The knights lined up in front of me. In other words, the ones who would be my subordinates iure, I sighed as I looked at their appearance.

  It was a total mess.

  'Where, there are one or two who look useful... '

  The few who looked det were a few, and I could t them on one hand, and the rest were all below par.

  In fact, aside from the det supply ditions implied by the det uniforms and the fb around the waists of most of the soldiers, it seemed better to just pick up the stragglers from the front lines and use them.

  At least feed them, ge their clothes, and give them some det sergeant's uniforms, and they'll go out and fight for their lives. I'm talking about ordinary soldiers, not knights.

  No matter what, how you pare the fighting power of ordinary soldiers and superhuman knights?

  In a battlefield where means ahods are not always sidered, force is not always the absolute value.

  It may sound like nonsense, but there are facts that only be known through direct experience.

  In my opinion, if you 't handle Aura anyway, it's much better to be a normal person who listens well and is quick-witted than a half-superhuman with excellent physical abilities.

  Of course, a knightly order prised of properly trained knights dispy a destructive fighting power that makes numbers meaningless, as is widely known…

  At least, it didn't seem like these guys could do that.

  "Everyone, salute the sun of the empire that looks down on all people!" "Eternal glory to the imperial family! Eternal loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor!"

  Look. There are hundreds of people, but that's all they say.

  On top of that, their eyes are all dim, and their mental state seems to be pletely shaky…

  I don't know how much effort it would take to somehow fix those guys.

  'e to think of it, where are they all doing? The survivors are probably doing well.'

  I know that paring the past and the present is the most foolish thing in the world.

  But I couldn't help but think of the fay former subordinates who had shared life ah with me otlefield.

  ", we will present a pque of appreciation to the frand Master of the Knights Pietro de Medici, who spared no 'hard work' for the Knights of the Bck Lion for the past three years."

  But why oh is the Vice-Grand Master dug this inauguration ceremony?

  Normally, an administrator would preside over su event. It seems like things are a bit plicated internally.

  Still, si was a meaningful inauguration ceremony, I tried to make it go as smoothly as possible, even if it was a little g.

  "You've worked very hard."

  "The price for all your hard work is this piece of stone. Is there something more?"

  "You are truly sistent until the very end."

  As things beore and more strange, my patience is slowly reag its limit.

  "Everyone! Salute the former Knight ander!" "Loyalty! May the grace of God be with your steps forward!"

  Not only the ordinary knights, but even the anders, the ten-man captains and hundred-man captains, are just sitting there, soullessly staggering like zombies or skeletons, shouting out a few words.

  From the event ma to the and of the personnel, and even the award ceremony, the small vice-captain is taking care of everything by himself.

  To be ho, this is the first time I've ever experienced such a stupid inauguration ceremony.

  I want to turn it all upside dht away, but the only reason I'm holding back is because the vice-captain gave me a pretty good first impression.

  How much did the previous ander mahe unit so badly that it ended up like this? Or is this how the rear is always run?

  Or is it because it's not a regur unit, but a knight order, so the rules and traditions are a little different?

  Of course, that's not true, but seeing them in such a chaotic state made me feel like all the on sense I've built up so far was being denied.

  Even though I hadn't done anything, the deep sense of exhaustion aihat had already begun to creep up on me suddenly brought to mind the princess's cold face.

  She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. In appearand body.

  'Don't ever fet what happeo me today.'

  … Well, I don't know her personality.

  Even after receiving such a brutal threat, I still wao see her again. Did I really bee obsessed with her without realizing it?

  Strangely enough, when I thought of the princess's face, my irritation seemed to subside a little.

  " up is the farewell speech of the 13th Grand Master of the Knights, Sir Pietro. Everyone, please be quiet and listen."

  It's finally here.

  I decided to listen to what my predecessor, whht the Knights to this state, was talking about.

  The Medici family, a very prestigious marquis family that es to mind just by hearing their name, is so inpetent.

  Was he just a brazen fool who ran wild uhe prote of his father?

  He's the type of person I personally detest the most. Of course, it could be my bias, but judging from his appeara didn't seem like that.

  He had a greasy face, a sly expression, and his clothes were also sloppy.

  I 't believe that someone like that was a ander. I could see why the Knights didn't run properly.

  "Ah, dear Bck Lions. The Knight ander I have spent a long time with you through thid thin…"

  However, his farewell speech itself was surprisingly normal.

  It wasn't particurly great or impressive, but it was an ordinary tent that I couldn't find fault with.

  To summarize briefly, it was a textbook speech.

  "The in line is the inaugural speech of the 14th Knight ander, Lord Wolfgang. Please give him a round of appuse!"

  —Cp cp cp cp!

  Appuse? It's just a needless burden. The predecessor's farewell speech just passed quietly.

  —Wink

  As expected, the Viander's face, blinking his left eye as he looked at me, was filled with anticipation.

  I wonder if he did that on purpose. I should warn him not to do that ime.

  Since I'm not very good at talking, I cleared my throat to finish as short and thick as possible.

  "Gentlemen, it's o meet you. My name is Wolfgang of the Schwarz ts."

  A ander must establish a certain level of authority in front of his subordinates. Otherwise, proper and is impossible.

  It's not too te to build rapport with his subordier, but now is the only ake a good first impression.

  Besides, sihey're all so x in their discipli wouldn't hurt to openly pressure them a bit to seize the initiative.

  "o talk at length, let's make it short."

  Sometimes, oion speaks louder than a hundred words.

