The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

The Border Race Martial Association has begun.

The opening ceremony was a brief one: a greeting from the Knights of Zaifert Bowen and a prayer of the priests, an explanation of the rules of the Chancellor.

No flashy music, no flashy decorations.

Compared to the wide arena, there are only a few people allowed inside, so it would look idle.

But the space where the mighty knights gathered was filled with intense tension that the knower could understand.

On the first day, the first division competition takes place.

It is an immediate spear match.

An arsenal storage area is set up at the corner of the arena, with many shields and many spears.

This time the Kingdom of Parzam will prepare the venue, so the weapons and shields will be prepared by the Goriola Empire.

One presiding judge comes from the Goriola Empire.

The two deputy judges come from the Kingdom of Parzam.

Horses and armor are in front of themselves, weapons and shields use prepared objects.

In this case, as the Goriola Empire prepares weapons and shields, participants in the Kingdom of Parzam choose weapons and shields first.

Each sector has four participants from both countries.

From Game I to Game IV, the knights of the Kingdom of Parzam and the knights of the Goriola Empire will always fight.

The order of appearance shall be determined by lottery first.

Four of those winners fight Games 5 and 6.

Plus those two winners fight Game 7.

In other words, Game 7 will be the final.

The accumulation of the Goriola Empire is to the north and the accumulation of the Kingdom of Parzam to the south.

In response to the caller's voice, from both occasions, the players from the first game advanced.

They are both very giants.

Baldo's eyes were drawn to the knight of Parzam.

Not only is he a giant, but his presence is different.

Bardo spotted that although he was covered in plate armor and could not see his face or body, his muscles were as strong as beasts.

Sometimes there are people like that.

He is a human being born with a beastly body.

But the difference between the knights is more on the head than on the body.

It's a strange helmet.

It's like a helmet with a kite shield on its face.

I mean, it's on top of it, and it's so big.

It even looks like a barbarian's wearing surface.

And what kind of hobby is that, the head of a flat helmet has a cylinder attached to it, and there's a round of flowers plugged in there.

It's a flower that doesn't seem to grow in the wild.

There is a slight stirring on the Goliola side due to the variation of this knight's style.

The two knights chose a shield and a spear and lowered to the position of each horse.

The referee summoned two names and the two thanked the host seat on the west side.

A knight in a shield-like helmet is named Goes Bore.

The two rode.

Horses are also wearing armor, but in line with the spirit of the competitions for quality rigidity, less decorative armor.

Bardo can't help feeling excited.

I heard that these knights compete in martial arts competitions with each other in the big countries, but this is the first time I've seen them.

The two knights received a shield from their squire, then a spear.

Mm-hmm?

Baldo is a lot worse.

Knight Goes Boer on the side of the Kingdom of Parzam turned to Baldo, sitting in the VIP seat on the east side.

It can't be a mistake or anything.

He turned his neck clearly and glanced at Baldo.

My face is hidden in my helmet, but I do feel signs of being annoyed.

After a while, I turned back forward.

On the signal of the presiding judge, a barrel bell was rang.

The knights across the street began to advance.

Quiet and powerful.

A knight is a monster of war.

The best attack power, the best defense, and the strongest manoeuvre in a single human being are the knights.

It is in this horse spear that it most terminally manifests itself.

Full-body armor with massive amounts of metal in it at all costs.

A huge horse I raised.

Large and high mass metal spears.

Its destructive power can kill even Gerkast and Warcraft in one blow if it hits it properly.

This sight, too, is a horrible mass of violence, as it progresses through the ground.

It takes tremendous courage not to escape.

The knights themselves should be waving spears fighting fear.

The spear for the match may be round ahead, but it still dies depending on how it hits.

The rules for horse spear matches in this competition are simple.

If you fall, you lose, that's all.

If neither falls, we look back at each other, change the starting position of the assault and advance again.

When one of them loses twice, the game ends.

The advance will be repeated until the battle is won.

The two quickly regarded each other in between weapons.

Goliola's knight's spear was begun by Goes Bore's shield.

Goes Bore's spear also hit the opponent's shield.

And he broke the shield as it was, and the spear pierced the other knight's body.

The other knight fell from his horse as he began to fly, lying on the earth.

"Lord Goes Boer.

One! "

And the Chancellor's voice sounded.

The other knight doesn't even move.

Medical team pharmacists rushed to make allowances.

The opponent was judged impossible to continue the game and a win for Goes Bore was pronounced.

Goes Boer returned the horse to its original position before disembarking and letting his squire help him remove his helmet.

Bardo breathed.

Exactly, out-of-phase.

That's not a person's face.

It's the monster's face.

It's terribly long vertically, big.

A face like a horse's face crushed and flattened, is it close when it comes to it?

The sharply cut eyes and eyes are a long way apart, more on the side than in front of the face.

Even compared to the great body, the size of the face is overwhelming, and when I look at it, I feel the illusion of distraction.

Horse-faced knight Goes Bohr walked in front of the organizer's seat to thank him and occasionally returned.

2.

It was Goes Bore who won the spear match immediately.

Unlike other division winners, the winner of the Immediate Spear match cannot compete in Division VI, the overall division.

Instead, the honor of winning is considered great, and they can be the spear of any amount.

I don't mind that, but Baldo had one thing that didn't fall into two.

