The training period is nearing its end. I need to gain the power to defeat lizardmen.
Day 14 of the Training Corps.
Since today is a rest day from training, I wonder if Priscilla and the others are relaxing. We are still at Marquis Rutland’s house. Early this morning, Orietta brought up the topic of the triangular horse, and when I said “I’ll put you on the triangular horse,” she seemed happy, so I suppressed my urge to use her and decided to sell her.
Day 15 of the Training Corps.
We had arrived at the training grounds by last night. I’ve asked Rufina and Orietta to stay and continue their work. I emphasized about seven times that torture is prohibited, but I hope they’ll be alright.
The sight of Christine in her dress in the forest on the way back to the training grounds was beautiful. Even fairies couldn’t compare to Christine. I thought my eardrums and heart would burst from Christine’s unusually fierce demeanor.
As for the training… I pity the knights who became outlets for Priscilla’s anger.
Day 16 of the Training Corps.
Thanks to the intensive short-term mandatory lectures, my skills are improving. However, I lack a finishing blow. The feeling that something is still missing, is it because I’m used to the White Lily Corps? They seem hesitant to kill.
Day 17 of the Training Corps.
I had lunch with Lady Isabel, and she said the training was going smoothly. When I told her about my feelings from yesterday, she ended the conversation with “It’s no problem.”
Unfortunately, Mirabelle was also present, so we just ate and didn’t share a bed. Mirabelle’s gaze towards me is still as frightening as ever. It’s becoming a habit.
Day 18 of the Training Corps.
I had lunch with Lady Isabel… Of course, I had her permission. Rather than permission, it was more like a strong pat on the back saying “Go do it!” When I consulted with Priscilla and the others about Lady Isabel downplaying the problems of the 6th Knight Order, they unanimously agreed, saying “Go do it and then talk to her!” with valuable advice, and I had Lady Isabel.
We agreed to solve the problems together. Mirabelle’s frightening eyes are still the same, but I feel like her gaze is directed downwards.
Day 19 of the Training Corps.
Under the spirited guidance of Viscountess Isabel, there were many heavily injured soldiers, including cavalry. However, it was also good training for Sophia and the mages, so everything is fine. Injuries that heal quickly don’t even incur workers’ compensation.
Guard duty is temporarily suspended. I was also called by Lady Isabel at night to deepen our bond.
Day 20 of the Training Corps.
Marquis Rutland, who is preparing the undead for tomorrow, came. It’s infuriating that he raised Lady Isabel’s favorability by completely hiding his lecherous nature.
I want to tell him what kind of man he is, but there are things men can’t talk about. However, if he lays a hand on the White Lily Corps in front of me, my Black Sword will roar.
Day 21 of the Training Corps.
Today, we will be cutting down the undead prepared by Marquis Rutland in a simulated battle. When Priscilla said she couldn’t participate, I was grabbed by the collar. Why?
“The knights will be organized in their usual fifty-man formation. Five units and the cavalry will wait in the rear.”
Viscountess Isabel’s fierce shouts echoed. Marquis Rutland prepared two hundred undead, which were already waiting on the training ground. It’s impressive to summon two hundred undead alone, and the combat power of the undead themselves is considerable.
This time, the undead will have to be mere cannon fodder, so their weapons have been removed and their combat power reduced to that of peasants.
First, Lady Isabel’s knights, fifty of them, are pitted against one hundred undead to see how they fare. As expected from the training, the knights fought one-sidedly. By the time all five units finished their battles, a sense of accomplishment washed over the knights’ faces, with only a few injuries.
This is the expected outcome, but the problem starts here. The undead were then upgraded to the combat power of knights, and their weapons were simple wooden sticks and stones found around. The numbers were equal, one hundred versus one hundred.
This was a failure. We didn’t lose, but there were too many casualties. If they had real swords, the injuries wouldn’t have been so minor.
Finally, fifty knights, thirty heavily armored cavalry, fifty light cavalry, and fifty dragon cavalry attacked the two hundred undead. Fifty knights charged at the two hundred. The dragon cavalry moved to support from the right flank, while the light cavalry on the left flank fired arrows.
“Lady Isabel, are you going out as well? It’s your duty as a commander to take command here.”
I didn’t say it out of malice. It is a commander’s job to command. It is only by fulfilling their roles that they can function effectively.
“Who do you think I am? Isabel Sumner is a warrior. If not now, when?”
The heir of the Sumner Family, who must fight at the forefront, bearing heavy armor and a large spear with her slender body.
“Yes!”
Whipping her horse, Lady Isabel’s heavily armored cavalry accelerated behind her.
“Noble ladies have it tough. Will you become like that too?”
A woman who fights for her family’s sake. If she could have remained just a woman, perhaps she would have found a different kind of happiness.
“I’m not the type for that.”
I have no family or name to bear. …Perhaps for the White Lily Corps? Also, no drinking during training!
Lady Isabel’s heavily armored cavalry charged at the undead, aiming for the space between the knights and light cavalry. The undead, unable to stop the charge of the heavy cavalry, were torn apart.
However, they stopped! The heavy cavalry, having penetrated halfway, halted their advance. Knights were dragged down and dismounted in close combat.
“This is bad! God—”
“Wait! What are you going to do!”
Can’t you tell! Let go of my arm, I have to go to Lady Isabel and help her. The thought of Lady Isabel, her clothes torn by the undead and being made a spectacle of, excites me a little.
“If you intend to help, stop.”
“What are you saying! We have to save her quickly, it’s dangerous.”
“You’re not helping because it’s Isabel, are you?”
Priscilla, who sometimes hits the nail on the head, possesses animal intuition. Or perhaps it’s a woman’s intuition.
“That can’t be true.”
“Is that so? If that’s the case, I could have gone.”
Tch! I missed. That was a joke though. Let go of my arm, it’s really getting dangerous. Looking towards Lady Isabel’s location, the heavy cavalry is not fulfilling its role as cavalry.
“What good will pampering do? We’re at war, and if we die now, then so be it.”
Lady Isabel has a role to play. She must defeat the lizardmen, build the Training Corps, and increase the Empire’s military strength to lay the foundation for confronting the coming Demon Lord.
“There are plenty of other candidates for the Training Corps. Isabel is a good person, but not a strong one.”
The Training Corps needs someone strong, with combat experience, and skilled at teaching. Lady Isabel scores low on all counts, but the Empire’s knights themselves are generally weak.
“Don’t worry, it seems they’re starting to recover a bit.”
The light cavalry, who had been watching from a distance, discarded their bows, drew their swords, and charged towards the undead. Even the knights were advancing towards the position where Lady Isabel’s heavy cavalry had stopped, breaking formation.
“She does have some charisma, doesn’t she?”
I sort of understood that. When the Knight Order moved towards the position where the heavy cavalry had stopped, it felt like a great force was in motion.
“If only you had that much charisma…”
What! How rude! I don’t need the charisma of a man like that. The charisma of a cute and kind girl is more than enough.
“…It’s over.”
It ended with the Knight Order’s victory, but Lady Isabel was struck by a missile and unhorsed, halting the advance of the heavy cavalry. While Sophia’s healing magic posed no problem, the emotional wounds she sustained may not heal by the time of the lizardman battle…
