BJ Swordmaster

The moment the king used the expression king's message.

Henry gave an example on one knee.

"I'll take your word."

"Come and fix the given situation before you visit. The time doesn't matter."

It was a strange expression.

I can't believe I'm dealing with a given situation.

The expression you use when you're in trouble isn't a fix.

It was strange, but I couldn't ask back.

"…follow the orders."

The royal command cannot be disobeyed. The moment the king told him to pick up the pieces, Henry had to.

The servant has left.

All of a sudden, Henry was left alone in the dean's office.

[What a mess it is going to be]

Are you getting fired?]

What am I supposed to fix? Anything else?Lol]

"You won't be decapitated. Bergent is a family that eventually comes to terms with the royal family. Also, the situation you told me to take care of...….”

[No, not the neck]

[I can't believe it]

Getting kicked out of the dean's seat?]

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm going to keep the structure that I've been doing, but I'm not going to be as free as I was before. Of course, it depends on your decision."

So what's the situation? What do you want me to fix?]

"Probably.

An uncertain answer ensued. The opponent was the king, and there was nothing Henry could be sure of.

"It's about the Camilton family. It is highly likely that it is something about the grace you have given me. It won't be that simple."

What the king wanted was obvious.

The entry of a man named Henry Camilton into the Royal Order.

Of course there was no coercion. The king respected Henry's intention.

In the end, there was only one way to get Henry to join the club without the king's authority.

"There's a situation where you need to be a royal knight, isn't there?

Henry Camilton, an ordinary knight, would be in trouble, but something that could be easily solved as soon as he belonged to the royal family.

It was likely to be related to the Camilton family's changed circumstances.

Unlike other sergeants, the estate was not something that ended with a single receipt.

It was an object that had to be managed and improved steadily, and especially at the early stage, investments were more than the gains that were collected.

"But I'm not sure. It may be related to something other than the territory, and you'll have to go there yourself."

Anyway, the Academy's work is done for the time being done.

You don't have to stay longer, and you don't have to meet anyone.

Henry was not a trainee.

He was a knight, and he was already in the position of a "guest" from the moment he entered the academy today.

"It feels weird.”

Henry looked back at the proofreading. It was a place where I spent a little over three years. It was a pretty big part of Henry's life, and as such, memories were buried everywhere.

Of course it wasn't a very positive memory.

It was only recently that Henry changed his position.

"That barn... It's where I've been for three years. When I first entered the school, I had a normal dormitory, but I was kicked out in less than a month.”

How painful it was at the time.

Now that time has passed and we've changed our position, we can say it as if we're recalling our memories.

"It's Henry Camilton!"

"Oh, my God. You'really.

Sometimes the trainees who recognized Henry stood far away and admired him.

It used to be like this.

Since entering the Academy, Henry has always been in the same eye.

The meaning of the gaze has only changed a lot.

"That guy is….”

Then Henry stared at a trainee.

"It's in my memory. You're a friend who once sprayed dirt on my quarters."

How hard it must have been to clean up the muddy accommodation. I couldn't stand it because I was so angry at the time, but it was in the past.

Now Henry was in a position to think so.

[He's running away]

[She knows it's her fault, but she's been acting up to the main character]

Now I don't even remember his name, but the student who sprayed the soil was running away pale.

I didn't mean to follow you. You don't have to.

Henry moved again.

The proofs were kept in my eyes. Walking in the footsteps of three years, I filled all those memories deep in my head.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Henry reached the main gate of the Academy.

Recently, a security guard whom I have met frequently said hello. After receiving proper greetings.

One step.

Henry left the school gate.

“…….”

He stood outside the academy with two steps.

After a brief pause, Henry turned back.

It was a familiar sight. It did not simply mean that the image of the academy was familiar.

"Three years ago, when I was in school, it was like this. It was a time full of expectations of becoming a knight. Since then, the academy has not been a very happy place for me, but at least at that moment, I've been overwhelmed by the sight of it."

The expectations of that time only lasted a few months.

It collapsed to a devastating extent, and it was a day in a row that barely survived.

But now.

"I feel the same way as I did then."

Henry was facing the same look he had seen three years ago.

***

The Viscount Redwood was in an unseasonable festive mood.

It wasn't because of their lordly involvement.

Technically, it was the work of the lord of the neighborhood, and in reality, it was the work of a neighborhood resident.

"Congratulations, from the bottom of my heart! I believed that one day this kind of moment would come!"

"Thank you. I believed it, but now that it's like this, I'm just floating around."

"It's like a garden. It's worth it. I would've done the same. What father in the world wouldn't do that?"

Master Redwood was laughing his head off. Every time Camilton smiled awkwardly.

I wanted to jump in a straightforward mood, but I knew that I should be more calm at times like this.

"So when is Henry coming back?"

"I said I'd be back as soon as I handled the urgent matter. It won't take long...…I'll probably use the gate, so won't you come today or tomorrow?"

"I'll have to get ready.”

Master Redwood gladly instructed those around him.

It was an order to prepare for the festival.

Of course, it was just a simple festival where people from some neighborhood gathered to have a party.

"Don't spare for today!"

The Earl of Redwood wasn't a very wealthy estate, but he wasn't poor either.

I've released everything I've saved.

The warehouse of Yeongju Castle was no exception.

The mountain of meat caused Camilton to laugh in vain.

