Chapter 280: During the Entrance March I Lightly Greeted Acquaintances in the Guest Seats

Even so the entrance march is slow. When we finished half-circling the arena and passed in front of the east entrance gate, I understood the reason the flow of the line was slow.

Everyone was bowing their heads before the royal family, receiving gifts such as scarves or flower crowns from noble ladies in the surrounding tents, or chatting.

The old man in the center of the most splendid tent in the middle is probably the king.

Huh?

Wasn’t there a sub-quest of making a brat-king understand?

No matter how you look at it he doesn’t look like a brat. Could it be that the brat-king was another country?

Oh.

Among the many noble ladies gathered in the tent on the right was Ana. Unusually she was wearing a gorgeous red dress and covering her red hair with white lace. Looking like this she has the feel of a noble young lady.

Oh my. Her expression is bright.

The gloom until yesterday has completely vanished, her skin luster is good, and a smile floats at the corners of her mouth.

That’s right. She reunited with her little sister, and thoroughly enjoyed my cock, so she can’t keep brooding.

Because the line advanced I placed my left hand on my chest, raised my right hand toward Ana and called out.

"Ohh, my beautiful lady. I shall dedicate one thrust of my spear for you. As a servant of love, may I receive an item you are wearing?"

"Don’t do things that don’t suit you."

I tried imitating the knights in front, but it doesn’t seem to please her.

"Why is Ana there? Aren’t you participating?"

"No. I am participating. I came here to hand this over. Here."

"Oh. Thank you."

Ana gave me a red sleeve. It’s the detachable sleeve part of a dress.

Huh?

But both sleeves are attached to Ana’s dress, so this is something removed from another dress.

"It’s a gift to you from a noble lady who cannot come here due to various circumstances."

"So that’s it."

This is Elsa’s.

Elsa is supposed to be creating an ice rampart in the northern country by the king’s order to prevent enemy-nation invasion, so she cannot come to this place.

"Won’t Ana give me anything?"

"There is nothing for me to give you. Because from today for several days you are the enemy. Even as it is there is ’the strongest’ on the northern army..."

Gou.

Flame lodged in Ana’s pupils, and a little flame leaked from her mouth.

"The opponents I must defeat increased to two. You’ve increased the troublesome things."

Ana smiled looking truly happy from the bottom of her heart.

What’s with that. Until yesterday she was a borrowed cat, but she’s returned to a ferocious lion.

"Hey hey. You’re generating heat. The young ladies around are frightened."

"Kukuku. Ah, that’s no good. I must keep even a little more flame."

"I hope we don’t become opponents."

"Don’t say cold things. No matter how unlucky the combinations, on the final day we will definitely stand on the same field. I’m looking forward to it."

Then Ana, without calling out to Iria, briskly left the tent. She has to change and prepare for participation, and she probably can’t call out to the enemy army.

"Iria. It’s good that Ana got her energy back."

"Ah. But a strong enemy increased."

"She passed energy and even her fighting spirit blazed, and for some reason she was burning rivalry toward me."

"I well understand Ana’s feelings. If I have the opportunity I also want to fight you."

"We understood that from training. If combat starts at close range Iria wins. If combat starts at long range I win. Because we both have pointed abilities it inevitably becomes rock-paper-scissors."

"Rock-paper-scissors?"

While chatting the line advanced in front of the king’s tent.

In the tent the king and an unfamiliar middle-aged couple were sitting in chairs. Son and wife or daughter and husband, I suppose. Behind the chairs, yesterday’s heraldry official Gish and an old man who looked like a mage. Additionally about four girls who seemed to take care of personal needs.

Iria does not remove her helmet. This is not discourtesy, but because she is in full equipment before combat she cannot easily take it off on horseback.

If all knights removed their helmets in the showing parade, the procession time would extend even more. The courtesy that should be protected in this place is only not pointing weapons.

The people in the king’s tent all seemed to have no interest in us and didn’t particularly call out. Even Gish who was affable yesterday was expressionlessly looking forward and staying still.

This is not because we are disliked; everyone is like that. The people in front, and the people even further in front, were also not particularly told anything. Probably only knight-order-captain class or great-noble knights who were at the front of the procession receive words.

