9th Circle Lord

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Priest Thebes blessed the two with solemn movements.

"There will be divine glory in the care of Anes!"

A cluster of golden lights enveloped the two knights. They looked more confident.

He warned.

"It's a battle everywhere, so don't play too hard. Be content with the victory and accept the defeat."

Sometimes I got excited and used my hand more than I needed.

The knights nodded.

"Okay."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Contrary to the answer, there is not an inch of retreat in the eyes that stare at each other.

He spread the streets and was provided with wooden weapons for non-lethal use.

There were a variety of wooden weapons for the battle, but Alex and Uldran chose the same wooden sword.

After getting ready, the Thebes announced the start.

"Do your best to show us a great game. Now! Let's get started!"

The voice of the Thebes is high as if they were trying to show off their old age.

The confrontation began and people showed their interest in unison.

At first, it was a confrontation.

After spinning a round rubber band like a circle, he began to bump into it to see if he had finished analyzing his power.

"Laughing!"

Uldran took the lead and Alex hit it back.

The aristocrats, who had been watching well, began to raise their voices in excitement.

"Uldran! Break it down!"

"Alex! End it!"

As if the heat of the people had spread, the two wielded a wooden sword to death.

The winner came out soon.

Alex, who missed the life-like sword, rolled on the floor.

Uldran aimed a sword at his Adam's apple.

Thebes declared.

"The victory of Sir Uldran the Knight!"

"Wow!"

The shouts burst and joy and sorrow were mixed.

The Earl of Bellen stared at the defeated Alex as if to kill him, and Baron Musk was as pleased as he could be.

An article presented as an agent is the pride and history of the family.

Belen's honor fell to the bottom as the knight who praised him as the best was defeated.

Alex, who stretched his shoulders, went back and the war continued again.

Luther, who was looking at the scene in a boring way, shook his butt.

'That's lame.'

It was full of excitement in other people's eyes, but it was a children's play for Luther.

I was trying to go back to my seat in moderation, but there was a disturbance in the room.

"Marquis Colon!"

"Sword Master Sir Austin!"

"Wow!"

A group of people appeared, all famous people.

Luther, who was not interested, avoided his seat.

But suddenly, he stopped.

Luther's eyes touched the Marquis' group, who appeared anew.

After passing through the hapless Marquis of Colon and the evil spirit acting calmly, he reached a middle-aged man standing on the right.

It has a gentle smile in a light tunic that is easy to do.

It was a good impression that was not much different, but Luther was especially attracted to him and didn't leave.

Luther's eyes narrowed.

'My body reacted.’

It's never happened before.

However, just looking at him from afar made me wary.

Luther believed in his senses.

He immediately checked his opponent's combat capabilities through the status window.

The middle-aged man turned his head to see if he felt the gaze.

As soon as the eyes met, the combat power appeared. 

6.5 million combat power.

Luther hid his shock and smiled softly.

Then, the middle-aged man, who met eyes, smiled blandly as if he were replying, and turned his head again.

Luther quit trying to leave and sat down again.

All kinds of complicated thoughts wandered in his head.

6.5 million? What the hell are you?

If the combat power is 6.5 million, it is close to him.

Marquis Colon smiled and said while he speculated on who the middle-aged man was.

"I'm here because they're fighting. We'd like to attend, would that be all right?

"Of course, Marquis!"

"Welcome!"

"Then let's be together."

When the Marquis sat down, the ensuing group guarded his surroundings as if they were escorting him.

Tension rose on the faces of the nobles.

Now was a good opportunity to socialize with the Marquis.

It is a good opportunity to show the honor of the family through proxy articles.

The nobles gathered busily began to talk to their knights.

In the overheated atmosphere, the battle that started first continued.

Once again, it was a victory for Uldran.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He did not hold the weight like before, but shouted loudly.

Marquis Colon and others applauded for the confidence of Uldran roaring for victory.

When he bowed slightly, the nobles scrambled up.

"Next time, my knight!"

"No! We're first!"

Although he was a successive winner, he was full of challengers.

While the situation was busy, Luther was in his own space.

Is it the Georges I've been looking for, or is it the real God of God, or is it the Dragon? I'm sure it's one of the two.’There were only a few enemies on this continent who could be called their own match.

At best, there are only leaders of powerful men such as Dragons and Georges.

Everything is full of questions.

Luther looked at the evil spirit.

He was having fun with the Marquis, but he did not notice the identity of the middle-aged.

'There's a powerful enemy right next to you, and you don't even notice it.’

On the other hand, a middle-aged man looked at evil spirits with a strange look.

As he was a sod master on the outside, it was different to get attention, but his eyes were different.

It is not a feeling of envy, but rather an interesting look at a new toy.

A middle-aged man turned his head again and made eye contact with Luther.

I didn't laugh blandly this time.

He looked as if he was wondering, but Luther deliberately didn't avoid his eyes because he was suspicious.

A middle-aged man got up from his seat.

He slowly approached Luther.

Luther greeted him with a calm approach rather than raising guard.

asked the middle-aged man.

"Do I have something to do?"

Luther thought for a moment.

"Should I be too shy and treat others alone?"

Or should I keep ignoring you?

