course, although inch suppression is the principle, it did not turn into death.

My mind is kind of floating.

I was aware it was floating.

I'm not floating around with the fear of being beaten down by Galla.

I wonder why I'm in such a place of honor, not even wanting to leave.

That's what's on my mind.

I'm not ready without as much enthusiasm as Galla.

But why?

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Galla came in a fierce momentum as she barked.

"Ohhh!!!

The momentum releases a tremendous thrust.

It's as powerful as a big, crazy bear.

But my body moved without thinking.

Spear at Galla's spear.

Galla's spear is as heavy as a round-the-clock, and even if it doesn't get hazy, it doesn't make it faint.

But Galla's spear doesn't have to move, and if I can help her move my body.

He instantly lowered his body with the help of a spear and fired a blow.

He struck the Galla snake with a pattern of freed spears and flipped it so that it slipped through the ground.

The position reverses and faces Galla again.

His eyes were only open for a moment, but the equilibrium quickly collapsed.

It was a brawl at a short distance.

Not long after blinking, you pay, you poke, and you poke, you pay.

Galla's spear strokes my cheek.

If you hit him, he'll crack your skull. A blow will plunder your hair.

When we met five or ten times, and the spears hit each other hard in the eleventh, we heard an unpleasant noise.

There was a dry sound and a crack in my spear pattern.

I saw a delightful color on Galla's face.

Breaking a spear is one of the tactics, so coming to completely fold a spear with a crack is not cowardice.

I understood it as a sensation before thinking with my head that it was a thousand odds for Galla.

Galla came banging me, trying to break my spear completely.

I was reflexively letting go of my spear when my instinct-imprinted combat moves made me do that.

I'll give you half a broken spear or something.

I'd rather have bare hands than fight with a stick like this.

My spear, which I let go on the verge, was snapped, and the pattern smashed and hit the floor, bouncing off momentum.

By then I was already in Galla's nostalgia.

Grab the collar of your clothes and engage your feet with momentum.

Galla, who panicked at the unexpected attack, had her hips floating.

If I'd stood still, I'd never be able to throw it at me less than I weigh.

As he paid his feet with the momentum of the electrolithic fire, he put his strength on his collar and rolled it.

Galla had her butt on and I was grabbing my collar and sleeve.

He jumped straight ahead and transitioned to a cross arm hiatus before being repositioned.

I put a lot of effort into it and felt the tendon stretch.

From there, when swung away by a tremendous force, it swung from body to body and hit the floor......

When I tried to get up, Galla's big fist was looming in front of me.

I lost my mind when I had a strong impact on my face.

By the time I realized, the martial arts club was over.

I was outside on an outdoor stage, lying on an easy built sleeping table.

The nose was hung with a cloth wet with cold water, and when I peeled it off, the cloth was wet snugly with nudgy blood, pulling the thread.

When I pressed my face with my hand, I found out that it was not a trauma.

Then it would be nosebleeds.

Think of it, the back of my nose is stinging and sore.

Did you even break your nose bone?

Still, I was feeling kind of horny.

It was a depressing event, but I managed to get it over with.

I decided to go back to sleep and lay down again with my eyes closed.

That's how I slept on the bench, and I had a shadow on my lid.

The sun shining from the top of his eyelids disappeared and darkened.

When I opened my eyes, there was a gala there.

Galla grabbed my collar in silence and dragged it up.

"Why did you do it!!!

Galla was crying in a male cry.

"Are you even going to pity me!!!

If I'd never seen a gala like this before, I'd never been able to get such anger on me.

Yes, I couldn't break Galla's arm in the earthen pit.

and now I remember the contents of the game.

I immediately understood that Galla was angry at it.

A move called arm hissing is impossible to return if your arm is stretched out.

If your arms are bent, you may be able to pull in, but your stretched arms are surprisingly powerless.

In contrast, those who are extreme can use the entire body to mobilize not only the flesh of their arms but also the flesh of their backs to fully invest.

Unless you have as much physical difference as an adult and a child, but if you have as much physical difference as me and Galla, you will always have more power to make moves.

In a war-technical world, it's an absolute law, similar to natural management.

There's no way so many warriors don't realize that.

I hurt his pride.

No matter how much the honor of winning, Galla won't be proud of that title.

I did the wrong thing.

But I don't think it was a mistake not to break Galla's arm.

Then it was a mistake to go to the martial arts club in the first place.

"That's your win. I wasn't ready. I was immature."

I said that with my nose and comfort was all I could get.