Passing the king’s tent, the tent on the left. This is probably the tent of the other royalty. Charlotte is there.

Now then, they’re acquaintances but what should I do.

Just as I was hesitating Iria said "Lightly wave your hand to her," so I followed.

Then the royalty people looked around as if wanting to say "Who in the world is that knight casually waving to. We are royalty?", and saw Charlotte waving back.

Then the royalty noticed that a purple-field white-rose scarf was wrapped around my neck and opened their eyes wide.

I see. Princess Charlotte is an existence who surprises people if she gives gifts to knights or waves. Several royalty said something to Charlotte, and Charlotte made gestures as if waving her face or hand and evading some kind of pursuit.

After passing the royalty tent the line began advancing smoothly.

We accelerated and went outside from the west entrance gate.

The entrance parade felt like it took about thirty minutes.

"Haa, that was long."

"Don’t stop. Keep advancing like this."

After the northern army finishes the western army also has an entrance parade. In total it will easily exceed one hour.

Most knight armor is custom-made and further uniquely decorated, so it’s colorful. The spectators are probably enjoying just looking at those knights. Surely they’re talking with each other that that one is so-and-so from such-and-such place, and their military achievements are such-and-such.

We continued walking with no particular destination in the flow of coming out the entrance gate.

"Is there no turn for us today anymore?"

"Ah. At least not in the morning. Depending on the case from the afternoon people other than me might be called."

"Will we wait here in the afternoon?"

"Ah. We placed the bus carriage far away, but originally the tents around here are lodging-cum-waiting places."

"I see. Because there are 500 participants on just one side, having them bring their own waiting places is efficient. Those luxurious tents over there, were they there yesterday?"

"They were probably built yesterday afternoon. Those are waiting places for invited knights."

"Ah. Knights who have inns prepared inside the royal capital also have luxurious waiting places prepared. Hm? What’s that tent over there?"

"That’s... Well, um, how to put it..."

"What’s wrong?"

"Hundreds of knights with abundant vigor have gathered. It’s a tent for doing business with them."

"...Could it be erotic things?"

"Who knows."

"You averted your eyes? It is erotic things, right?"

"..."

"It’s better not to have too much interest."

"Eeh? Hm?"

Fuwa.

Somehow the flow of the wind changed.

Iria—or rather Ranjou—moved away from me.

Iferaski buru shook. Is she frightened of something?

"Hee... Masaharu, even though you go gonyogonyo with me... you’re interested in that kind of thing."

This is bad. Fullru is angry.

I’m scared to turn around.

It’s not that I’m interested in business women.

I’m interested in what that kind of business in this country is doing.

In a huge-subject medieval book I read before it was written something like "In medieval Europe you mustn’t get sexually excited for religious reasons, so women get into a sack with only the crotch coming out from a slit, and men stroke themselves and only insert at the instant of ejaculation," but that’s definitely a lie, right?

Even if there were people doing that, they were getting excited as that kind of play, right?

"Th-That’s right. Let’s go to the mysterious space Lucia prepared. But that place doesn’t even seem like a normal space, how do we go there."

"Go, ka? Chant capybara, ka?"

"Chant capybara?"

"That’s right, deshu! If you think you want to enter that space and chant capybara you can go, deshu!"

"So that’s the mechanism. Then everyone, let’s go. Capybara!"

"Capybara!" ×4

We instantly moved to that mysterious space. The very bottom of the stair-shaped seats.

The dog girls noticed first.

"Masaharu, you looked cool!"

"Waai. Master!"

Shepa and Petit Letree came running so I dismounted from Iferaski, released the golden armor, caught the two of them and stroked their butts.

Then Rui, Letree-san, and the Lian sisters came over holding cups.

I received a cup from Rui.

"Good work, Masaharu-san."

"Thank you. Hm? What’s this?"

Goku.

"Juice squeezed from fruit? Delicious!"

"The people here don’t have the custom of making fruit into juice so I tried making it and it was well received by everyone."

"This is good. Yeah."

A rich fruit flavor.

Watching while drinking juice is also fine.

Glancing over, the rodent girls were forming a line in front of Rafilia-san.

Hmm. The richer our eating habits become, the larger Rafilia-san’s burden becomes.

Reducing Rafilia-san’s burden is also an urgent task...