Story of Longevity

Kenneth Archipold is very angry now.

"Stupid!—Lancer! You are a stupid! Unused stupid!—"

Kenneth was angry, angry at his followers.

"Indisputably, the reason for your defeat was your lack of strength!-Your confident spear skills can't pierce a little girl's armor, and your agility can't escape a little girl's slash! -"

The current situation of this servant, who has endured his anger and dare not speak, is not optimistic. He is covered in white bandages and one arm is receiving magic treatment from a woman with short red hair.

But Kenneth didn't mean to be merciful. He had long seen this servant who was overconfident in himself and smiled all day a little dissatisfied.

It's just that he didn't find a practical reason to reprimand him, but it's different now:

"Lancer, aren't you very confident?

Before the war started, so confident and I promised [anyone can fight]? Are you absolutely fortunate enough to live?

But now? I, who took the initiative to let you out and challenge other people, have become a laughing stock in the eyes of others!

Then you, a weak chicken, let me go out to challenge others. It's just a funny clown! ——

Not only did I, the high-level magician of the clock tower, lose face in this extremely eastern land, but also wasted two precious magic spells! ——

Two! Those are two! ~

I only have three in total! I lose when I run out of three. Don’t you understand? !

If I lose in this kind of magician struggle in the Far East, why do you make me raise my head in the clock tower? How to be a teacher? how……"

"Enough! ~ Kenneth."

I really can’t stand Kenneth’s roar... The red-haired woman stopped him with a voice, with a slightly disgusted expression, and said: "The area is just a disadvantage in the first battle. The enemy's strength is estimated incorrectly. Is this kind of air? Sovereign? El Mero?"

Slowly standing up, the red-haired woman saw Kenneth’s expression of guilty conscience because of her rebuttal. She knew that Kenneth was not as angry as he appeared on the surface. He was only dissatisfied with Lancer since usual. It just started to accumulate.

As a fiancée, with him all the year round, she is more confident about what kind of person Kenneth is. He hadn't fallen to the point where he would gaffe and insult his subordinates in one failure.

but……

"Lancer has worked very hard. Not only did he not be frustrated in the face of an attack of that level, but he also fought back bravely! For this reason, he also suffered such an injury, an injury that was not completely healed by a spell, such A serious injury can kill him if he is not careful! ~ Doesn't this prove his loyalty to you?"

Seeing that as he helped Lancer speak, Kenneth's expression became more and more gloomy and humble. The red-haired woman felt more and more comfortable in her heart, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. His mouth became more and more intensified:

"Compared with someone hiding in the dark, giving orders, running faster than anyone, and consuming a stand-in doll, I don't think there is anything about Lancer who fought bravely..."

"No, not like that!—"

A tired but incredibly firm magnetic male voice interrupted the red-haired woman's criticism of Kenneth's roundabouts—it was Lancer with unhealed pain.

He lowered his head reproachfully and said solemnly:

"Everything is my bad, all failures are because of my lack of strength and nothing to do with my master!

If it weren't for the master's generosity, and the two spells would catch up in time, I would have been killed long ago, and I would have fallen to the end of a teacher who died before he succeeded!

If it were not for the master's alertness and left the battlefield one step earlier, my master and servant would definitely not be able to escape the calculations of the despicable villain in the dark tonight! Both died! ~"

Lancer raised his head with a terrifying look, and shot the somewhat stunned red-haired woman directly, saying:

"So, everything is because my lack of strength makes the master feel shame!

This life was saved by the master from there! From now on this life will also fight to protect the reputation of the master! ——

Therefore-your insult to my master, as a knight, I will never allow it! ——"

With bandages on his body, his original meticulous hairstyle now has a hint of mess, and there is also a scratched blood mark on his cheek. Two sharp guns are placed beside him.

Such an embarrassed look, his eyes turned reddish like a beast after an injury. Although Lancer does not want the sun to be as bright as he originally appeared, but... more and more like a warrior instead of The knight.

"Ah... well, I'm sorry, Lancer, I've said it a bit..." The red-haired woman was a little bit startled, and she spoke a little hesitantly.

"Enough...enough."

At this moment, Kenneth's face was sullen and interrupted the red-haired woman's apology.

Solau is his fiancée and will marry him in the future. Why would the words of a dead man who was summoned and arbitrarily driven by Solau weigh more in Solau's heart? Why?

Is it really because of that? ——Kenneth focused his eyes on Lancer's cheek, where there was a mole.

Lancer-Dilmud Odina, one of the few knights in Celtic mythology, the holder of [beautiful beauty] recognized by restraint. There are moles on the cheeks that were gifted by fairies, and they have magical powers that can make girls throb...This is also a curse.

Most importantly, in the myth, he also hooked up with the fiancée of his monarch...

At the thought of this, Kenneth felt a hurdle in his heart.

I could only look down at him from a distance and slowly said ~www.ltnovel.com~You are a stupid talent, a trash. "

"Yes, you are right." The spearman replied, hiding his face under his head.

"Lancer, you were beaten by an opponent you look down on without the strength to fight back. Even if you rush to her, you can't hurt her a bit!" Kenneth raised his voice because of his anger.

"...Yes, you are right." The gunman gritted his teeth.

"Lancer, the other party is King Arthur in that myth! The king of knights! The greatest knight in history!"

"...Yes." The gunman's voice was a little hoarse.

"She has the strongest sword! She has the strongest shield! She is the best proof of the chivalry you are pursuing!--"

"..."

The spearman was silent.

"So you tell me, the next time you meet the Knight King, how do you defeat her?"

Pressure, pressure from the ruthless reality fell on the gunmen.

At the same time, Kenneth's ruthless order also came to him——

"Lancer, the knighthood you pursue is shit. Become my puppet, follow my orders and bring me victory!"

"...Yes, your will."

The spearman raised his head again and looked at his master.

This time, there was a clear red glow in his eyes, together with the blood stains on his cheeks, making him look gloomy and terrifying.

However, it also rekindled the firm will that was slightly frustrated because of the complete defeat.

This made the Lord Kenneth, who had humiliated him severely, been very satisfied, and made his mistress's red-haired Solau even more satisfied...

However, at this moment, the telephone in the hotel suite rang...