It wasn't until this time that I started questioning my life.

A way of life to be a knight who has walked the determined path.

I really wonder if that's the right path for me.

But while I was wondering, I couldn't get off the road I'd been walking.

How can you change your way of life now that you've only lived to be a knight?

Thus, one day, when the graduation of the Cavalry was nearing, a woman, a correctional institution, died.

He was the eldest daughter of the Seven Witches.

The Seven Witches in charge of politics are often regarded as superior to the Five Great Martial Arts (Fifth Braves) when it comes to family style alone, so even though they were divided, they were a little superior to me, who seems to have no vision of succeeding you as my second son.

That guy had been persistently approaching me, but he had a slightly fat, shady vibe, which I didn't like in the end, so I shook even when I was confessed.

I mean, these days I lived a life of swinging every time a woman confessed to me, like every day, so I could simply say that I was one of them.

Sounds good when it comes to a life where I don't have trouble with women, but I wasn't having trouble with money either, so I could go to a whorehouse if I just wanted to satisfy my libido, and the woman in the correctional home wasn't in my eyes, if you like.

A woman in a penitentiary is a pain in the ass anyway.

Do you even think that being nasty is a good element for a man uke, his personality is dark, and he has to take a few tedious steps compared to a woman in Ichii to get one of his clothes off, and after he fucks him, he is held accountable, and rumors flow with a tail.

It's ridiculous to deal with them, too, so the knights' eggs in the cavalry often grabbed the root and took them to the liquor store and taught them the goodness of the city well woman when there was a guy in the dorm who was frying them into the correctional home woman.

But what made that suicidal woman different from the other inmates was that after shaking her, she started sticking to my life for four or six hours without giving up.

Normally, students in correctional institutions followed me to a cavalry facility with no errands at all, and I kept a sneak eye on this one from behind the pillars.

Clearly, it was so wussy.

I can make strange rumors, and whenever I came into view with Chorocholo, I felt frustrated.

Thus, when he yelled out loud one day to make it a good addition, it became completely invisible to his sight from that day on, and the next thing he heard his name was an obituary.

When I heard that, I felt sad but also slightly happy.

Who can blame me for feeling like I'm no longer bothered?

But that was not all it took.

The woman left a suicide note, and it said something there that made her sad that she hated me and would kill herself.

When I heard the story, I covered the door and window of the dorm room with a black cloth, and let the front door of the Howe family's apartment also be covered with a black cloth, and locked in the dorm.

This becomes a worldly pose of serving mourning.

So when I locked myself in for about two days and attended the funeral, I did it with flowers on the body.

Now there should have been nothing wrong with it externally.

Positive gratitude will mean I have done my best.

But I was offered a duel by the woman's brother at the funeral.

At first, I didn't think the envelope I was given was a duel letter.

I thought it might be a kind of artifact or a sentence (fumi) that spelled out my thoughts as a parent.

But when I went back and read it, it was certainly a duel letter.

Of course, you don't have to accept things like duels.

But the fact that the dead woman's home was politically powerful gave her an atmosphere she couldn't easily turn down.

My brother told me I didn't have to, but my father told me to beat the duel and train my liver.

I can't go against my father, I'm going to fight a duel.

The duel took place in a secret place on the day of the covenant.

The secret location was part of the Witch Forest (Witch's Grow) on the corner of the Wang capital, which is usually strictly off-limits.

From here on out, my father and Galla participated as attendees.

There were two women over there who didn't even know their names, and a knight-like man from the Kingsguard as a witness.

Oddly enough, they must have written a duel letter on the heels of being half-enforced by the relatives of the witness.

The dueling opponent was sadly upset to watch, nervous, trembling, sweating.

She looks like her sister, and her body, a little thick, I can tell she's obviously not working out.

He seemed unwilling to see it, and he didn't seem to have the sentiment to take his sister's revenge for anything.

Pulling a man like this to a duel really makes me hate being a witch's house.

The duel turned out to be a sword by the other party's designation.

Traditionally determined to be a spear when it comes to a samurai's gain, there is also a samurai who prefers a half-length sword technique.

Either it's an unfamiliar weapon, but as long as I'm with a duel opponent, I've been training for four or six hours, so to speak, I'm an expert, so I should accept this much handedness.

Neither did I. That's what I decided.

But if you take it, it wasn't like a sword used by a samurai, it was a single-edged sword like a thin sabel you could hold with one hand that would break if you slapped it with a spear.

