“Come with me.”


  Bratt Lloyd suddenly appeared in front of Airn who was talking with Kirill and Lulu.

  There was quite a bit of excitement on his face.

  Airn followed him without a question. Kirill too, who felt the weirdness, let them go without asking anything.

  And as they walked, five members of Holy Kingdom appeared in front of them along with Quincy Myers.

  Everyone had their swords held out and had smiles on their faces. But before Airn could ask, the subjugation commander opened his mouth and said.

  “There is no need to think too hard about learning the swordsmanship of the Holy Kingdom.”


  “…”


  “You also don’t have to bother saying words that might probably be burdensome. These four to five elders will show their swordsmanship to their juniors… just think of it that way. You and the person next to you will probably already have your own style as you are Masters, so don’t force yourselves to follow this to the tee. If you have something you can use, take it, otherwise don’t. That is all.”


  Airn, realizing his opponent’s intention now, looked at Bratt with a blank expression. Something far greater than he expected had been waiting for him here.

  Probably a fortune teller, seeing how he could speak human language. So, he shook and said,

  “I am not interested in divination and stuff.”


  “I am no fortune teller. It would be more appropriate to call me an orc counsellor.”


  “…?”


  When Lance Peterson’s eyes showed a bit of annoyance and curiosity, the darkness which had narrowed the distance, stopped and watched them closely.2

  Rip Ilya?NGL, the author got me in the first half.?