Swish, swish.
“Yeah! It’s clean!”
The innocent maid, with her brown hair braided into a single braid and wearing a luxurious maid outfit, smiled refreshingly as she looked at the tidy house.
It’s as if I feel refreshed because I cleaned so hard that it made a squeaking sound.
She was a maid who stumbled often and made many mistakes, but when it came to being honest, she was second to none. That maid was none other than Leila Winter.
… The problem was that he was good at turning other people upside down because he couldn’t understand what they were saying.
However, insults and curses had no effect on Leila.
The meaning of the brain being a flower garden is that it doesn’t even know that it has been cursed at, and instead tends to interpret anything said in a positive way.
In some ways, I thought he might be mentally stronger than most mercenaries or knights.
“Maid.”
“Miss Irene is here!”
“Well, just Irene will do.”
“Hehe, I’m comfortable like this. Just wait a minute, I’ll have lunch later!”
“Oh, yes.”
Although it was a rare day off, Irene Windler visited the knight’s cabin early in the morning.
But now the girl’s visits to the cabin were almost a daily occurrence.
In the process of learning royal etiquette including the curtsy from Leila, they started eating together, and at some point, it became natural for Irene Windler to do so as well.
‘Ah, it’s comfortable… .’
[Arin, aren’t you so shameless? You eat breakfast and dinner every day without paying. I didn’t raise you like that.]
‘Who, who raises whom! And you don’t get it for free, you just bring gifts sometimes. That’s fine, I guess.’
[All those gifts were sent by the Duke.]
‘… … .’
[You shouldn’t wrap a gift given to you by someone else as if it were your own.]
‘…like a bad ghost.’
It’s so evil to hit with just facts.
However, regardless of Irene Windler’s conscience, the owners of the cabin, including Leila, were not the type of people who would tackle her conscience that much.
Also, considering that the gifts she occasionally brought were all luxury items that only royals would treat, it would actually be beneficial for them to treat her to a few meals.
Well, neither of them were the type to take advantage of that.
“Come to think of it, the instructor… .”
Pfft!
“There you are.”
As soon as I started looking for him, who was invisible, I immediately felt his presence.
A crashing sound coming from one side of the backyard.
Click.
Irene went out the back door and saw the knight training hard as always.
Pang!!
“…You’re practicing something new again today.”
[It’s not telekinesis, is it?]
“That’s strange. Could that be the Baekbo Shin Kwon?”
[I always think about it, but the technical name is a bit unusual.]
“So, um, it seems similar to a Chinese character…?”
Although she was a girl from a magical world, she was a high school senior who had never read a martial arts novel, let alone a common comic or movie, and she could only admire his skills.
I didn’t even know that my ‘compatriot’ was in front of me.
* * *
The wooden logs were lined up like dominoes.
There was a 20cm gap between each log, and there were about thirty logs in total. Lee Han used these logs.
“Number 7.”
Pfft!
“Number 11.”
phut!
“Number 9.”
Crunch!
“… Okay.”
Lee Han smiled happily.
I kept trying from 7am to 12am and finally succeeded ‘once’.
But for Lee Han, this one time is all that matters.
Beating the cow on the mountain.
It is a technique for striking an opponent without the constraints of distance and space, and the principle of the Baekboshin Kwon that Lee Han showed the day before can be seen here.
However, he was trying to further develop this principle of the Gyeoksan Tau with a sword.
And today.
Finally, he succeeded in infusing the power of the sword, rather than the power of the fist, into the techniques of Gyeoksan Tau.
As evidence, a sword wound appeared on the log in the ninth position.
The other logs felt like they were hit at best, but number 9 felt like it was cut with a knife.
I feel like the sword’s aura has been conveyed.
And just recalling these feelings was a great source of strength for Lee Han.
‘The important thing is that you succeeded.’
In general, when Lee Han was learning the technique, it was like this.
Just keep trying until it works.
Without a set deadline, countless times a day.