"Isn't that too much?"

"Too much, don't say that. There's not much time left for Lord Camilton to stay here. It's obvious that you're going up somewhere high, so shouldn't we leave you with only good memories?"

"You're joking a lot."

The Redwood Jocke grinned.

It was a real joke.

He was such a good man, and he respected Camilton even when all he had was a small cottage.

"That's great. That's great."

"Honestly, I'm so happy. And yet I wonder if I deserve this moment."

"Of course, you didn't collapse, did you?"

"Because I couldn't give up."

"Henry will know that, too. Everyone here knows Henry's a brilliant guy. Oh, I guess I'll call you Sir Henry now.”

It wasn't as good as Camilton, but Redwood felt special, too.

Henry Camilton.

A child who has been brilliant since he was a child was no different than his nephew to the Earl of Redwood.

When Camilton had a stomachache, even Redwood had a stomachache, and when good news came, he was willing to take out his precious wine and congratulated.

"I thought it was going well now, but I didn't expect it to go up at once. As expected, he was strong. Of course it's Camilton's blood. Hahaha."

"It looks like Camilton's blood skipped me and connected."

"That's not true…… Oh, my."

As soon as he tried to refute the grinning Duke of Camilton, he opened his eyes wide.

It happened in a moment.

Next to the Duke of Camilton, an old man I've never seen appeared.

"……who are you?"

"What?"

"Look at me."

“……!”

It was only then that the Earl of Camilton recognized the presence of the guest. I took a step back reflexively, but fortunately, I didn't see any indecency.

Also, the old man's eyes were on Camilton, not Redwood.

"I think you've come to visit me. Who are you?"

"Are you Earl Camilton?"

"That's true."

"First, I apologize for the rudeness. I was afraid that normal procedures would draw too much attention."

"You should apologize to Lord Redwood. The territorial system follows what the lord has set."

Even though he didn't understand his opponent's identity, Duke Camilton firmly drew the line. The old man turned to Viscount Redwood as if convinced.

"I sincerely apologize. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm fine.….”

"Thank you for your generosity."

The Duke of Camilton asked the old man only then.

"So, who are you?"

"My name is Marshall. It was the shadow of Duke Rodrick, and I followed Lord Henry's advice to find this place."

"……You said Rodrick's shadow?"

"Yes."

"You followed Henry's advice?”

"That's right."

The Duke of Camilton blew his breath. Rodrick's shadow.

"…What did you hear from Henry?”

"It said you'd make room for Camilton's own man."

"Can I hear the background?"

Marshall nodded as if it were natural and began to explain the situation.

What he was like before he got involved with Henry, and what happened after that.

In the part where Rodrick's seal was stolen and delivered to Austin, the two lords also blew their breath again.

It was because I felt that the scale of the work was too large for the two people who had been living alone.

"I understand the situation.Only……."

The Duke of Camilton could never understand what was going on. In fact, it was accurate that Henry's intentions were unknown.

Of course, Redwood's work was even worse.

'...He's got his own plans.’

But I can be sure that Henry would not have done anything detrimental to Earl Camilton.

I mean, if that was really Henry.

"Last but not least, let me check one more thing."

"Yes."

"I didn't hear from Henry at all. Is there anything I can feel safe about?"

"This is what Sir Henry said. It's the process of the dragon spreading its wings.….”

Marshall said with a hint of confidence. But Lord Camilton was relieved as soon as he heard it.

"That's Henry."

It is said that it is the process of the dragon spreading its wings.

For those who don't know, it may sound like the Camilton family will revive, but for those who know Camilton's sentence, it was different.

The dragon with its wings is not the symbol of Camilton.

"Nice to meet you. Let's say hello."

The Duke of Camilton reached Marshall.

"I'm Lucas Camilton. This is Viscount Redwood, the owner of this estate."

While embarrassed by the sudden change in attitude, Marshall had a gentle greeting with Redwood.

"This is Marshall."

"…Redwood. Viscount Camilton. I don't know what's going on here.….”

"Didn't I tell you that Henry was here a while ago?”

"You did."

"That's the password we set together."

"Oh, the dragon with its wings...….”

"Yes."

Only then did Redwood's face become wide open. It was because I was convinced that it was nothing to worry about.

"Nice to meet you. Henry's guest is my guest, too. Did you say Marshall?"

"Yes."

"You need a place to stay for a while. Do you mind if I pay attention? Viscount Camilton."

"Oh, come to think of it, Henry's promise...… Marshall, I'm sorry, but the only land I'm allowed is a small cottage on the outskirts. If you'd like to make yourself at home, I'd like your Lord's….”

"What do you mean permission? We have a guest room in the castle, so let's stay there."

Marshall was embarrassed now.

What kind of people are there?

Of course, thank you, Marshall said he was definitely the shadow of Duke Rodrick.

But you're not even on the least alert.’

Marshall was the one who could exterminate everyone here overnight if he wanted to.

I wondered if he didn't know that, but soon Marshall realized.

They only believed in a human being named Henry Camilton.

the unconditional belief that they would never have done anything that would harm them.

"Follow this friend. Maxi, you're my guest!

Even the ease to guide the subordinates.

Following in the footsteps of a young man named Maxima, Marshall had no choice but to recall Henry's promise.

A promise to give Camilton a place to stay.

BJ Swordmaster

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