Henry said that it was two wolves fighting for the position of a shepherd dog, and he really didn't wronged them at all.

The Great Swordsmen professed their loyalty to Suomir, to the royal family, and to the Church. In fact, they should be convinced of it.

But on a practical level, their allegiance is not to a real Suomir.

Like themselves, they are the souls of the past that have been forgotten by the torrent of time, and even the people no longer buy it.

These people want to be retro, and after more than twenty years of wandering, they want to return the kingdom to its original state, and they think it's the right thing to do.

Although it is not explicitly stated, six months after the attack on Parnilla, the anti-Lamanists are now on the move. These great swordsmen returned and demanded status, apparently to force the now pro-Lamanite queen and the entire kingdom to make a choice.

"For the traditions that I cling to, for the sake of Suomir, who is right in my mind. ”

No matter how loud the slogans were, in fact they ignored the current situation of the entire Suomir Kingdom. Undivided attention.

I just want to get everything back.

And what about the Dragon Wing Rider?

They are the pinnacle of Suomir's military power today, the face of the kingdom, the supreme being that replaces the traditional position of the Great Swordsman. Nominally, they owe allegiance to the Queen, to the Church, to the State, but in reality?

The object of their allegiance, the object of their defending, is not the queen.

Rather, it is a symbol of the royal family.

Menisdor was ready to cut first and then play. These loyalists, including the prime minister, even chose to prevent the queen from meeting when they received the letter. And during the encounter with Henry, and many times afterward, the venerable and amiable Grand Master of the Dragon Wing also acted in defiance of Her Majesty and directly and single-handedly acting right.

Everything comes from distrust of one's own ruler.

No matter how loyal they are to brainwash themselves, the truth is that none of them, including the Prime Minister and the entire Dragonwing Knights, have taken this Her Majesty seriously.

Just when she is an idol, a symbol, a little girl who will never grow up, needs them to protect.

Therefore, they would not give the Great Swordsman a chance to talk, so after the encounter with Henry, Menisdo forcibly detained the three of them, despite the Queen's advice.

Prevent the queen from meeting, and decide something privately from her. It seems to be defending and protecting the queen, but in fact, this kind of behavior is not to preserve their current position, to protect this Suomir society where they can enjoy glory and wealth, and to avoid its turmoil.

From the perspective of an indifferent bystander, they are all selfish and one-sided.

Both sides claimed allegiance to the Queen, but Her Majesty's thoughts never cared.

"I want to go back to the past, and I want to keep going. ”

Both consider themselves to be sheepdogs, both admit themselves to doing the right thing, and see each other as wolves that threaten something. But in fact, as the sage said, they are all wolves.

“.......”

What a sight to be. Henry sighed.

He couldn't remember exactly how long it had been. But these stubborn Suomir fools are still full of only such thoughts.

This is the innate stubbornness that flows in the blood of this taciturn people. As impregnable as Suomir's permafrost, their thinking is irreversible and can only be traced in a stupid and intolerant one-way way.

He's fast.

Can't help it.

Haimir drew his broadsword from behind, and Menisdor took a spear from his companion.

"Not Kramer?" he said to the mercenary in the red plate armor with his short hair hanging down from his eyes.

"Nope. Hamir raised his weapon, and the three Henry, who were behind, noticed that it was not the brass clad Kramer he had used in Polusalo. The sages who had fought carefully and realized that the greatsword was indeed scarred, but the style of the substituted greatsword was extremely out of place.

Having been in Padrossi for a long time, the Loan girl quickly came up with her own inferences about the design, but sooner than her, Menicedo recognized its origin.

"Montanti?" he said, not in Suomir, but in the Lamani pronunciation of Padrossi.

Henry's eyes narrowed half-wide, and Mira next to him began to observe the weapon seriously.

The various details of the design of the weapon always have their own reasons. The great sword in Haimir's hand was even longer than Kramer's, almost a meter and six. Its handguards are not the typical inverted V of Kramer, but are straight, and are guarded by two side steel rings that make it impossible to take eyes off it, a feature that is extremely common on Padrossi-style swords.

