Battle Race in Romance Fantasy

146 – When are you going to do it?

“I would like to take care of you again today.”

“Yes. I will leave it up to you. Captain.”

Director Priscilla and Old Man Neil face off again following yesterday.

It’s not because we couldn’t win, it’s because we want to compete with each other even a little bit more.

If it is not right here, right now, it will be difficult to bump into it again.

Head Priscilla inherited her grandfather from old Neil.

And old man Neil told Priscilla about the formidable enemy he fought in the past.

Feeling that each other respects and respects each other.

The more each person swings their sword, the deeper they fall into a trance.

The confrontation between the two has already gone beyond a simple fight or a battle.

Kyle seemed to understand why the people of Jon Nassen were so hung up on fighting.

What was reflected in the eyes was like a piece of art that transcended the limits of battle.

“Look, Father. The blue black air that forms over there.”

“Hmm.”

“That’s the only sword skill that Captain Priscilla pulls out.”

“I see. It is definitely different from the other 10 rivers. Interesting. Very interesting.”

A light flashes in the eyes of Baron John Nassen, who is fingering his chin.

Unlike the strongmen who use translucent sword skills, the blue sword skill is Priscilla’s exclusive patent.

It’s a completely different kind from the top 10 that I’ve been to John Nassen.

Is that so? Baron John Nassen’s eyes looking at Priscilla are unusual.

If given the chance, he seems to want to beat old Neil and play against Priscilla.

“Be patient, father. You did well yesterday too.”

“What exactly? All it takes is one punch.”

You erased the mountain with one swing of your fist.

The ogre, which evolved into a field boss of its own, was literally pulverized into atoms.

I didn’t know that the phrase “Bye bye” Would really exist.

What kind of fight did the empire fight against such a person?

No matter how well my father fought, it’s still a big deal.

Come to think of it that way, the Empire did not conquer the continent for nothing!

It was Kyle who showed respect for the empire and the emperor.

By the way, why are these people in romance fantasy?

If possible, I wanted to sit down with the writer and hear the reason.

What were you thinking when you created these ridiculous people?

‘Even in the Munchkin novel, wouldn’t it be Eva if someone said that he could get rid of an acid with one punch?’

Isn’t it? Or not. But this is a ropan.

How on earth did such a terrifying place come to be!

Kwaang!!-

With a roar, Priscilla flies into the air.

At first she thought she was shocked, but it wasn’t.

Spinning her air, she soon turned her body around once and landed effortlessly on her floor.

Contrary to her appearance, she didn’t seem to have suffered much damage.

“Mmm.”

On the contrary, old man Neil who sent Priscilla flying had a long sword scar on his forearm.

It’s not deep, but that’s enough to say it’s a proper effective hit.

Grandpa Neil’s skill is also great, but it’s proof that Priscilla has a very slight edge.

Seureung-.

Old man Neil, who had reaped the sword, slowly opened his mouth.

“You are amazing. Even if I sincerely go out, I think it will be similar to now.”

“I don’t know. If the old man is sincere, he may defeat me.”

“Heh heh. It could be, but I’m worried that if this old man does more, he’ll be at home.”

The ‘remedy’ that old Neil is talking about is, perhaps, when you grit your teeth and do your best.

It’s obvious what happens when Jon Nassen’s people go all out.

No matter how hard you try, this area will be turned upside down, broken, and that kind of thing will happen.

That shouldn’t be the case. At least in the current situation, I want to avoid it.

Still, people in the Empire feel uncomfortable with Jon Nassen.

In such a situation, if you make a fuss right next to the legion, another strange word will come out.

‘Jon Nassen, who ignores everything and ignores everything. Something like this.’

As long as rumors are going to spread, it’s good to have a little bit of good news.

Heroes rather than monsters, heroes rather than villains, etc.

If you have power, isn’t it better to be praised than feared?

“It was a good fight. Thank you Captain.”

“No. Rather, I am grateful. Thanks to you, I realized that my grandfather fought the greatest enemy, went through a thrilling battle, and even though he lost, he had no regrets but only peace.”

“I heard from the youngest boy. If I get a chance, I will go and meet the knight who fought with me.”

“If you do, I won’t ask for anything. Your grandfather will be delighted too.”

Shaking hands, Priscilla and old Neil smile.

Is this what a bond made of sweat and dust, blood and steel is?

“Are you done, Captain?”

“Yes, saintess. It’s done.”

At those words, the saintess rushed over and grabbed Neil’s arm.

The eyes of the saintess as she looked at her wounds were filled with her worries and concerns.