Of course, the success rate for doing this is less than 10%, but the skills he gained through that success are what made him who he is today.
So Lee Han was purely happy.
The joy of being able to unfold technologies that were previously only possible in imagination.
‘The next target is Unryongdaepalsik.’
If you can change direction about eight times in the air, it’s a move that might work against Baltar.
at that time.
Damn it.
“You’re practicing some weird techniques again.”
“Are you here?”
Since when did he feel the presence of a third party? Lee Han was not flustered by the sudden appearance of a third party.
That’s because it was a face I always saw.
And he.
“Have you had lunch? I baked some pies.”
“oh.”
It was Jake Farman.
Lee Han’s only companion and acquaintance in the Knights Templar.
* * *
Crispy!
The apple pie has a rich and sweet aroma and is crunchy and chewy in your mouth.
An overall even crispiness with a good balance of flavors.
Excellent.
Plus, the texture of the crunchy apple filling is surprisingly good.
The filling wasn’t just jam-like, it was surprisingly fresh, and the subtle cinnamon and ginger flavors were the icing on the cake.
This was a work of art, and it was such greatness that rave reviews came automatically.
Even though Lee Han had finished the meal that Layla had prepared for him and had already eaten five meat pies and seven apple pies, he continued to eat the pies as if he was still hungry and praised them.
“You should just quit your job and open a pie shop. It’s a waste of talent.”
“Is that something you would say to a knight?”
“Then maybe you’re just not good at cooking. Why are you such a good cook, even though you’re a noble?”
“Because he is a fallen noble.”
“If everyone is good at something, they’ll all be chefs.”
“… I wanted to feed my younger siblings delicious food, so my skills improved.”
“… … Storytelling is crazy.”
Lee Han shook his head.
Meat pie and apple pie.
The two ideal pies were, amazingly, created by the knight before our eyes.
He was born into a fallen noble family, so he grew up without any servants, and he even cooked for himself, right?
Perhaps that’s why Jake Farman’s cooking skills were so great.
It was a flavor that was hard to find even in ordinary restaurants, and in his opinion, as he had an exceptional sense of taste, it was no different from the best pie.
By the way, he has also tried meat pie and apple pie made by the royal chef.
In other words, he made better pies than the royal chef.
Should we say that it is an unfortunate aptitude(?) that was buried because of the talent of a knight?
It’s a shame.
“If you were a restaurant owner instead of a knight, you would have already been very successful. You might have even built a restaurant that would rival the size of the target group.”
“Stop talking nonsense. Business isn’t easy. And how can a single restaurant grow to the level of a target group? That’s ridiculous.”
“Well, maybe it is possible.”
If you just think about the concept of [franchise], it will definitely be successful, but is it still an unfamiliar culture in this world?
Lee Han wanted to explain to his friend, who was somewhat human, for his success, but he swallowed his words and ate his apple pie, knowing that the guy was only interested in being a reporter.
He was the one who finished 12 pies in no time.
“So, why did you come all the way here to bake a pie?”
“…You’re asking that now?”
“Because I filled my stomach.”
“How shameless.”
“Next time I want to eat Quiche.”
“I will not speak… .”
Jake is my friend, but he is still a shameless guy, he clicked his tongue.
Still, he couldn’t hide his delight at the fact that she ate all the food I made, saying it was delicious.
Although I don’t know it, I find cooking more satisfying than being a journalist.
“Ahem, first of all, the reason I came here is for two reasons. One is the illegal magicians you captured this time.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t pretend not to know. Two bodies have already been found. And the traces found there were definitely yours. The captain was sure of it.”
“… … .”
Lee Han’s eyebrows furrowed.
‘You made the story like this?’
The regressor guy must have intentionally left the five already dead bugs in a place where they would be noticed by the Knights, with the intention of not revealing me on stage until the end and giving credit to Lee Han.
Like taking the reward.
However, it wasn’t the ball he wanted.
Because in the first place, he had no desire for fame.
