BJ Swordmaster

"The problem between countries is something that our superiors will solve. I've cleared up all the misunderstandings now."

LIQUISO PARBOUCH.

The eldest son of Count Parbuti spoke with an ever more serious face.

A distinctly different attitude from showing his teeth to Henry at first.

The proverb that hawks are medicine is the key to solving the situation again this time.

[What's with being polite?]

[It took about 3 hours, right?][Laughing]

[I could have emptied my head if I'd been beaten for three hours]

A little more than three hours.

It was a time spent together by Henry and Liquiso on stage.

Liquiso also resisted as a warrior in Oslo, but Henry's arrest undoubtedly penetrated the gap and presented a threshing.

"I realized that the warrior of Oslo and the knight of Ballaran were the same after all. Loyal to the nation, protecting the underdog, and crucially walking the path of nothing."

Liquiso's eyes glowed with sincerity.

Henry was more overwhelmingly strong than he was, and he seemed to think that a strong opponent would need enough respect.

Of course that doesn't mean I mean it.

"You're lying."

Liquiso's mana was fluctuating violently. It meant that he was bringing up the complete opposite of what he really meant.

It also meant that Henry was in a state of rage.

"But that's enough. We still have a lot of time to be together. I think the Parbutch White writer left the guidance here to Liquiso."

There were not many risks for the count to contact him directly.

Henry was the knight of Ballaran.

However, the moment Durandal asked him to do so, he had to have the least courtesy, so he sent the eldest son.

"Thank you very much. What's the schedule after this?”

"Just leave it to me. If the driver just sits comfortably in the carriage, we'll be able to get to the underground city smoothly."

"Did you say underground city?"

"It's the city of Dworf. It's not that they don't hate the light, but it's just that they like the underground more than the ground. I want to smell the mineral a little closer."

"Is it called an underground city?”

"That was Captain Dwarp's opinion. Your Highness agreed. The underground city was included in the legitimate city of Oslo. Anyway."

Liquiso smiled brightly, showing his teeth.

"All you have to do is make yourself at home. Leave the rest to me."

It was a smile with extreme respect if a stranger saw it.

I mean, that's what it looked like to a stranger.

'As long as I return to the family.'

Liquiso forced the simmering chest to calm down. Already, the opponent's martial arts were felt directly, and the gap could not have been narrowed just by attacking here.

I didn't expect Ballaran's knight to use magic.’

A while ago.

While being beaten up, Liquiso constantly asked for help.

This was the border of Oslo, and it was a place called after the royal palace because of its strict boundaries.

However, no one helped Liquiso.

Not a person.

I'm sure you've tried to keep my voice from leaking. I wouldn't have been able to see her. If I knew it, I would have approached more carefully.’

Who knew a knight would use magic? At least wizards were the only ones who could do such a thing in Liquiso's mind.

But now I know that, and as soon as I arrived at the family, I was going to inform Count Parbuti of the irrational situation that happened a while ago.

'Wait a minute. I'll let you pay for it.’

Of course it was a story after arrival.

Liquiso grinned and led Ballaran's driver to the carriage.

"Let's go. This way."

***

The criteria for Henry's return of his promise to Cuelay were simple.

A book that records the words left by Coelay.

By touching the "symbolic" object that had been handed down from generation to generation, he reminded the promise of falling asleep on the ring.

But Henry thought he needed another way this time.

"A commonly known Dwarp has a lifespan of 300 years. It means that the partner of the appointment may still be alive."

Even if he died, nothing would change much.

It's just a one-time appointment.

The descendants may not have been tied to the contract, but at least they remember the name Camilton.

"If that's the case, I wouldn't expect any unilateral help from Cuelay, but at least...….”

Henry looked at the LIQUISO right in front of him.

"Liquiso, you said there was a dragon.”

"Do you mean the guardian dragon of Oslo?”

The guardian dragon of Oslo.

It was the same dragon, but not what Henry meant.

"Isn't he a legend?"

"He's like a legend. He's actually just asleep under the silver sea."

"……Yes. Anyway, I was talking about the dragon persecuting Dwarp."

"It's a half-dragon. It's not a complete dragon."

Liquiso expressed hostility. A half-dragon. I have lived for a thousand years, and I say so because I am young for a dragon.

Also, the reason for hostility was the persecution of Dwarp.

"I don't know if you know, a thousand-year-old dragon is enough to deal with human wizards. I promise you, if you visit Falcon, it won't last for less than five minutes.….”

"You mean it's eight stars.

"That's what I heard."

"You've never seen it."

"……Yes."

Henry tilted his head.

A species called the magic bell is the dragon.

A species that has a lifespan of 10,000 years and is a measure of ability.

Given that fact, Liquiso's statement of an eight-star rating was convincing enough.

"Then isn't it enough to be dealt with by the House of Oslo?"