“Oops. Fine. It’s just a scratch.”

Old Neil waving his hand saying it’s nothing.

But where did she come from, she grabbed his arm tightly.

“Stay still. How is this a scratch? We will heal you right away.”

It seems that he developed an obsession with injuries while healing the seriously injured for the past few days.

Seeing her eyes wide open and healing her wounds is like seeing a skilled doctor.

‘Our saintess is going through a lot.’

You must have encountered severe wounds or a lot of blood while healing the seriously injured.

It is not unreasonable for women of that age to panic and run away.

However, the saintess does not show any signs of that, and she silently focuses only on her healing.

Charah!-

A halo of light seemed to spread once, but soon it became quiet.

“How are you?”

“You are amazing. Did you say that you are the saint of the church? Thank you.”

Old Man Neil, who swung his arm wide once, expressed his gratitude.

When I get a wound, I refrain from excessive exercise until it heals.

Thanks to that, I was able to exercise right away, so I should be thankful.

“Kyle. That woman….”

“You are the saint of the church. This time she volunteered for the slanderers on the Legion side. Come to think of it, I told you that there is a saintess too, right?”

“Is that so? Well. It seems you forgot.”

Isn’t it just that you weren’t interested, Dad?

I can see that you’re still impatient to play against Captain Priscilla.

“Brother Kyle.”

In the meantime, the saintess cautiously approaches Kyle. She

She Actually, she wanted to pretend to know her from a while ago, but she couldn’t come close to Baron John Nassen’s notice.

“You have worked hard, saintess. I heard from Captain Priscilla that all of her wounded were praising her saintess and she was very grateful for the grace.”

“That, that… ! I just did what I was supposed to do.”

A holy woman who mumbles with a voice the size of a mosquito, her face turning red.

Is it embarrassing that her wounded people are praising her?

Or is it embarrassing for Kyle to say that he is amazing after hearing the news?

“Look at my mind. Saintess! Say hello My father, Baron John Nassen.”

At Kyle’s words, the saintess ah! She does and she exclaims.

She then quickly turns her body to look at Baron John Nassen and bows her head.

“Nice to meet you, Baron John Nassen. I am Hildegard Dominican de Agatha Seraphim, who bears the shameful title of Saint in the Order.”

“… I am Baron Dagon John Nassen, saintess.”

Like other Jon Nassen, he is not authoritative or domineering just because he is strong.

Baron John Nassen introduced me in a soft voice, bowing his head just like the saintess.

But that’s all, it seemed that she didn’t pay much attention to her saintess anymore.

‘It’s worth knowing. I can understand why he’s like this.’

Because it’s not strong. Even at a glance, it’s so fragile.

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John Nassen, a world of strong self-esteem, is bound to be even more sensitive because he is the representative of that place.

At least because of Kyle’s face, and because he has the name of a saint.

Treat them with the utmost courtesy as you do now.

“Ah….”

I wonder if he felt a little uncomfortable with Baron John Nassen.

The saintess also looked flustered, not knowing what to do.

Maybe she did something wrong. Could she have done something disrespectful? Seems to think so.

‘I can’t.’

Kyle shook her head and decided to go a little further on her own.

“Actually, Father. The saintess here is really weak. She can’t even exercise. Look at this. Aren’t those slender arms likely to fly away in the wind?”

“Surely so.”

“Brother Carr Kyle!?”

Of course, Kyle, who had taken it as an ally, suddenly opened friendly fire and was surprised.

The saintess was even more flustered, and her eyes looked like ‘Why are you doing this to me!’

I feel like I’m about to burst into sad tears right now.

“But, Father. Even so, the saintess continues to learn exercise from me. Work really hard. People who couldn’t even do a single push-up are now able to do 10 with a straight posture.”

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“The saintess here is really weak. You can’t even exercise.”

Brother Kyle?! Why, why are you saying that!?

If I said that, Baron John Nassen would react badly!

You said that you like sports is in your family, so it must be….

‘Ah….’

Seeing the colder face of Baron John Nassen, the saintess’ heart fluttered.

Why the hell did Kyle say that?

The head of the Baron John Nassen family would definitely react badly to such words.

Why are you doing that? Brother Kyle asked me why….

“But, Father. Even so, the saintess continues to learn exercise from me. Work really hard. People who couldn’t even do a single push-up are now able to do 10 with a straight posture.”

Huh? The saintess exclaimed and carefully lifted her head.

There is Kyle, who is smiling brightly.

“Whoa….”

There was Baron John Nassen, who exclaimed in amazement.