And as you know,
“But since I know your style, I decided to let the fact that you harmed them lie hidden. You don’t really want to reveal yourself… and you wouldn’t want to become a target for illegal wizards for no reason.”
“I know right.”
It’s good to have competent coworkers.
Because we take care of it in advance so that you don’t have any headaches.
“But you will definitely receive compensation. If you want, you can even receive a medal.”
“The medal is enough, so ask for money.”
“… … .”
“Why, what?”
“No, I just think it’s still the same even after time passes.”
“People don’t change easily.”
“That’s right, I see.”
Jake nodded, saying that certainly seemed like the case.
He drank the tea that Leila brought him.
“Surely you’re still the same, planning on donating that money again?”
“… …What are you saying?”
Lee Han shrugged his shoulders, reacting a beat late.
As if he didn’t know what he was talking about.
But Jake knows.
That money won’t end up in Lee Han’s pocket.
‘… The money earned by capturing wizards or slave traders is given to the victims, right?’
A small number of people who know the true nature of the secret mission that Lee Han carried out.
And one of those few people was Jake.
This is about how Lee Han used the Knights Templar’s information network to eliminate large-scale slave traders and illegal magicians.
It was something I came to know while hanging out with him and occasionally sharing information with him.
Furthermore, he also knew where the property he had seized was being used.
‘A dishonest guy,’
He freely distributed all the wealth he had taken from slave traders and illegal magicians to those who had been kidnapped or brought in as test subjects.
Because it’s money I don’t really want to have.
‘Because of that, I can’t even build up my skills.’
The law states that all property taken from illegal magicians or slave traders must be returned to the state.
However, Lee Han disobeyed this.
All of his assets were distributed to the victims and their families.
‘Could I do that?’
The amount of money taken from them would be beyond imagination.
Otherwise, if he had reported this to the Knights Templar, he would have already received a tremendous promotion.
But he has neither money nor balls nor anything.
For reasons such as feeling uneasy, not needing the ball, etc.
Instead, spread it around as if it were helping the victims.
And when Jake saw it, the guy wouldn’t be refusing property or credit just because he felt uncomfortable.
I will just follow my conscience and live as if all I need is to eat and live.
As evidence, the guy lives in a simple cabin.
Without any complaints.
Indeed.
‘A person who has no interest in chivalry… .’
Since you are ‘truly’ practicing chivalry, then.
Jake chuckled, thinking how ironic it was.
“I don’t think the captain will let you go until the end.”
“Don’t say such horrible things.”
“well….”
Even I wouldn’t want to miss such an exemplary article.
* * *
There was a lukewarm atmosphere for a moment, but since the two men were so warm, what could they do with it?
They quickly returned to their usual state and continued their conversation.
“The next thing I have to tell you is this. Archduke Lionel has entered the capital.”
“I heard that story, but you’re still in the capital?”
I thought they had returned north since I hadn’t heard from them since the war games, but are they still there?
“I guess there’s still a purpose left. Well, I’ll be back soon. The Grand Duke isn’t the type to be away from the North for long.”
“But why are you telling me that?”
“Your disciple is a powerful successor to the Grand Duke’s family. He might approach you.”
“Rotten.”
I really want to decline the attention of those above.
Nothing in this world goes as planned.
“If we’re going to approach, we’ll do so within this month. There’s no better time for the air force to move than now.”
“…a good time?”
What does that mean?
Lee Han blinked and made a face as if he didn’t understand what he was saying, while Jake, on the other hand, looked dumbfounded.
An expression that seems to say, ‘Shouldn’t you know?’
“…There are semester evaluations.”
“……ah.”
“Let me speak… .”
Jake only scolded the instructor for his rudeness, and Lee Han scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
I definitely forgot.
The instructor’s work is all being left to the assistant instructor.
‘Semester evaluations? Is it that time already?’
A famous review from the Royal Academy.
Why are you famous?
‘… How much will be left this time?’
Because it was a time when 60% of the first-year students dropped out.
