Time flies, fourteen years after the emperor came to another world. Although when I look in the mirror, I am still handsome and chic. But if you look closely, you can see that there are slight changes. The most obvious is the mustache on the lips. It looks like a surname, right? But it was also a real reminder to Egil that he was gradually, gradually, beginning to grow old.

What's even more terrifying is that when he got up one morning, when Egil looked in the mirror, he vaguely found that he had grown a white hair.

"Ahh!!!h

At that time, the maids in the Grand Palace of Krakow assured that the Emperor's screams were like a little girl who had seen a spider for the first time...... Name: Egil Skadergrímsson, Male, Age: 30, Characteristics: Extremely handsome, very imposing, with a white hair...... "Quick, pull it out! Pluck it out!!I don't want to see it again!!!! "Egil rolled on the ground without any image. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pulled a strand of hair regardless of it. Or maybe it's because he's too excited. That's why I didn't feel it at all when I pulled my hair. As if the hair wasn't his...... "It hurts......

In the early morning, the Imperial Empress Artoria woke up from her sleep, and when she opened her eyes, she immediately felt that her hair was very painful. When I looked at it again, I saw that my husband was stretching out his hand, pulling a strand of hair on the top of his head and pulling it vigorously, muttering in a dream: "Quickly pull it out, pull ......it out" or something.

"What are you doing?!!! Artoria was furious and punched Egil in the chest. Got him straight out of bed. Egil really came to his senses.

And the emperor, who came to his senses, completely ignored the sharp pain in his chest, ran to the mirror for the first time, lowered his head and desperately searched for it. After a while, I was relieved to find that there was no problem with my hair at all.

"It's okay, it's just a dream. Egil took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, "Speaking of which, I was really shocked just now." ”

"What the hell is going on? What are you doing in a panic?" Artoria asked as she frowned and scratched at Egil's messed hair.

"Nothing...... I had a little scary dream. Egil muttered quietly.

"Yes......" Hearing Egil's words, Artoria sighed again, turned over, covered the quilt, and muttered, "Wake me up again at breakfast." Then he went back to sleep.

"......" Egil was slightly speechless. Speaking of which, in recent times, Artoria seems to have begun to get used to this kind of dull life. Ate and slept all day, slept and ate. There is less time to exercise, and there is no more shouting in front of Egil that he wants to kill. When I was banging with her last night, as soon as I hugged my waist, I felt as if my arms had become shorter. If you think about it carefully, you can figure it out - it's not that your arms have become shorter. It's Artoria who has grown meat...... "I still eat so much, but because the amount of exercise has decreased, has my body shape begun to change? can't it go on like this......" Egil muttered as he snapped his fingers, and the maid, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, immediately walked in with hot water, towels, and toothbrush, and after serving the emperor to wash, she withdrew. After that, two maids in casual clothes with coats walked in, serving the emperor and getting dressed. After that, he also withdrew.

Egil looked in the mirror again, and felt that nothing was wrong. And he went out. The maids were already standing a little farther away. Sonia was the only one waiting at the door.

"The hosts. Would you like to dine now?" asked Sonya.

"It's a little too early. Egil shook his head, and then said, "Let's go to the eldest princess first." ”

"Uh......" Hearing Egil say this, Sonia did not move.

"What's wrong?" asked Egil.

"The eldest princess has already gotten up earlier. Most of them have now gone to the Royal Council. I am no longer in my own dormitory. Sonia said.

"That's right......," Egir sighed, "let's prepare breakfast." You go to the restaurant first. I'll be there in a moment. With that, Egil turned and went back to his bedchamber.

"Yes, master. Sonia nodded in agreement with Egil, and closed the door to the dormitory. In this way, only Egil and Artoria were left in the dormitory.

"Hey, Hani. Egil sat on the edge of the bed: "I've been feeling a little slack off lately, so after breakfast, how about we go to the training ground for some activities?"

"That's rare...... You guys would have invited me to do this...... Speaking of which, we haven't had a good fight in years, have we?!" Hearing Egil say this, Artoria, who had not been asleep too much, opened her eyes and looked at Egil with the look of seeing something rare.

