Ostomaaja Kingdom.
The capital.
One of its many plazas.
*Jalalan, Shanshan♪*
“Two months ago…”
Word arrived from the country’s intelligence officers and spies.
Danger was approaching the country. News of it~.
*Jajajan~~*
“It’s the country invading us now!”
Yes, that is precisely correct~.
The country’s top combat power. The Knights of Color.
Currently, in the northwest~.
The White Knight, Valen=Silgiltan.
In the west~.
The Jade Knight (Knight of Green), Awak=Ramdalk.
In the north and south~.
The Red Knight (Knight of Blood), Damdan=Baphlow.
The three leading knights are clashing with the invaders~.
*Piii…n, Jan, Sharalan, Sharalan♪*
The common folk gathered around the bard’s song cheered.
“I want to see White Knight Valen-sama fight!”
“No, no, the battle will be over before you can see it, right♪?”
By word of mouth~.
I heard about the White Knight-sama’s Skill.
Is it true or a lie~? Do you want to hear it~?
“Yes, please!”
White Knight Valen=Silgiltan.
A handsome man who uses tactics befitting his white attire.
While being a knight, his side job is a Familiar Master.
His familiar is a white fly so dense it’s mistaken for mist.
At the word “fly.”
Screams of disbelief arose from his female fans.
The bard lightly strummed his instrument,
calming them down, and continued his tale.
A fixed damage of [1] is applied to the white flies.
White flies have a fast reproduction cycle.
They give birth, not lay eggs.
The newly born white flies obey White Knight-sama’s commands within minutes.
And who receives the fixed damage~?
“Everything that touches a white fly is given a durability count of 99.”
When the count reaches zero, whatever it may be, without exception.
Death is inflicted. Ah, White Knight-sama.
His swordsmanship is magnificent, and his Skill is invincible.
“Kyaaa♪♪/// White Knight Valen-samaaaa♪♪///”
The bard once again played his instrument,
bringing the crowd back to a calm.
*Shan, Shanshan, Ttan♪*
Next, I will speak of~.
The Jade Knight (Knight of Green), Awak=Ramdalk.
Clad in jade armor, he is a wielder of wood magic that manipulates plants.
A cool, distinguished older man.
“That person is great.”
“He’s our idol♪”
Popular among young men… especially commoner men.
“What’s this? Awak-sama!?”
“What did you say!?”
In this country, instead of a family name.
It is customary to use one’s hometown.
The Ramdalk region is considered rural within the country.
The eldest and second sons typically take over the family business or farm.
The third son goes to towns and cities for work.
But lacking education, they enlist as soldiers.
Normally, they end their lives as soldiers protecting the safety of towns and cities for their entire lives.
Jade Knight-sama must have harbored such regrets in his heart.
To assuage that regret.
On his days off, he would go to places where monsters roamed nearby.
And endlessly engage in battles with monsters.
He accumulated the magic and mana released when killing monsters within his body.
And gained a possessed magic power far exceeding that of ordinary people.
From there, he continued practicing with magic. Practicing, practicing, as if to annihilate monsters.
His repeated practical experience reached the ears of an elder then serving in the Knights of Color.
He received a letter of recommendation to join the Knights of Color,
and thus became the current Jade Knight, Awak=Ramdalk.
Upon joining, he was an apprentice and did not wear his jade armor.
By repeatedly demonstrating his rare wood magic,
he earned the epithet “Knight of Green.”
“He’s really amazing, isn’t he♪”
“Is he from the Ramdalk region? I see, well, good luck♪”
The sweet conversation ended with one of his friends cheering him on.
The bard began to speak of the last individual.
*Jann, Jajajajajaann♪*
The Red Knight, Damdan=Baphlow.
The top student of Baphlow Knight Academy. An elite among elites.
Long black hair. When it flows in the wind, it evokes the night.
“…”Blood Knight”… *gulp*”
If you encounter him in a bloody place,
his hair and armor would be stained crimson with blood.
His presence. His intimidation factor. He emanates an overwhelming pressure.
He radiates something that prevents anyone from approaching him.
“Is that rumor true…?”
“That thing. You go ask him…”
A beast hungry for blood.
The Red Knight-sama is an elite among elites.
An darkness hidden within.
Incomprehensible to ordinary people.
Craving blood, as long as he can kill enemies.
The scene becomes a sea of blood, a tragic and gruesome spectacle.
The Red Knight, Damdan=Baphlow,
must be currently slaughtering the invading army to the north and south.
The bard finished his tale with a pale face, and received applause and coins tossed into his instrument case, which served as an offering box.
*Piiiin♪*
“Thank you♪ I hope to see you again somewhere♪”
*Clap, clap, clap, clap♪ Coin, Kiiin♪*
***
McGillis Army VS Knights of Color.
Led by the White Knight, Valen=Silgiltan.
The White Knight Brigade.
*Gyaaaaaaaa!!!!*
The white flies inflicted fixed damage and obscured vision,
making it impossible to land attacks as intended.
When Ovai advanced with the Kongou Group, movement began,
and the front line became indistinguishable between friend and foe, leading to friendly fire.
“Gah! What are you doing!?”
“We’re allies!?”
*Waa! Waa!*
“A bothersome Skill.”
“Peppep, pepppe♪ Your special ability is similar to mine~♪”
Ouvai’s irritation was met by Pesword’s voice commending the enemy.
“You stay back!”
“Pepppe, I just came to help.”
“How will your transfer (paint) be useful on this battlefield with poor visibility!? You’re in the way! This is our (Kongou Group’s) battlefield! Get lost and go back!”
Pesword walked towards where McGillis and the others were, sighing “Oh well♪”.
By the way, to avoid friendly fire.
He transferred (painted) allies into the surrounding space.
The phenomenon of characters flickering in the air, appearing and disappearing.
Understanding it as Pesword’s special ability, Transfer (Paint), they cautiously avoided attacking in the direction of the text.
Using shields to defend against the white flies’ attacks, they searched for enemy soldiers.
If they used weapons to block,
their weapons would break at crucial moments.
Even without a shield, as long as you have a weapon, you can survive.
The soldiers continued to advance without hesitation.
Through the mist of white flies.
Even if they vaguely realized they were caught in the White Knight Valen=Silgiltan’s strategy, there was no victory other than advancing.
“Area-of-effect magic. Area-of-effect attacks are sealed.”
“Advance! Find the location of the enemy’s main force!”
*Ooooooh!! Oooooh!*
