It's been almost a week since I ointed as the ander of the Bck Lion Knights.

  Right after the inauguration ceremony.

  Thanks to the handover materials prepared by the vice-captain, I was able thly uand the circumstances and causes of the Bck Lion Knights' downfall.

  Also, after diagnosing the current situation, I came to the heartbreaking clusion that the current Bck Lion Knights should never be called a knights' order, but rather a ragtag group.

  In any case, I was assigo be the ander of this pce acc to the imperial court's judgment, so rather than being dissatisfied, I decided to do my best in my duties.

  In fact, I never expected the unit I would and to be fwless from the beginning.

  'At least it's much better than it was then.'

  When the war was in full swing, all the anders above and below were assassinated ht, and when I came to my sehe unit was in shambles.

  At least, the Bck Lion Knights were fully anized without any vacies and could tinuously receive supplies thanks to their garrison located in the institutional area.

  Although there are many shortings at the moment, I think there is plenty of room for improvement.

  'In fact, there are better aspects to being a deissioned unit.'

  Above all, I thought that the pleasure of ging the unit to my liking by improving various problems one by one would be very special.

  As the first step, I first spped the corrupt administrator.

  'It's unfair! I just did what the previous aold me to do... '

  e to think of it, I think he must have been talking to me a lht before he was taken away by the iors.

  The Imperial Justice Department must have listeo all the excuses he wao make to me. He must be sitting quietly in the iron bars by now, having fully resolved his grievances.

  'Ahahaha!'

  In fact, the only thing I clearly remember now is the clear and refreshing ughter of the Vice-Chief as he watched the former administrator being dragged away.

  It was really o see him ughing shtly.

  The fact that my subordinate, who I iably enter often, is a capable beauty is having a very positive effey job satisfa.

  The new administrator hasn't even arrived yet, but I haven't had any problems with my paperwork so far. It's all thanks to Vice-Chief Agnes.

  Her presence was the most pleasing element of the Bck Lion Knights to me. At least so far.

  I had already tried to introduce her to a tailor for her health and work efficy, but if she tio work satisfactorily like she did, I thought I could give her a bigger gift.

  A capable subordinate o be treated acc to his abilities.

  And, the sed step is now steadily moving forward.

  "The's begin. First, let's show courtesy to each other."

  The tral training ground where all of the knights' troops were gathered without exception.

  In the middle of it, two knights, fully armed with real swords, were gring at each other.

  "Raoul, captain of the 300th decree."

  "Pascal, captain of the 200th decree."

  In this poublic duel, which has gradually bee a unique culture of the Bck Lion Knights and ahat s up the day's work, is about to unfold.

  The eyes of the members were sparkling brightly, as befitting a fight that is sidered one of the most iing spectacles in the history of mankind, along with watg fire and watg water.

  "Raoul! Win!"

  "Pascal, captain! Just trample on him!"

  Even among his subordihere was a certain hot heat that made it hard to believe that they were the same guys who had shown their dull eyes like rotten fish during the inauguration ceremony.

  … Surely there wasn't some kind of dirty trick like a gambling table going on?

  Something feels a bit suspicious. I'll have to iigate this separately ter.

  "I'll t backwards from now on. Three, two…"

  Well, if you think about it, it makes sehat everyone would do that. There was a reason why today's duel would be even more exg than usual.

  It wasn't a duel between ordinary knights, but a showdowween anders. And it was a showdowween a ten-man captain and a hundred-man captain.

  It was enough to make the blood of the young, eic warriors boil. I, too, was looking forward to seeing where this fight would go.

  "One!"

  —Paat!

  With the sound of cutting wind, the brown-haired captain, Raoul's new form, rushed towards the nervous-looking captain, Pascal.

  The distaweewo verged to 0 in an instant, as if both were superhumans. Raoul's sword strike was thrust towards Pascal's in an instant. It was a movement without any unnecessary details.

  'Captain Raoul. He's quite useful.'

  However, the oppo, as expected of a captain, did not give in easily. Pascal, who kept his eyes on the oppo's movements until the end, twisted his body with minimal movement to avoid the stab.