  He pletely releases the momentum he's been holding back. Sihey're all knights, I believe they'll be able to ehis much.

  —Kuaaaaak! —Hee, Heeeeek! —Euuugh…

  'If you have power, you should think about using it. What are you going to do with it if you save it!'

  The Master clearly said that.

  If that were possible. Those who stand in front of others o show as overwhelming an appearance as possible.

  They say that if you properly trol your subordinates, you will have at least one less person dying when you go to battle.

  I am still just following in my master's footsteps. But now I at least imitate him.

  —Crack, crack…! —Grrrrrr…

  As I tio apply pressure, some of them started to pee, and some even passed out, foaming at the mouth.

  The ones who were still standihe former knight ander, who was staring at me with squinted eyes, sweating profusely, and the vice-captain, whose face was red from the pressure.

  And four captains of the ten, and only one captain of the hundred. Why are the lower-ranking anders holding up better?

  The ordinary knights were annihited. They are pathetic.

  The northern barbarian warriors were afraid of my momentum, but they tried to fight back.

  What use are knights who are so weak?

  Still, there is o harass my subordinates more than necessary, so this is enough. I slowly withdrew my momentum that I had been spreading out and shouted loudly.

  "Bck Lion Knights, all attention!" "Cheers, cue cue!"

  From those who were not pletely broken and could open their mouths, a voice that was inparably louder than before returned.

  Then, I finally began to like those guys a little.

  "I ask for your tinued support. Uhe and of this knight ahe Bck Lion Knights will be reborn in a new form. That is all."

  As I said before, I cluded my speech as briefly and cisely as possible.

  This was the end of the not-so-pleasant inauguration ceremony.

  From now on, I was the leader of this pce, so there was no need for any other events.

  I immediately called the vice-captain.

  "Vice-captain."

  "Yes, yes?!"

  I frow the strange ahat sourangely rexed. I thought the vice-captain was somehow useful. But it turns out he was barely holding on until now.

  Well, since we were standing on the podium together, he must have felt even more pressure. I uand that much.

  "Including the anders. Those who just peed themselves, those who colpsed, those who foamed at the mouth... There are too many. Anyway, I'll report the names of all the members who couldn't stand on their own two legs to the disciplinary ittee."

  "Um, all of them?"

  "Did you not uand what I said?"

  I approached the vice-captain, who was trembling with a red face, and whispered directly in her ear. She seemed to e to her senses only then.

  "No! I'll carry out your orders as soon as the inauguration ceremony is over!"

  "Good. I'm finally starting to like it."

  At my words, the vice-presideuro her seat on the right er of the stage and took a deep breath.

  The inauguration ceremony was over, but she seemed to think there was still somethi.

  I was going to tell her that she could go to wht away, but since she looked so unwell, I decided to leave her alone for the moment.

  First of all, the buttons on her jacket seemed like they would burst at any moment, perhaps because of her posture. Her uniform size seemed too small for her body type, so it seemed like it o be repaired.

  The blush on her face still hadn't gone away, and her ears were even red, so it seemed like there roblem with her blood circution.

  "Haa, haa… Heh…"

  Heavy breathing. Could it be a respiratory problem?

  As a knight whose physical strength is important, it couldn't be, and it must be because of the clothes that she's having trouble breathing.

  It would be difficult if her physical characteristiterfered with her mission.

  Since I also have an unusual body, I could easily guess her difficulties. I should introduce her to a tailor who takes on orders.

  In many ways, the vice-captain seemed to be the type of person who needed more attention than I thought.

  However, paying attention to subordinates is also a virtue of a superior. As long as she showed her ability in proportion to the attention I paid, it didn't matter.

  In addition, since I'm not very familiar with paperwork, I definitely needed a smart subordinate, so I had to get along with the vice-captain as best as I could from now on.

  Of course, there's no way someone who took on all the roles by themselves during the entire event could be stupid.

  "Haha…! You're quite the master. The Schwarz ts? How someone like you e from su insignifit family…"

  Meanwhile, the one who showed an ued side was her than the former captain.

  I thought he'd be the first to fall, but he held on until the end. But he didn't just grab the position of knight ander for nothing.

  Or maybe it's because of his Medici bloodline.

  But why are you suddenly pig a fight?

  "You're the one. I thought you were useless, but you seem to be doing the basics."

  I didn't io blush, so I tried to pay you back as politely as possible. It seems like they want to keep holding onto my tr and hanging on.

  "What, what! You, a scker who's a t who's just a bum, how dare you not know your pce!"

  Yeah. It's obvious what a piece of trash like that would say.

  When you 't speak, y up your status or family. That's something only people with nothing else to boast about do.

  "Aren't you the one who doesn't know the topic?" "T-this... su insult to me..."

  The sight of the trash blushing and shaking as he didn't bother to hide his rising displeasure.

  The sight of the vice-captain blushing is aesthetically pleasing. It's just disgusting when a dirty bastard blushes.

  Also, a bastard who doesn't even know whether he has the right to succeed or not, who isn't even the Marquis Medici himself, isn't worthy of me in the first pce.

  So this is the current situation.

  I'm not daring to talk back to that guy.

  That guy is daring to talk bae.

  "I will definitely file a formal pint at the family level! If that happens, your insignifit family will definitely be in a miserable state…"

  But the more I listen to it, the more disgusting it bees, and I 't listen to it anymore.

  "What did you just say?"

  I grabbed the talking trash's throat with one hand and lifted it high into the air.