The princess and I were clearly far apart, but as I read the felt like we were having a versatiht before my eyes.

  When was the st time I exged letters with someone privately outside of work?

  Most of the notes were obviously small and ordinary things like light greetings or stories about the weather.

  For some reason, my heart felt a little tingly as I looked at them.

  That's how I almost finished reading the note.

  Since 'Liz' couldn't make me e and go with letters every time, I noticed that she would use special means to tact me from now on.

  Of course, it didn't really matter what method she used, but shouldn't she at least tell me what it was in advance?

  "Special means?"

  I muttered that absentmindedly because it even said that I could look forward to it, and Lady Elizabeth, who was standing in front of me, nodded as if she uood.

  "Ah. That probably means sending the princess' pet, a white eagle owl. Its name is 'Snow.' It's a very smart guy."

  "Indeed."

  Seeing the knight with the most blunt expression emphasize that it was smart, I was definitely a little excited.

  Pigeons are widely used as postmen anywhere in the empire, but this is the first time I've heard of a bird of prey delivering a letter. It must have undergone special training.

  [I'll give you a shrace period because your schedule is busy for the time being, but you should be ready to e running whenever I call. For daring to fuse the heart of the princess of the empire. It's still a long way from being fiven.]

  "Haha…"

  The note, which acked with quite a lot of tent for its small size, ended with a cute threat that now felt a little affeate.

  I wonder if this is how you feel when you receive a love letter that you've only heard about. Although the princess and I weren't in that kind of retionship yet, it definitely felt that way.

  I was also very happy about the honor that was beyond my means. But at the same time, I felt a little bitter.

  If only the princess's behavior in front of me was half as normal as the note I just sent.

  "Have you read it all? You keep the note for yourself, or you dispose of it for security reasons. If you don't , please give it to me. The main office will definitely dispose of it."

  "No, I'll keep it."

  I folded the note carefully a it in my bosom.

  If I think about it, it was the first personal letter I've ever received from a woman. It was a bit of a waste to throw it away.

  "…I uand. However, please be especially careful not to lose it. Even though it's an unofficial unication, you should treat it the same as a top secret dot."

  "Don't worry."

  Oher hand, I was a little relieved that this was the first step toward a normal retionship between a man and a woman.

  After all, it was too te to avoid the princess approag me. I had to take responsibility as a man.

  Even though it was a family that had seo the battlefield as if they had thrown me away, I felt grateful for the first time that they had given me a bloodlihat was not so bad.

  I would endure tless insults, saying that I didn't know my pce. At least I wasn't someone who would be executed immediately just for hanging out with the princess.

  However, the difficulty of my life would bee very, very difficult from now on. It would be okay to think that I would have to fight a new war to overe the great gap in social status.

  Still, I just had to somehow resolve the princess's perverted sexual preferences. In fact, pared to that incredibly painful problem, the other obstacles were minor.

  If, really, the worst case sario.

  If rumors spread that the royal family's golden-leafed treasure, which had grown like a greenhouse flower, was actually a pervert, who would be held responsible?

  Who oh would think that they had corrupted the pure princess?

  Externally, it would be more likely that someone influenced her rather than the 'kind and pure' princess who indulged in her oleasures.

  And the most likely suspect who would turn all of that upside down is...

  —Creepy!

  'Of course.'

  It was so horrible that it made my hair stand on end just imagining it.

  I tried to erase the ominous thoughts from my mind as much as possible, and I spoke calmly to Lord Elizabeth, who was starting to look at me strangely.

  "Excuse me, I have something to think about. The's get back to business. What kind of experiences do you wao teach you?"

  "Oh. That's..."

  I started seriously coordinating Yeon-su's training schedule aails with Lord Elizabeth.

  But as we talked, I thought that it would be a waste to just leave the royal guards who had already been dispatched to receive training.

  "Sir Elizabeth. Of course, actual bat experience is important, but in terms of attitude and ability as a knight, isn't there no p the Empire that match the Imperial Guard?"

  He spoke as if he had some kind of purpose and wao give a little bit of space, but the knight in front of him simply nodded his head nontly.

  "Yes. As individuals, this is where the best are gathered."

  He seemed to accept the simple fact.

  His appearance was nant, but rather proud of being a true elite.

  "Then, could you teach my subordinates a little? It doesn't matter how. Whether it's a lecture or a sparring match."

  "Hmm. We came here to learn actual bat experience from you, aeag the Bck Lion Knights is not part of the instrus..."

  Sir Elizabeth, who was a ander from the Imperial Guard that boasted strict discipline, began to think for a while with a stiff look.

  "I think that's fine. If our efforts make other knights better, it will lead to an increase in the defense power of the entire empire."

  In the end, a positive answer was heard.