  'Pascal's side is not bad either. Well, it's natural for a captain of a hundred.'

  Iably, the gap right after the attack is rge.

  That's why Pascal immediately grabbed Raoul's right arm that was stretched out into the air and tried to break it. However, Raoul showed an irregur movement as if he had anticipated it in advance.

  —Hwaak!

  Raul, who was about to be caught, crouched even further. It was an attempt to break down his oppo's movements iurn. It seemed like he was going to start a close-quarters fight or a joint-type fight.

  A method that had absolutely no foundation. However, it was bold and threatening.

  In a fight between superhumans who could use unusual movements, it seemed that he instinctively knew how to shake his oppo's psychology to gain the upper hand.

  Pascal, who had a flustered expression, quickly did a backflip and gained dista was a situation where he had no choice since he didn't know what his oppo would do.

  "Whaaaaaaa!" "Raul! Raul! Raul!"

  As the sparring reached a lull, the members' cheers that seemed to pierce the heavens rang out.

  However, he had no iion of restraining himself. In the first pce, it ce that was iionally created to ily improve his skills by watg his colleagues' sparring, and to relieve his fatigue and frustration from work.

  At that moment, a quiet woman's voice was heard talking to him from the seat o the head of the table.

  "… Raoul, the captain of the 10th, will win."

  It was the vice-captain. She was watg this fight with such excitement that it made you wonder if she was the person who had been worried that the atmosphere of the sparring would get too heated and an act would happen.

  It was really cute how she pretended not to care and e properly.

  "Why do you think that, vice-captain?"

  "Pascal, the captain of the 10th, has already falleo the oppo's psychological warfare. Also, to respond to su unventional method, you o have an overwhelming advantage, whether it be strength or speed, but Pascal does not have that."

  "That analysis makes sense."

  "This situation is just a sparring, after all."

  The vice-captain crossed his arms and began to focus on the sparring after leaving a meaningful ent.

  But because she crossed her arms, her already bulky uniform top stood out especially, and I had to strictly trol my gaze that kept turning in a rude dire due to my manly instinct.

  The more I looked at her, the more I saw that she was a body that would cause a lot of trouble in the Knights Tempr, where men were much more important. It was a serious problem that it affected not only myself but also others.

  "Tch, is this not enough? It's definitely in that book..."

  But for some reason, she seemed to be clig her tongue i, but I decided not to give it any meaning and to focus on the ongoing sparring.

  Sineither of us allowed any distaween us, Raoul's mouth eventually opened first.

  "Hey, this is something that even a turion would do. I don't think it'll work ime."

  "...Huh. Of course. You should fix that undignified fighting style."

  When I heard that, I couldn't help but snicker. Didn't they just burst out in praise?

  When you say things like "ugly", "undignified", or "fighting together" when fighting, it means praising the other person's outstanding skills.

  In the end, when Pascal, feeling suffocated by the proloandoff, deliberately shoening. Raoul, as if he wasn't going to hesitate, tried to attack again with a simir structure as before.

  —Chae-Ang!

  This time, Pascal responded more appropriately. The sound of g swords.

  Stabbing. Blog. Swinging. Sshing. In an instant, sharp sword strikes exged betweewo knights. Pascal clearly had the upper hand in swordsmanship.

  Raoul, who seemed to be losing in swordsmanship, seemed to be slowly giving the initiative to his oppo.

  Raoul's posture was colpsing. Pascal, who was trying to quickly finish off the oint that was clearly visible to everyone.

  —Kwak!

  "…Gotcha!" "What?!"

  Raoul, still holding the bde embedded in his shoulder, tried to kick Pascal's groin, whose movements were restricted due to his spread legs.

  Feeling a serious threat from that merciless attack, Pascal fot that they were in the middle of a duel and tried to raise an aura to cut off his oppo's arm.

  "Stop."

  I quickly intervened betweewo and stopped the duel.

  "Tch!" "You crazy bastard!"

  The atmosphere betweewo was as tense as sparks, but I really liked the current situation.