"Of course, but it's something that might upset other dragons if you mess with them. It's too risky for Osland to be ahead.… Yes, I can, but I shouldn't."

Dwarp said he would offer tribute to the dragon at regular intervals. It's not an unreasonably excessive amount, but it's a tribute that makes one's heart feel uncomfortable.

Henry was satisfied.

"At least if you remember the name Camilton, there's something I can do for you here. The wizard's terms of duty may not be met, but if we can still have a positive relationship with Dwarp, that's enough to try."

[It's worth a try (Cuelay)]

[He's trying to run away]

You don't think that's what the driver did, do you?[Laughing]

[No, you think you're going to dump and run in Oslo]

"No, it doesn't stand out.….”

Trying to rebut reflexively, Henry moderately refined the expression.

"I'm going to take a moment to figure out a way. I don't intend to unilaterally hand over my luggage to Oslo."

It's not something other dragons might not be interested in.

I didn't mean to kill him anyway, and I just planned to overpower him. Henry was thinking he could patch it up somehow.

Then Liquiso said.

"With all due respect, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Why would you want to meet Dwarp?”

“…….”

Henry's eyes narrowed, and Liquiso freaked out.

"Please forget my mistake. I didn't mean to ask you that. I'm sure you have something else on your mind if you're like a driver.…I'm telling you!"

"…I'm not interested in technology. I just have a reason to meet him."

"If there's a reason you should meet…"….”

"I need to check something."

It is not something that can and should be explained in the first place. Liquiso nodded as if he had gained great enlightenment at the nuance of asking no more questions.

"There was another reason, too.

Liquiso himself felt that he did not know what was right.

But what can we do?

There's still a long way to the family, and Henry Camilton's collection is just around the corner.

You think he'll meet you because he's coming?’

It is almost impossible for even those who maintain a friendly relationship with Dwarp to have a proper face-to-face conversation.

Parbuti was also one of those families.

We could always have conversations at the place we needed, and we weren't sure if we could see the face of the colonel even if the king visited us in personally.

'You wouldn't even be able to get into the city in the first place.’

Dwarp was always busy.

Even the youngest Dwarves had the ability to surpass human artisans, and even the production, which was called luxury by human standards, was only a failure for them.

Most of them, except for a few, are locked in their own workshops and live their lives of minerals and fiddlers.

If it had been easy to see that, there would have been countless people called masters among humans by now.

"Let's move. We have the Warpgate ready."

The wagon was able to reach Warpgate without restraint because of the Count of Parbutch's seal.

Liquiso called pleasure to himself.

If we move on, it'll be Count Parbuch, and that's all we've got to do to please him.

But when he met the count he believed in, Liquiso heard a pure bolt from the blue.

"That's why I didn't warn you. Treat knights as the eldest son of a count, not as a royal citizen of Oslo."

Count Farbouci shot his son with a pathetic look.

"But my father always...….”

"I've always told you. The knights are hypocritical, and they make a profit on the pretext of justice."

"……Yes."

"But there must be something you've always said about your uncle.”

Uncle who abandoned his name and took root in Ballaran as a cancer merchant.

"…You said you had to follow what your uncle warned you about."

"In any case, we must abide by the principles that we have always followed. What did I tell you yesterday?"

"My uncle warned me that…….….”

"But I still put out my personal feelings. I'll keep that in mind. I wouldn't have made a mistake if it were your brother."

Liquiso bit his lower lip. I heard my father's warning, but at the same time, I remembered the story that my father had told me since I was young.

In the first place, the antipathy he had against Ballaran was also connected from his father.

"Also."

Count Parbuti continued with dry eyes.

"You may also remember that your uncle's warning didn't end there. All the knight wanted was to reach Dwarp. Did you think he'd get what he wanted?"

"……No."

"What if?"

"I'm sorry."

Liquiso said in a gloomy voice. The question was whether he was beaten for building his pride because he would fail anyway.

"Go back."

"……Yes."

Liquiso was forced to leave the room depressed by the count's livestock decree.

But that didn't mean that the resentment had gone away.

You should have seen that.’

It's three hours long.

For three hours straight, Liquiso was stung by a sword, but on the outside, it didn't seem that way.

Even when he said so in the first place, Count Parbouci seemed to have exaggerated and looked pathetic.

And there was something else that was unfair.

"It's not fair that you're using that much force.’

What do you mean he's using violence for what a great insult he's committed? In fact, Liquiso didn't mean to set up such an emotional day.

I just wanted to have a proper war of nerves.

But the knight took in the first verse before the end of the first verse. He said he was thinking about what to do with himself.

What should I do?’

I've thought about it for a long time, but the conclusion that Liquiso could get was regrettable.

I can't help but hope it fails. Damn it.'

BJ Swordmaster

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