The hilt is more than 40 centimeters long and has a 120-centimeter blade, and in front of the blade there is another non-bladed area that is very characteristic of Raman—that is, the blade part of the sword that is not open to facilitate the performance of half-sword skills. At the intersection of it and the cutting part, there are two protruding sharp corners.

This is a much more advanced design than Kramer.

The handguards are more protected and have a design specifically designed for melee use.

Montanti is a type of weapon that has only appeared in the last decade and has become popular only on a small scale. Menisdo also happened to recognize it.

Part of the theory is that in the course of years of exchange, the Empire was also influenced to imitate the designs of the Great Swordsman of Suomir. But given the timing, the second theory is more reliable—it was a modified greatsword design by exiled swordsmen in the popular style of Padrosi.

The increase in length of more than 10 centimeters will be an advantage in the hands of those who know how to use it. Menisdo didn't have a proper weapon, the best thing to wear with was a heavy weapon like an axe and hammer, and he took off his helmet and hand armor, which was a bit of a fool though it was a courtesy.

The head and left hand are exposed and there is only a wooden pole of the spear, in the face of the powerful Montanti sword, it is still light to accidentally lose the weapon, and it is natural to cut off the left hand or even split the head.

But he's not exactly at a disadvantage.

The Haymir on the opposite side is dressed in a typical mercenary-style protection, and the Brigundy plate armor tends to have a very short hem in order to facilitate the flexibility of the legs. In other words, apart from his torso, his limbs, skull, and even throat were unprotected.

The 2.5-meter-long wooden spear could be cut off by a great sword, but if Menicedo was fast enough, he would be instantly injured and bleeding if he stabbed Hamir in one of the parts.

- Equipped, it can be regarded as evenly matched. So, of course, this becomes a technical confrontation.

The first person to pull the distance into the distance of "......" was Menisto, who was sweating a little heavily in his full-body plate armor under the strong midday sun. Thinking that it would be detrimental to him to procrastinate, the Grand Master grasped the end of the spear with the other hand and approached.

The expressions on the faces of the people around me are different. Both the Great Swordsman and the Dragonwing Knight were ready to intervene at any time, while the three queens looked nervously. Our sage, the Roan Maiden, and the young porter, who were clearly outsiders, watched them in silence.

He closed, his armor without a burqa warming up in the sun, and Menisdo's hair began to stick to his scalp from sweat. The Grand Master controlled his breathing, his feet spread out to maintain a stance that was not easy to fall to the ground, and he moved forward in small steps with his front feet.

"It's conservative. Hamir glanced at him, then strode closer with his broadsword down.

The gesture with which he lifted his sword was the same as that of our Sage Sage, causing the Luoan girl on the side to turn her head again and again.

"Tsk-" With the help of Long Yu, Menisdor, whose armor has been greatly reduced, is not slow to move, even though he is wearing full-body plate armor. He saw Haymir rushing towards him for a moment and did not advance or retreat, and at the same time tentatively stabbed twice from a considerable distance - not fully extending the attack distance, but only deceiving the opponent to block.

But this obviously didn't work for the Great Swordsman, who didn't even raise his sword and continued to close the distance at an even speed. This made Menisdo a little anxious.

"Whew-" "When!" The first sound of the clash of gold and iron was heard two minutes after the duel began. Menisdor hastily stabbed his spear in an attempt to push back the rushing Haymir, which was the correct judgment within the scope of understanding, but it made our Loan girl frown.

The blade of the greatsword is more than 1 meter long, and the cutting part is so large that pressing it on the skin and pushing and pulling it when close enough to cause a terrible open wound. In contrast, the spear only has a spear tip of less than 30 centimeters, and the rest is the part of the wooden pole, which is easy to be cut down by striking steel at close range, not to mention that hitting people with the spear shaft is obviously not as efficient as the spear tip stabbing.

"Hiss-" "Dangqiang-" The two successive stabs were both inflicted on the spot by Hamir, who blocked the second attack with his gauntlet and then switched between his left and right hands to turn his left hand in front of him, while turning his entire greatsword vertically in a circle, trying to press the spearhead down to the right. This reaction was to prevent the opponent from stabbing forward after the exchange, but Menisdo drew his spear back the moment Haymir turned his sword.