A Parzam player tries to impress Baldo.

It's not my fault or anything.

I come too openly hostile.

The pattern of this thing was unraveled by Zaifert.

"I finally got time.

Lord Bardo.

First of all, I salute the disrespect of the knights.

They should have wondered why the knights of the kingdom of Parzam turn their enemies "

He said it was Jules Rant's fault.

Jules Rant, the king's eldest son and currently the only child, could be said to have been more or less welcomed.

Nevertheless, not many see it in the eyes of defilement and hatred.

In it Jules Rant is expected to take the throne of Prince Wang.

For this reason, I have to show my personal virtuosity that I deserve to be raised, but the way I do it is somewhat steep and rough.

Put something on it, criticize existing customs, and try to get it through a new way.

Zyfeld has said that he only makes enemies as he is.

Then Julelant said:

"Uhm.

What you say is fine.

Many have taught me favorably to get used to the way I do things in this country.

While listening carefully to that and passing on the previous method, it is better to try new ways one by one, but there are few.

But.

His Majesty the King is no longer young.

I'm not so young either.

This country has been undergoing reforms for generations now, but its footsteps are not fast enough.

There are a number of disturbing movements inside and outside the country.

We won't make it after we've consolidated the ground.

Now that a foreign molecule like me has jumped in, it's a good time.

It is difficult to reach such a part that it flows directly into the interests of the nobles, so first we proceed with the reform from a military relationship in which His Majesty the King has a strong influence "

In view of this sentiment, Jules Rant does not hesitate to say anything about institutions and practices that remain old.

The rhetoric I often use at that time is, "At the border, there is a better way to do it."

Conflicts also occur because they point to shortcomings in traditional ways.

While clashing, in various ways, Jules Rant has been producing good things, new things.

So more and more people are evaluating Jules Rant, but many are dissatisfied.

It is said that the spearhead of that dissatisfaction is now directed at the person who taught Jules Rant how to do the border, or Bardo.

Trying to go out to the Border Race Martial Association are young knights who have some character but not enough to gain prominence and want to stand up in the military.

Because if you do well in the competition, you are very likely to be promoted.

At best, they are full of hegemony, and their noses are rough.

I respect martial arts and do not feel comfortable with those who have no martial arts.

In these delicate circumstances, Juleland decided to put Bardo in an exemplary match as an invited country representative.

If we take a remarkable battle, those rough knights will also have to admit Jules Rant.

Conversely, if Bardo loses a lot, that would be a huge loss for Jules Rant.

It could also affect Tachiko.

Oh, man, it's getting hard.

I thought I was going to enjoy the martial arts club easily.

Can't we lose this?

What a mess I ask of this old man.

That's a terrible one.

Bardo sighed.

3

On the second day, the second division took place.

It's a confrontation between two hand swords.

Not riding a horse, wearing armor and tapping a great sword together.

Again, they all wore plate armor, but it doesn't seem to be as heavy armor as the players in the horse spear match were using.

The winner was the knight of the great empire of Goriola, but the semi-finalist was the knight of the slightly smaller kingdom of Parzam.

The little knight was fighting his opponent's sword.

The winner and semi-winner can compete in the sixth day of the tournament.

At night, Doriatessa came to visit.

I wondered if the contestants, and the female noblemen, would visit the representatives of other organizations without warning, but I let them in the room anyway.

As he came in, Doriatessa bowed her head.

"Lord Bardo.

Please, give me the power.

I need your help. "

What happened this time?

4.

"I need your help in the love of the princess."

I was just surprised by this.

but I was glad it was an immediate congratulation.

When I asked Arflaburn about Princess Shernelia's representation of the Goriola Empire at this competition, this was the answer.

"Oh, that would be a distraction to the princess first.

I've never been out of the rear palace.

I may not have another lifetime, such as the opportunity to enjoy a trip.

And it would be true to look for a fiancée.

If you're a knight coming to that, you're not really a bad opponent of Princess Shernelia.

A knight who is not a royal or duke family, but rather a good family, young, futuristic and hegemonic, and tries to stand up in the military.

It is desirable as my country that military and other information on Parzam be obtained and that certain margins, which are not too strong within Parzam, be possible.

In a house that connects directly to the royal family, the opposite happens.

I don't have a problem with my identity.

We're going to set you up around the new Marquis. "

I had heard from Doriatesa that it was the Duke's house, not the Marquis, but I did not make any corrections.

But I didn't even think I'd be so lucky to find someone I wanted to marry.

In fact, when I met Princess Shernelia, I thought that the person this princess wants to marry is not simply a young nobleman who attracts women in a brilliant, material and elegant way, I guess.

Baldo thought you might be looking for someone with some teeth that would be worthy of spending the rest of your life together.

But so soon, I didn't know a knight would show up to capture the princess's heart.

To find out who that lucky knight was, Bardo listened to Doriatessa.

"Yesterday, at the invitation of the Kingdom of Parzam, a dinner meeting of representatives of both countries was held.

In that seat, the princess met Master Jules Lant.

During the horse spear match, I was curious because the princess's gaze was strangely toward Parzam's delegate seat.

Last night I was summoned by the princess to join me for dinner.

In that seat.

All that comes out is about Master Jules Lant.

And the princess's eyes, talking, sighing.

Definitely.

The princess fell in love with Master Jules Lant!