  It was because both of them showed more than expected. Fighting spirit was one of the virtues of a good warrior.

  However, as a ander, I couldn't help but warn Raoul.

  "The duel is a draw. And, Raoul, Captain of the Ten."

  "...Yes, ander."

  "I will not punish you today sihis is the first time I have seen yhting style. However, if you cause or try to cause trouble during the sparring, I will not let it go. Do you uand?"

  He deliberately let off some steam to pressure them. Such crazy people o be dealt with a little roughly.

  "Ah, I uand!"

  "Pascal, you worked hard too. It was a very impressive battle."

  "Thank you, ander!"

  That's how it seemed like the duel would end awkwardly without a winner or loser at first gnce.

  In the end, it was decided who would be ughing.

  "Kuhahaha! Did you see it? Did everyo?"

  "Damn!"

  The trast between Raoul, who was holding his shoulder with a hole in it and bleeding, and Pascal, who had no wounds but was frowning, was striking.

  A duel between a ten-man captain and a hundred-man captain.

  Even though the absolute variable, Aura, is limited, sidering various factors such as experiend swordsmanship, it was a fight where the hundred-man captain had to dominate.

  However, Pascal failed to overwhelm Raoul and instead kept getting dragged around by his oppo's tricks, and in the end, he almost had his balls burst.

  If it had been a real fight, of course, Raoul would have been torn apart by Pascal's Aura in an instant without being able to use his strengths.

  Paradoxically, Raul had the upper hand in terms of skill as a life-or-death fighter.

  If both could handle Aura, Raul would have won.

  I don't know why someone who would have made a name for himself as a merary joihe Knights, but he was definitely worth watg.

  He was a rough diamond, but if he could somehow polish it, he could be reborn as a great jewel.

  Pascal was also pretty good.

  I thought he was a scker because he couldn't hold his momentum during the inauguration ceremony, but if he could just improve his overly orthodox appearance, I thought he could tio be a turion.

  'There's a lot to harvest.'

  Most of the on knights are not even the basics, so watg them spar was frustrating.

  However, it was iing to have the anders fight each other, and I've already discovered two useful talents.

  In that case, it would be better to reend the dire of public duels to ence petitioween anders as much as possible, just like now.

  After all, duels between ordinary knights are included in work hours anyway.

  Of course, if a special ordinary knight appears to challehe ander, I will gdly accept the public duel application.

  It seemed like they had found the perfect way to instill tension in the anders who tend to bee x.

  'It was a satisfying day. I'm starting to feel affe for the Bck Lion Knights.'

  That's how I felt satisfied in many ways when I returo the mansion after work.

  "Master. What oh did you do outside…?"

  The old butler, who was usually so blunt that it made you wonder if he had ions, was sweating and trailing off.

  Sensing that something unusual had happened, I quietly followed the butler to the reception room.

  Then, the man who was staring bnkly at the empty box of cookies and teacups and the two knights standing motionless oher side of him simultaneously turheir heads toward me.

  The knights' skills were each at least that of a turion. Furthermore, the three of them were wearing uniforms embroidered with pure gold thread, and it was clear…

  "ander of the Bck Lion Knights, Wolfgang von Schwarz, receive the imperial letter."

  I quickly k on one knee and saluted the herald holding the imperial seal betweewo imperial guardsmen surrounding me oher side.

  "Eternal glory to the imperial family! Eternal loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor!"

  I then held out both hands and waited, and soon a paper envelope that was light and soft enough to be excessive y palm.

  "With this, the will of the royal family has been veyed. As a subject, you must serve with honor."

  After the burdensome procedure that felt new every time was over, the guests from the royal family left without looking back.

  'A message from the royal family, what oh is going on...'

  The war is already over. Could it be that the remnants of the northern barbarians are stirring up trouble again?

  —Gulp

  I tore off the seal with tension and immediately rolled my eyes to check the subjed sender.

  Right after that, I personally experiehe mysterious fact that letters make people dizzy.

  [Notice of Visit and Iion of the Bck Lion Knights]

  [Princess, Alicia von Diana Soris]

  "Ah."

  Fucked.