These kinds of swords are what old knights who can no longer wield their spears put on their hips for once to wear swords when they still have to command.

Compared to the spear I always wield, I felt like I had unreliable blades.

Both sides held swords and waited for the signal of a duel.

I wondered if I had to kill this man now, and I was amazingly flashy myself.

Even when I fought Galla, I wasn't able to pull my back, but now I was.

I thought it was easy to kill someone until I was on the spot.

It's a duel, so I can't help it.

But when I stood on the spot, it was as if I had changed my mind.

Duelists who are supposed to resent each other. Why can't we just have a discussion?

But it would have been possible to make an effort to make an announcement back in advance.

I wondered why I didn't do it, and that's when I regretted it.

The duel is basic, and can go on until one of them dies.

If you have a forum for discussion beforehand, for example, stab a sword in your arm and surrender at the time of bleeding to finish. That could also have been done.

But it was too late now.

There was a signal, and the duel began.

The opponent is shuddering with a blurb and shouting courageously like Oar and Uwer.

All right, let's drop our arms.

If the arm falls, it will be blatantly incapable of combat, so the duel will normally be over at that point.

It's pathetic to lose an arm, but you have to give me a duel letter and ask me to give up about it because he's the one whose death dragged me to the premise.

The opponent has a sword with his right hand. You'll be right-handed, so let's drop your left arm.

When I approached him in a soft and quick motion like a cat, he stopped for a moment in front of his opponent and induced a blow with it, turning aside to slip, cutting him off to stroke hard down from his elbow.

Blood erupted like a fountain from the cleavage, and his arms stuck to the ground.

Aaaaaaaa, shouting, the duel threw down his sword and covered his wound with his hand.

I felt a lot of weight on my mind.

Is this what I did?

So much blood, so much pain, and now exactly this man is imperfect.

But anyway, that's it.

Now, this man can't fight.

If I thought so, the other witness waited and began tying up the wound with a thin string so that even the branches could be tied.

You're lying.

When the hemostasis is over, you are forced to bring your sword, give it a strange encouragement, and let it rise.

A witness on the other side was screaming something kind of awful and ugly.

It was like I was having a nightmare.

The other guy can lose his blood from his face and looks disgusting.

Even though my body was unbalanced from the beginning, that's even worse because I'm sheltering my left arm.

He's like a child who doesn't know how to fight.

No, he didn't know how to fight.

But I didn't have a choice to abandon the duel.

Renouncing a duel once accepted would mean pleading guilty to the charges claimed by the other party.

In this case, the crime of murder would automatically be established.

I mean, it's gonna be the same thing that killed the woman I killed myself with.

In that case, I would have to die.

You have to make your opponent admit to losing more than you have the option of losing or abandoning a duel.

But I guess this dueling guy can't admit to losing due to some circumstances.

This guy must also know that at the time he dropped his arm, he had no prospect of beating me in an unusual battle.

Then, whether you drop your legs or your remaining arms, the battle may continue until you die.

Do I have to kill you?

If you have to kill them as a result, the only way to drop or injure your arm or foot any more is to inflict unnecessary suffering on them.

If so, at once, you'd better be sharp enough not to notice and do it without life.

If this is a nightmare, get it over with.

In that mood, I rolled up and bounced off my opponent's sword as I lay my hands on top of each other and held the sabel.

The sword rolled up flies high in the sky away from his hand.

As it was, when I kicked my knee and knocked it down on my back without intermittent hair, I turned around behind my neck and shook down the sabel funny exactly.

That's how I snapped my neck at once.

My neck is on the ground, and my strength falls out of my lost body.

Blood sprayed from his neck, dyed the soil red and black, and then it also went off.

I felt the meaning of what I had done with my blood back.

I turned down this man's life.

When I returned the bloodstained sabel to my opponent, I suddenly went home to my own home with my lost body.

Galla called me many times, but I wasn't sure what it was about.

I killed a man.

But that wasn't unusual.

In other words, a knight is a profession for killing people, so this is more of a daily routine as a knight.

I've been learning techniques to kill people, so leveraging them means killing people.

As a knight, it is our duty to do what we have done on a daily basis.

When I thought of it, I felt distracted.

I couldn't sleep that night.

All night, I've been thinking.

No, I can't.

I can't do it very well.

When the sun rose, I thought so from the bottom of my heart.

What an idiot I am.

I didn't know you'd notice that if you didn't do it this far.

I can't be a knight.

I shouldn't have been aiming for a knight from the start.