Luther looked into the eyes of a middle-aged man.

And I realized.

'My opponent doesn't know me.’

Middle-aged people hid their power without even noticing evil spirits, and so did they.

But he recognized him, and he didn't recognize him.

That means he has the upper hand over his opponent, and he will not know unless he reveals his identity first.

My worries were short.

'You don't have to reveal yourself on purposely.’

On the other hand, I need to find out more about my opponent.

Luther squinted his eyes and asked.

"Have we ever met?"

I think I know, but it was a vague question that I don't remember well.

A middle-aged man smirked.

"Never met."

"Then I misunderstood. Excuse me."

"Do I look alike?"

"Not only did they look alike, but they also had a similar atmosphere. That's why I was mistaken."

"Hooray. The atmosphere?"

The middle-aged man sat next to him, perhaps interested.

He asked.

"Where exactly?"

"It was as calm as water and as intense as fire."

I roughly put it on, but a middle-aged man suddenly asked.

"Do I look like that?"

"That's right."

Luther approached him on purpose.

"It's meant to be. Let's say hello to each other. I'm a punitive priest."

"Hoo. Punishment priest. I've never seen a punishment priest before."

"It's not a common job. So who are you?"

"Baron Cox. Do you happen to know?"

"You're short-sighted."

"Of course you don't. I just got a title.”

He winked.

"The Marquis regarded me favorably and gave me the title. So-called rising status."

"Was he originally a commoner?"

"Yes, I did. I had a chance to show my dancing by accident with a good sword skill. Hahaha. That's why I don't know life."

"The Marquis seems to be very skilled, given his close presence."

"Still, there's not enough Austin alarms.

Cox's tone of pointing to evil spirits was full of mischief.

"I feel like I'm going to be overwhelmed just by looking at it, and I still feel keenly that I'm lacking in my discipline. Hahaha."

Luther thought with a smile on his thoughts.

'You're a great actor.’

The man who used to look at Austin as if he was a toy until a while ago now says he is overwhelmed.

However, considering the performance, Luther is also a tough one. Luther pretended not to know and approached Cox little by little to identify him.

"If you were to be awarded a title for excellence, what would you do?"

"It's not funny that I'm talking too much about myself. How did you become a punitive priest?"

"Do you want to know what I'm talking about?"

Cox grinned.

"Yes, I'm very curious. I'd like you to tell me how you've lived."

Luther guessed Cox's words.

'You're doubting me.’

Perhaps it is suspicious that he looked at himself.

That's understandable.

Cox had a calm and quiet atmosphere with an extremely ordinary impression that he couldn't remember well once he saw it.

However, it seems suspicious that he is paying attention to it.

"You can't back off.’

It's rather good.

Luther spoke softly.

"I can't tell you much because of the discipline of the Church."

"That's a shame. I'm very curious about you.”

"Then why don't we do this?"

"What?"

"Let's make friends with me."

Cox, who was observing Luther interestingly, opened his eyes in a circle.

"Friend?"

"People's relationships are strange and sometimes they can't believe that they've known each other for a long time, but wouldn't they be friends if they liked each other just now?"Cox burst into laughter at Luther's passion.

"Hahahaha! That makes sense!"

"I want to be close to you, what do you think?"

Cox smiled broadly.

"If you can make friends with a punishment priest, there's nothing better to do. Good! You are my friend from now on."

He gave a handshake.

Luther, who held hands, hid his expression and said calmly.

"Thank you for accepting my offer."

"Did you like me that much?"

"As I live as a punishment priest, I only get suspicious diseases. Sometimes I needed someone to have a heart-to-heart conversation with, but strangely, you're particularly attracted."

Cox asked playfully.

"Do you happen to like men?"

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not interested in that at all. By the way, we can't just let go of this kind of relationship. What do you say, having a drink in a quiet place?”

"Good to hear that. You're supposed to get closer through drinking. By the way, it's hard to leave now. As you can see, it belongs to the yard."

"Any time you have time.”

"Come on, let's go as soon as the battle is over. I'll go back to the office when I'm done watching the Marquis.”

"And now I'm curious. How did the Marquis get here?"

"What do you mean? It's because of those stupid bastards."

Now that we're friends, we're outspoken.

Cox pointed to the Marquis' three sons.

"The Marquis wants Lord Austin to choose and accept any of his three sons as his disciples. To enter Lord Austin's disciple, I have to show my talent, so I came to fight him on purpose. I'm going to take the opportunity to play them and show Lord Austin how good they are."

"I see."

The Marquis of Colon suddenly rose up to see if the demon had become seed.

"I've got a fight, and I can't stay still. I want to show my son the opportunity to participate and show off his skills!"

His cry surprised the nobles and soon cheered.

The three sons stood up proudly to see if the cheers were mine.

Cox kicked his tongue.

"If you teach me one thing at a time, I forget the heat. Does this make sense?"

Luther asked the accusation.

"Was he a swordsman?"

"I quit now. It's better to teach them animals than to teach them. They don't have any talent for swords."

"Sad."

Luther responded to his murmur. In the meantime, as Marquis Colon wished, the three sons headed to the smithy and began to prepare for the battle.

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