His intent to attack seemed to be merely to stop Hamir from approaching, as if he had no consciousness of a life-and-death struggle.

“...... Are you underestimating me? Haymir's brow furrowed, looking a little displeased.

The people next to them didn't make a sound for fear of interrupting their duel. Mira looked at the sage, she didn't understand Suomir and therefore didn't know what Hamir had said, but the girl made the same judgment as the Great Swordsman - Menisdor was a little too conservative.

"......" The sage shrugged his shoulders and did not speak. Mira could tell from between his brows that her teacher was a little unhappy, the last time she saw him like this was in Soradin, it was clear that these things related to his past always touched Henry's heart.

"Huh-" Menisdo didn't reply, he still stood on the dirt with a steady distance, the white dragon feathers behind him glistening in the sunlight. He changed his grip on the gun, with his left hand in front of his chest and his right hand slightly elevated, pointing from above to downward.

Control distance is the basis of combat fundamentals, and even more so for long-pole weapons. The 2.5-meter-long spear can be held longer than the 1.6-meter sword, and he has the advantage of distance, maintaining his advantage and not being approached by a sharp-edged weapon that is stronger in close quarters.

But this is.

How to fight without armor?

The girl looked incomprehensible.

Wearing armor, especially when wearing full-body armor, can make a huge difference in the way you fight. Because most of the body has been covered in metal, the push-pull cutting effect of the blade is very small, and the opponent can only use a swing with a larger amplitude and easier to block in order to achieve an effective attack.

"It's fear. Heng said in West Coast dialect.

The sage's merciless words were not slanderous out of thin air. That's why Menisdo played so conservatively and always wanted to control the distance, the Great Swordsman had a reputation for it, and it was the first time he had actually fought them.

“...... Is that so? Haimir also judged this, he closed his eyes and sighed: "After all, it was taught by cowardly imperial people. ”

"You have the courage to challenge me, and you think you are really a great character. It seems that he is the kind of hypocrite who is full of benevolence and morality and dresses brightly. ”

"Coward—" "Whoa—" As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped on the ground, and then strode forward, his hands fully extended, and the speed of the sprint was not at all like he was brandishing a large weapon.

"But—" Hamir's sprint was too fast, and Menisdo didn't have enough time to pull away again, and instead of retreating, he stepped in a lunge followed by a shot.

"Gone!" exclaimed one of the Dragonwing Knights. The Grand Master's attack was steady and swift, like a dragon going out to sea, but this shot hit nothing.

"Stagger the opponent's central line and attack from the flanks. Henry sighed from the side.

"It's the basics of the basics. ”

"Click!!" The spear, which had been hastily raised to the side, was slashed in two by the swing of the greatsword and the lunge, and the vibration of the hardwood pole caused the entire blade of Montanti in Hamir's hand to tremble. Menisdo hurriedly took several steps backwards in quick succession, and his footwork was out of order, and he almost didn't fall, but although his movements were ugly, he widened the distance between him and Hamir.

"Tsk-" The spear that had been cut off was much shorter, and Menicedo threw the severed one to the ground. Then he grabbed the rest of the spear.

Took a deep breath.

"Coward....." he exhaled, then gritted his teeth.

"Assi—" Concerns were put behind him.

After becoming the Grand Master, all kinds of problems that need to be paid attention to all the time, and the habit of thinking twice before acting, are all left behind.

Armored knights shouldn't be so conservative in their way of fighting.

He rushed forward, the spear in his hand moving nimbly and taking advantage of the lighter advantage to stab one after another, forcing Hamir to withdraw his greatsword after various blocks. He released his spear in a split second and slapped his breastplate hard.

"Bang!!" The dragon feather that had not been used when leading his subordinates to charge released his magic power in an instant, and then Menisdo rushed up and picked up Hamir with his cuirass against his sword and the man.

"This guy—"

"Boom, ahh

"When—" The greatsword slammed against the breastplate with a clear sound. "Whoa—" Haymir felt a pang of pain in his internal organs, but the mercenary's habit of crawling and rolling made him immediately pull out his dagger from behind and stab it at Menisdor's bare neck.

