"Cheok, Keheok…"

  He didn't eve properly when someone grabbed his balls right in front of him.

  I don't even think it's funny. Instead, I'm filled with anger.

  "Say it again." "Keukhak…! This, this crazy guy…!"

  This trash was one of those who stood there with the will to suppress him openly until the end.

  He was definitely not a erson.

  That's why he's even more disgusting.

  A soldier, a knight, and a leader who stood in front of others.

  The enemy who was clearly hostile to him right in front of him didn't fall down and was still standing.

  He gave up his neck, one of the most obvious oints, so easily?

  That 't happen. It shouldn't happen.

  "Let go, let go…! You're doing something irreversible right now…!" "You're the one who's irreparably broken."

  The leader is responsible for the morale of the entire group.

  If the leader falls, the entire group he was leading will fall. The probability of the battle ending i increases expoially.

  That's why you should never show weakness in front of others. You should never fall first.

  If a desperate situation arises where you 't retreat, you should fight until the end, and if that doesn't work, you should just die. So that at least one more of your subordinates survive.

  That's what a leader is supposed to do.

  —Gwaaak!

  "S-save me...! That, that's right! You won. Is that enough? So just leave me alone...!"

  But what is this guy doing right now?

  How careless has he been, how long has he lived with a rusted and dull bde, that he's barely begging for his life like this?

  This kind of person is not qualified to take responsibility for someone else's life.

  Also, this ugly and ugly author should not be givele of former ander of the knights who stepped down with honor.

  Evele of loser is excessive. Literally trash.

  Trash should roll around on the ground like trash.

  I threw his greasy body towards the bottom of the stage.

  —Cheol-pudeok!

  "Kuha! Euheu… Gulp, Gulp!"

  He was in front of the subordinates he had been anding.

  He must have felt such a great insult that he wao challehem to a duel to the death.

  However, I doubt the author has the ce and guts to do so.

  "Pietro de Medici. You challenge me to a duel, or you pn a dirty revenge py using the power of a promi family."

  "Uh, crazy bastard… What oh are you believing in to do such a thing?"

  Of course, there was a er of him that believed.

  Among the spoils of war and the rewards he received for his loyalty to the imperial family, there were many things that could easily be covered up by such trivial disputes.

  However, that piece of trash didn't o know that.

  "Do I really have to believe something?"

  When I said that with an expression that seemed like I couldn't uand what he was saying, his head, which had been held up stiffly until the end, pletely fell dowe rolling on the ground.

  Meanwhile, no one paid any attention to the back of his ugly predecessor, who had started to run away without even a pque or something, leaving behind a heap of apology letters.

  At this very moment.

  While I was struggling with him, the eyes of the Bck Lion Knights who had e to their senses were focused solely on me.

  My predecessor left behind only an ugly appearance, but at least he had burned his st moments and id a solid foundation for his successor to properly lead the unit.

  In silence, I faced my subordinates.

  Fear and awe. An expression as if looking at an inprehensible being.

  A torrent of other emotions were surging through me, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

  But ohing must have been deeply engraved in my subordinates' minds.

  The clear fact that I, standing before them, was their new leader.

  Agnes von Ihelm.

  She sat down at her desk in her office to carry out her first mission as the new Grand Master of the Knights.

  She had been suffering from an unfamiliar phenomenon that had started immediately after the stormy inauguration ceremony.

  'My head feels hot. Why oh is my heart beating so fast?'

  At first g seemed simir to the symptoms just before the unpleasant moment that came every month.

  However, there was still a long way to go until that day.

  "Whew..."

  In the end, she couldn't trate, so she suddenly stood up and looked at the piled up dots. A thought suddenly occurred to her.

  'Why am I still trying to do this alone?'

  That's right.

  The role of the vice-president was to review the pleted dots, not to write them from beginning to end.

  She had bee overly aced to the abnormal division of bor, but there was someone else who was inally supposed to take on that task.

  —Bam!

  The sound of the wooden door that had been firmly locked shattering.

  Agormed into the administrative office, her blue ponytail flying wildly.

  "Administrator!" "Who, who... Huh, Vice-president?"

  Leaving behind the ridiculous sight of a startled monkey, she narrowed her eyes and stared at the administrative officer's and tidy desk.

  It was a stark trast to the messy desk in the vice-president's office.

  'How fortable have you been all this time?'

  Agnes clicked her tohere was no reason to leave it like that anymore.

  It was finally time for the Knights' administrative system, which had been going backwards, to find its pce.

  "This is a form for requesting disciplinary a for 550 people. It is the order of the new Knight ander, so please carry it out as quickly as possible."

  —Thud!

  The numerous dots in Agnes' arms were thrown onto the administrator's desk with a heavy sound and a cloud of dust.

  "Do you uand?"

  A few fluttering sheets of paper passed helplessly over her thin hair.

  The administrator looked like an octopus fag a fishhook, staring bnkly at the mountain of dots.

  That truly ridiculous sight was captured in Agnes's light-colored eyes.

  "Phew!"

  Immediately afterwards, Agnes unsciously smiled for the first time in a long time and tried to leave without looking back.