I was drinking and thinking about my life as a knight who fell off on the way.

Some of them remembered my dead brother.

At that time, my father was furious with me, but my brother was not surprised.

On the contrary, when I said I wanted to do my favorite Wang Eagle ranch, he lent me some money from his own pocket.

Sometimes I originally liked Tori and the ranch management went well.

I'm also proud that the Wang Eagle I grew was a first-class product, but the best reason why I managed well was in the end at home.

There was always a shortage of cakedri in the House of Howe, which went on a hiatus, letting a large number of soldiers die every time they went, and replenishing them when they returned.

At the ranch I just started yesterday, it seems that even if I sell the tri, they'll buy it down, but in my case, it didn't.

Instead, they put some color on it and bought it.

I raised them, I raised them, and each time I received money, the ranch grew bigger and bigger.

One of these days he married Suzuya, and Yuri was born, and that Yuri was expected by his brother.

The suicide note addressed to Mr. Satsuki, which Mr. Satsuki had deposited, said that.

Count Yuri as the dominant during the survival of the nation. He said to persuade his brother to take charge temporarily.

With all this instruction, Mr. Satsuki, who has done everything in a short period of time from manipulation to the royal castle to the persuasion of his relatives, has his head back.

I don't even know what my brother thinks.

Yuri is good enough for anyone to understand.

Everyone who spoke to Yuri says he is a son well done with his mouth shut.

But excellence doesn't keep knights together.

I don't know what to say to myself, but no cadet has ever been more prestigious about the future than I am.

"I'm back now"

Gachari and the door opened and Yuri returned.

"... are you home? Anything wrong?

"I even asked Mr. Satsuki to show me the map"

"Right."

He's doing kind of well.

I remember the daytime moves Yuri made.

Using a tablecloth to break the scaffold was maneuverable.

I can do that in that situation, so my liver is sitting still.

In addition, he has the gift of manipulating the king eagle, so his talent as a knight would be sufficient in all respects.

Not being able to graduate from a cavalry is not the first thing.

"Yuri, do you like king eagles?

When I hear that,

"I like it. I've told you so many times."

"So, do you like ranch work?

"I like it. I think it's a very peaceful and lovely job."

"Right. I think so, too."

This happened, but I was going to make Yuri a rancher.

Half still think so.

"As I said during the day, Yuri has to go into the cavalry once"

"Right. Honestly, I don't take it personally."

"I'll tell you what, it's not because of what happened today, it's what I've decided to do from the beginning"

I couldn't, but not necessarily Yuri either.

Yuri is so talented, she can't help narrowing the path from the start.

You just have to come in once, try it, and quit if it doesn't fit the water.

You can remain a knight if you have water.

If you can't be a knight, you can be a rancher.

It's true that I thought so from the beginning, but I wouldn't go so simply, more than this has happened.

"Really? Well, I'll just go, but we're still talking about this, right?

"Right. But things change between entering the cavalry as the rancher's son and entering the cavalry as the son of the Howe family owner. You see?"

"... I can guess a little bit."

It's kind of scary that you can guess a little bit.

I'm not saying this in a void, I really do understand.

"I've been in the cavalry since I was ten years old, and graduation is urban by people, and if I work hard, I can graduate early. If you want to graduate early, study here beforehand..."

I almost remembered that I didn't need to.

"You may not need to study because it's about Yuri, but you might want to learn some martial arts"

"Really? Then you can tell me between ranch jobs."

What, I'll teach you?

No, that's no good.

"Parents and children are not supposed to teach martial arts. I have feelings."

When I said that, Yuri looked disgusted enough to watch and be pathetic.

Yuri is brilliant, but there is something very familiar about him.

"... well, I don't mind about the cavalry. Instead, why don't you think about how you explain it to your mother? Mr. Satsuki said," If I were you, I'd take my wife and go to some kind of event. "

Unless my son told me to remind me, I remember Suzuya now.

Come to think of it, Yuri is right.

Being the daughter-in-law of the house usually puts Suzuya, who knows nothing, to shame because there are usually women in correctional institutions who have studied etiquette and correctional knowledge for years.

Perhaps the most burdensome is Suzuya.

Well, I guess I can say no to it all.

Oh, it's depressing.

It's annoying.

"... Anyway, it's time for bed today. You'll be appointed during the meeting tomorrow, so if you're asleep, it won't be tight."

"Oh, right. Suppose we do so..."

I wondered if I could sleep because of too much thinking, and the sleeping book came right down because of the booze.