  To be ho, I thought it was a bit too much to ask of a mere captain of ten, but it seemed that he could exercise that much discretion as the ander of the dispatched unit.

  "Thank you. That is truly an excellent judgment."

  "However, the knowledge that be passed on is limited. Please keep that in mind."

  Even though Elizabeth was only a captain of ten, she had the refined spirit to pete with the 1st Hundred Captains of the Bck Lion Knights.

  The subordinates under her and that I saw earlier also looked so excellent that it was hard to believe that they were all ordinary knights.

  If they were to receive direct teags and influences from them, it would be a imulus for the Bck Lion Knights who were clumsy in many ways.

  It was truly a great harvest.

  A week had already passed since I received a note from the princess.

  In the meantime, she and I had exged two letters, and now I was a little used to the white owls that suddenly flew into my window in the middle of the night.

  In the first letter we exged, I received a reply that was full of pints about my writing being so stiff as if it were a report. Iter I received yesterday, I received a minor pint about my sentenot being fluent.

  Also, I had to rack my brain to write a reply that would satisfy the princess who always sent me loers.

  But I didn't hate it or find it annoying.

  Of course, it would have been nice if our secret correspondence had only flowed in such a romantid wholesome dire.

  'Please, princess…'

  The problem was that almost half of the letters were filled with lewd and vulgar tent that was as if I was being raped in writing, and I was afraid to even describe it.

  Even the most polite sentences were like this.

  'Whenever I think of a scar on your face, my chest trembles. Even as I write this letter, my lower body feels wet...'

  ...Is that really a sentehat I use in my right mind? I didn't even want to know the meaning of the mysterious word 'kung-bang'.

  On top of that, the descriptions were so unnecessarily vivid that my mental pain doubled.

  Even though I had already early asked her to restrain herself once, she didn't listen at all, so my head hurt.

  'It's gotten worse...'

  At this point, I was truly afraid of the moment when I would meet her in person.

  This is how it is with just a few lines of text. What would happen if I met her face to face?

  I never dreamed that the princess of the empire would be such a foolish person until I met her in person.

  "Sob!"

  I worked my body harder than usual in the personal trainier, desperately trying to purify my polluted mind.

  Now, I have newly included physical training time in the official schedule by exerg my authority as the Knight ander.

  This is the result of gradually redug the unnecessary mana training time aal education time. The existing schedule was so ineffit.

  Of course, mana training is important, but if it exceeds a certain amount of time, it is just time to sit still and be zy.

  Mental education? Why oh would knights who have already proven their loyalty by being appointed need such things?

  Rather than making them waste time following the schedule in the old textbook that has not been ged for decades, it would be better to boldly revise it.

  The Master said. Strength aal power are important for knights.

  Also, isn't it said that pure mana is bound to reside in a strong body? Even for superhumans, sistent physical training was essential.

  Of course, there were voices of distent at the sudden ge, but when I told them that I had survived like this otlefield, everyone became quiet.

  With the harmonious versation ing from the tral training grounds in the distance, I worked hard to train my body, so where could a day be more fulfilling than this?

  "Stand up straight, Lord Hassan! What oh is that posture! How oh did you get appointed when your movements are like that?"

  "Ouch! I will correct it!"

  "Is that all you say?!"

  "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

  Also, the awkwardness between the imperial guardsmen who had been dispatched and the Bck Lion Knights seemed to have disappeared a lot, so I felt a sense of satisfa.

  It was when I was having such a peaceful afternoon.

  "Captain!"

  A familiar voice called out to me from outside the training grounds.

  I opehe dht away because it sounded sent, and the vice-captain appeared in front of me, drenched i, wearing a tight training uniform.

  Her bare skin was visible here and there through the half-transparent fabric that was soaked through.

  The impressive valley created by a pair e peaks that could not be hiddee being pressed down by the tight training underwear, and the firm abs with the number 11 carved into them were truly breathtaking…

  'No, this is not it.'

  I had to do my best not to be scious of the incredibly provocative sight and the vice-captain's fragrant body odor that iably wafted out.

  e to think of it, I had also taken off my top, saze was also lingering on my upper body, trembling incessantly, creating aremely embarrassing situation for both of us.

  It's not that he's weak, but he has so many scars that it must be unfortable to look at. I felt sorry for the vice-captain for no reason.

  —Gulp!

  Also, the vice-captain's throat must have been dry from rushing here, so I could hear him swallowing his saliva.

  That wasn't the important part.

  "What's going on, vice-captain?"

  "Ssup… Ah! This is a big deal. We just received an urgent request for support from the 2nd Huh Regiment that had just been dispatched to Bartok Territory."

  Instead of the eagerly awaited mission pletio, a request for support. And it was urgent.

  It seemed like something was going wrong, but it was going wrong for a long time.