"Hello・・・・・・・" Yurius's attitude also seemed a little respectful, although he didn't know Clyde, and he didn't know what country he was a knight, but the outfit on his body already showed that he was extraordinary, maybe a noble knight somewhere・・・・・・・

However, Clyde did not have the pampered temperament of a noble knight, but rather gave him a very dangerous feeling, like a sharp sword capable of cutting everything, although the sword was now in its scabbard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your Excellency doesn't need to be so restrained, you're just a knight. Clyde said indifferently.

"yes, then ・・・・・・・"

"Your Highness Amilia, Your Highness Anna has been waiting here for a long time, please move. ”

"・・・・・・・・・" Yurius glanced at Clyde, who didn't make any movement on the side, this bland attitude is too weird!

"Well, there is still some personal matter in the future, rest assured, Your Highness Amilia, I will be back before you plan to leave. As if remembering something, Clyde leaned over to Emilia.

"Hmm!" Emilia nodded slightly, to be honest, she couldn't get used to the Clyde she looked like now.

・・・・・・・The acting is so good, isn't it?!

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For a split second, Clyde glanced in the direction of the market and caught a glimpse of brightly colored clothes crossing the road.

The vivid red color only crossed the field of vision and left a vivid impression, and in his memory, there was only one person who matched that color - Priscilla Baliyer, one of the Chosen Ones.

He has been in contact with the Great Sin in the past, and is suspected of being an "arrogant" priest who has not yet appeared.

But now, in a world without the Pleiades, there's a good chance that those thugs will be killed by her and the time-traveler called Ardy Baran!

"--You stinky bitch, stop kidding!"

As soon as he approached the alley, Clyde was convinced that his idea was correct, and he quickened his pace.

"What are you kidding, stinky woman, be careful that I smash your pretty face, huh!?"

"Don't shout and make noise, fool. Those who lack style are not even looking for trouble. ”

The sound of an argument was heard, and a young girl was surrounded by three men in a narrow alley.

The bright orange hair is pinned up and drained behind the back, reflecting the sun's rays. The pure red dress, which resembles blood, gives the girl's beauty the impression of violence.

Many of the ornaments on the neck, ears and fingers are all top-notch goods that the layman knows at a glance.

Even though she is covered in gorgeous accessories, the girl's outstanding appearance is not inferior in the slightest.

The sparkling phoenix eyes with challenging colors have red pupils, light pink lips and white skin like fresh snow. The beauty that is enough to make an expert who explores beauty spend a lifetime, even Clyde has to be admired, of course, it is still not as good as his own holy maiden.

The men surrounding the girl spoke harshly.

But the girl just put her hands around her chest, as if she was holding up her unusually plump breasts. That kind of behavior made the men unbearable and felt even more disgusted.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Clyde's figure appeared in the alley, because Clyde's knight was dressed at this time, and the three thugs didn't recognize him, but they also had the idea of backing down because of Clyde's [knight] identity.

"Rider ・・・・・・?!"

"How did he find out?!"

"It's over, it's exposed!"

"Oh~ a knight from a foreign country・・・・・・・" The girl recognized at a glance that the knight's suit on Clyde was not the style of this country, but even she couldn't recognize the origin of the knight's suit, which was really funny (even Moses Ant)・・・・・・・・

"Well, that's you?" Clyde raised an eyebrow, as if recognizing the identities of the three thugs.

"Knight, you ・・・・・ you recognize the wrong person!"

"How could you know us, so noble?!"

"Yes, yes, yes!

The three of them were so frightened that their legs almost went limp, and Clyde's gaze prevented them from even running away.

"But the last time I came to the royal capital, the money was taken from you~ Have you forgotten?" Clyde had a teasing smile on his face.

"What?!"

"You're that fierce swordsman?!"

"Ahhh

"Hahaha!!!" Clyde couldn't help but laugh when he saw the three of them's 'loveless' expressions, and then said coldly, "Get out of here!"

"Yes yes ・・・・・・・" x3

The three of them fled in such a gloomy manner, in front of the two of them, like lost dogs.

"Oh~It seems that Your Excellency and they know each other~" The girl covered her mouth lightly and said to Clyde with interest.

"No, it's just that the last time I came to the royal capital, I met them, and unfortunately they were 'plundered' by me. ”

"Plunder is a good word, but do they really have extra money, given their muscles and body hair everywhere?"

"Very little・・・・・・・ Oh! By the way, Lord Priscilla, please don't act alone next time, even if you are strong, but don't be too far away from your guards. Clyde's words made the girl's expression change suddenly.

"You, do you know the concubine?"

"Naturally, as a knight of Her Highness Amilia, she naturally knows the identities of the other Chosen Ones. Clyde bowed to the girl.

"I see, that half-demon (half-elf) knight・・・・・・・ "Seeing Clyde's 'perfect knight' style, it is completely different from the 'hooligan' when he just dealt with those three gangsters, how can that humble half-elf have such a good knight?!

However, since the concubine knows about it, then try to dig it up~

"Your Excellency, please consider what you say, Mistress Emilia is the same as you are the Chosen One, please do not associate it with the 'Witch of Envy', or ・・・・・・・" A fierce glint flashed in Clyde's eyes, "Your speech will be regarded as an insult to Her Highness Emilia!"

"Boy, you'd better keep your mouth clean!"

No sooner had Clyde finished speaking, a figure appeared behind him, wearing a pitch-black full-face helmet on his head, but with a cheap cape and a jacket and trousers made of linen that resemble those worn by bandits. With a footbag on his feet and shoes like sandals, and a beautifully crafted sword hanging from his waist, the imbalance is brought to the fullest here.

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The first update of the two daily shifts (to be continued.) )