"Pretty much. Egil smiled reluctantly: "From today onwards, it will be the year 1014." ”

"So what?" Artoria didn't understand what Egil meant, and looked at him very strangely.

"yes...... Not so good. Hearing Artoria say this, Egil was a little happier.

Next, had breakfast. The Egirs went to the training ground in the palace. The ship's light leather armor and wooden training weapons were armoured. This round of training matches began.

Although it is not a real sword fight. But the opponent is so good. Artoria was still excited. It's been a long time since she's fought above the level.

"Ah!!h

Without the bonus of the Absolute Defender's Armor, Egil naturally did not dare to fight hard with Artoria. The Emperor quickly retreated while Altoria was attacking, and at the same time raised his left arm, raised the practice handcuff that fired paint bullets, and pulled the trigger on Altoria's chest!

"It's useless!" Altoria's amazing dynamic vision, which had long captured the trajectory of the projectile's flight. Swing your sword and slash down, sending the projectile flying - if it were a real sword, the projectile would have been cut in two.

The projectile slammed into the ground, shattering, splattering some red dye—Egil's counterattack seemed—no, not yet! The Emperor jerked forward as Artoria swung his sword, and before Artoria could finish the action, he swung his wooden knife and slashed at Artoria's left rib.

"Cunning!" Artoria thought to herself, but she didn't even have time to shout - but she didn't change her tactics as the Emperor thought, and used her sword to block the flank attack of the saber. Instead, he gripped the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and the big sword slashed upwards with a "sudden", attacking Egil's jaw.

"Shall we all die together?!" Egil shifted his footsteps, turned to avoid Artoria's counterattack, and stabbed straight from the side—the closer the distance, the smaller the range of movements, and the speed, three points faster!

In terms of speed, it is the emperor who has the advantage. The distance between the two sides was too close, and Artoria, who was holding a sword in both hands, was a little unable to use it. Caught in passivity - weird.

Although the speed is not as good as the opponent's, it is too late to block with a sword - but when it comes to fighting, there is more than that. Distance or something can also be gained with this - Artoria turned sideways, able to dodge Egil's attack, and his body lost his balance as a result- "Good chance!" Egil was about to win the match in one go, but it was himself who fell into the trap - Artoria's left hand released the hilt of the sword, and then punched Egil in the chest! Egil only felt as if he had been hit by a war hammer, and he was not properly dressed in one breath, and almost turned his back. Artoria attacked the same place where she punched him when he got up during the day. The injury, which had not been too well healed, suddenly expanded. The pain crept through his chest, making Egil feel quite uncomfortable.

"You're foul!" Egil was beaten by Artoria and couldn't stop backing away, so that there was also a distance for the greatsword to exert its power. Artoria immediately attacked. And the pain and discomfort in his chest, even Egil, who had slowed down a lot, couldn't parry, and was in a hurry.

Artoria's eyes were red with excitement, and he retorted loudly to Egil: "There are no rules, where is the foul?!"

...... Well, it's true that there were no rules or anything before the competition. Egil was a little discouraged at the thought of this. Immediately afterwards, I felt a sharp pain in my calf, but when I was just a little distracted, I didn't defend it, and I was hit there.

Although it is a wooden sword. Artoria also kept his hand. But Egil still had an ugly look in the streets. After this, Artoria stepped forward and swung his sword at the neck of Egil, who had already fallen to the ground, but could not dodge but hard-docked and rolled on the ground in an attempt to get back to his feet.

However, Artoria did not give him a chance. Immediately following Egil, swinging his sword and reaching out with his feet, trying to step on Egil and hold him in place. After a few hard catches from Artoria in a row, Egil's wrist was shaken and painful, and he couldn't hold it tightly, and the wooden knife in his hand was knocked off. Later, Artoria's wooden sword was also crossed by Egil's neck.

The winner is decided.

"It's really ruthless......"

After the war, Egil smiled bitterly. The ankle of the left foot was completely swollen. The right wrist too. The pain in my chest was also terrible, and I was covered in wounds......

(To be continued)