  The urgent voice of the administrator was heard from behind her, grabbing her.

  "Vice-Chief! Isn't this too sudden! If the director knows about this fact…"

  "Director, who are you talking about?" "Of course, Pietro de Medici. Ah...!"

  The administrator's voice, full of pints and protests, suddenly cut off, and his expression gradually turned into despair.

  The administrator was zy and inpetent, but far from dull, he was a quick-witted person. It was only natural. If his mind had been slow, he would not have bee an administrator in the first pce.

  "You've ged now?"

  Seeing the vice-chairman, who had been nothing more than a showpiece, suddenly ag like that, something must have happe the inauguration ceremony or he must have shown the new director well in advance.

  The administrator, who had looked up at the vice-president's face, who was snickering at him, quickly picked up his pen.

  Agnes felt relieved when she saw him.

  'Yoing to be repced soon anyway, so just work hard until you're about to get fired.'

  Agnes returo her office with lighter steps than ever before.

  She began to enjoy the awkward leisure she had regained after years.

  Of course, she wasn't just pying around. Uhers who equated leisure with not doing any work.

  On her desk were the handover dots that she was going to review for the new president.

  'I have to visit the president soon. Until then…'

  —Tingle!

  "Ah… Haa… Why are you like this?"

  It was starting again. This time, her head was burning hot aomach was starting to groan. It felt like that day had already arrived.

  The strange phenomenon that started from the inauguration ceremony earlier, no… after seeing that figure.

  When the new leader of the Bck Lions showed his spirit to the whole world.

  'He is truly an admirable person. It's as if he was born to stand above others.'

  Amidst the panicked appearance of his subordinates and the pressure that was squeezing his entire body, the only thing that caught Agnes' eyes was his back.

  Wolfgang von Schwarz. The 14th ander of the Bck Lion Knights.

  A man who seemed capable of defeating the whole world even if he fought alone.

  As a knight, how could I not feel awe when I saw such a person in front of me?

  My heart raced with respect that welled up from the depths of my heart, and my face blushed in shame at my own weakness.

  At the same time, a strahought occurred to me.

  How terrible and great must the war have been that ended in a half-victory despite the participation of such a person? I realized how narrow the world was, so I was crushed by the new leader. Agnes once again swallowed the words,

  "Huh ..."

  Overwhelming ination of the knight. "Master, Master Wolfgang… the one I will serve from now on."

  Agnes' expression became increasingly hazy as she recalled the name of the new Master.

  Her memory was already going back to the moment when she first met the Master before the inauguration ceremony.

  'You are a great knight.'

  "Haa…"

  When the Master aowledged her. It certainly felt great, needless to say.

  But now. The meaning of the Master's words was being even more special in Agnes' mind.

  The mahought was just a little bigger and more extraordinary than others.

  As soon as he was neointed, he proved his ability by pletely trolling the Bck Lion Knights.

  In addition, when the current captain grabbed the neck of the previous captain, who was so ugly, and threw his fat body to the training ground floor.

  How strong and refreshing was the wave of joy that swept over her?

  In terms of time alo had not even been half a day sihey had met.

  However, the existence of the new knight captain was already deeply engraved in Agnes' heart.

  'Again, I want to be praised by the captain once again.'

  The captain's low and thick voice tickled her whole body. The meaning nition tained in it.

  Even she herself did not know the exact reason, but Agnes found herself craving the captain's praise.

  "Hot!"

  Agnes, who had been lost in a sea of unsciousness with her hazy eyes for a while,

  was able to e to her senses only after experieng the extremely embarrassis of her body that had been losing trol for a while.

  —Slimy

  Because she felt a clear sense of ingruity in her lower body.

  She quickly ran to the bathroom to check, and at some point her underwear had bee soaked with a transparent, sticky liquid.

  "hen oh did this happen…"

  At first g didn't look like it had beeed in a short period of time.

  It wasn't just my imagination that I kept feeling like it was that day.

  When she was young, she had been swinging her sword so much that she didn't even pay attention to men.

  After puberty, she had uionally developed a striking appearand cumbersomely rge breasts, and had suffered from tless men approag her.

  However, fnes, who was suffering from overwork, love was a story from a distant nd.

  To her shame, she had never had a siionship before she was over twenty.

  But even so, she had received basic sex education, so she knew everything.

  Feeling terribly ashamed and guilty, Agnes banged her head against the bathroom wall and roughly grabbed her hair.

  "Maybe I'm a pervert?"

  She thought she knew who had caused this, but Agnes desperately wao dey.

  Falling in love at first sight with a new boss, a man she had just met, was a beautiful story that could appear in a sweet romaory.

  Being horny in an instant and soaking her lower body was a story that went beyond strange and was extremely vulgar.

  "No, I'm not a pervert…"

  Meanwhile, the image of the captain's scarred face muttering with disgust was ing to mind in Agnes's head.

  'The vice-captain ervert, how disappointing.'

  "Gyaaaaah!"

  An ued scream echoed through the vice-captain's office of the Bck Lion Knights.