"When—bang—boom—" The Grand Master threw his right arm directly and slammed the mercenary's dagger into the air with his armour, and then smashed the mercenary's face door directly with his hand wearing the armor, but he dodged it.

"Rub—" Hamir gripped the hilt with both hands upright, and then turned the entire greatsword. "Assi—" He was pushed forward by the greatsword that Menisdo had pressed beneath him, and the sharp blade sliced through the inside of the thigh plate of the Grand Master's leather-protected cavalryman, and the blood began to surge, and Haymir kicked him in the abdomen.

"Bang-" Menisdo fell to the ground, and he used his strength to roll on the ground and pull away again. "Ahem-ahem-" Caught in the charge accelerated by the wind magic, he still felt some internal injuries even through his armor and plate armor. After pulling the distance, Hamir stood up on Montanti, and Menisto on the other side tried to stand up, but suddenly felt a weakness on the inside of his injured right leg.

His face was pale, and he almost fell to the ground before he could stand still.

"Has the artery been severed!, Your Excellency the Commander!" Sieg, who had always been ready to move, finally couldn't help but rush up and hold on.

"What do you want to do!" The great swordsmen reacted immediately, and they all raised their big swords to close the distance, and the dragonwing knights on the side raised their spears accordingly when they saw this.

"What the Raman coward taught was indeed a virtue, and he actually interfered in a duel. "What do you say, if you want to die, you can die together!" the curses came and went, and the gasping Haymir regained his grip on the sword. After examining the wound and finding that it was deep but not injuring the artery, Menisto simply bandaged it with a cloth and got back up.

"Quiet—"

"Let's all go back. ”

"The battle isn't over yet. The Grand Master, who was covered in cold sweat and pale, limped as he drew his saber from his waist with a "bang," and pointed at Hamir on the other side.

"But—" "Your Excellency, Commander—" "You hypocrites!" the noise rang out in the field. Mira noticed the corners of Henry's eyes twitching one after another, and then took a step forward.

"Ahhhh The sage shook his head, deliberately speaking out loud in Lamanite they could understand.

"What the hell is this, you idiots, Halloween is a special holiday, some kind of monkey show?" he was snarky, and didn't show them any affection.

Everyone fell silent and looked back.

"What the are you mercenary!" Sigurt turned his head with a furious face.

"Mercenary?" Hamir frowned, taking a few steps forward and peering through the crowd. After the Dragonwing Knights rushed up to protect their Grand Master, they were able to see what was behind.

"Isn't this a monkey show?"

"The two of them pretended to have a Rausch duel. Both sides claim to be defending the queen and defending Suomir, but who has asked your noble majesty for advice?" the sage glanced at the queen out of the corner of her eye, she had been a little sluggish because of the accident, and when she heard this, she cast a gaze at Henry.

"Ritualized artificiality. ”

"What can this duel distribute, and what will it prove?"

"If that Grand Master of the Dragon Wing over there dies, these people will retreat very well?"

"Probably not. ”

"Of course, what's so polite to these guys, of course we have to avenge the regimental commander!" they roared loudly, proud.

"What the are you talking about honor!" the answer made the Great Swordsmen look indignant.

"So. ”

"You idiots really can't stand it. The sage sighed again.

At this time, Haimir recognized him as the mercenary he had met in Polusaro that day, and he frowned and said, "It may seem so to you, but I would like to ask, what qualifications do you, a mercenary, have to ask about the affairs between us Suomir?"

"You are but a lackey of the Lamanites, even worse than these men. Hamir walked towards this side with his great sword in hand, and the Dragonwing Knights had no intention of protecting Henry because of the offense of his words.

They moved out of the way, allowing the great swordsman with a ponytail to walk in front of the sage.

"Qualification. Mira looked at Henry, and Galeva looked at Henry.

The queen and princess, as well as the archbishop Roman, all looked at Henry.

Then there were the people of the Dragonwing Knights, and the Great Swordsmen.

"Qualification. The sage lifted his coat.

Haimir's eyes widened for a moment.

"Oh my God—" Archbishop Roman covered his mouth.

"This. ”

"Is that enough—" The sage turned his head and looked directly at him with those calm, gray-blue eyes.

Kremer.

Unsheathed.