I’m not going to die - I’m not going to die chapter 87

87 – Peace Talks (1)

If the path is decided, you can move on.

Excluding me and the hero, who were supposed to go, the dean, who had to deal with this, was most perplexed because five of the students said they would participate in the peace talks.

“Not just one or two, but so many students?”

“Not that many.”

“That’s a lot, five people are out of school.”

But there was nothing the dean could do.

As the hero stepped forward, the dean had to be crushed in a corner.

“It is a necessary number of people. Please accept it.”

“…I see.”

Certainly, rather than talking through the professor, it was convenient to talk directly with the dean, who had full authority related to the school.

Upon receiving the dean’s acceptance, we quickly prepared.

Anyway, I had to go to the capital to join them, and then go back to the north from the capital.

Can’t the demon king come to the capital and have a meeting?

If you change your mind right away and try to destroy the capital, it will leave a lot of damage.

It’s good to meet at the border of the disputed area in moderation.

“Who will prepare the wagon?”

Although it was important this time, it was a rather light step.

Not to die or fight someone like last time, but to find out the devil’s intentions.

No matter how much you fight, fighting the Demon King and the executives is also an act of suicide.

“I’ll do it, wouldn’t it be better to go comfortably?”

“That’s right.”

It was appropriate for the swordsman to take charge here.

As his family is also a family, he can prepare the best wagon.

Likewise, a discussion about the journey to leave for a while continued.

“Is there anything I need to bring? It won’t take that long, will it?”

“Wouldn’t it be cold to go all the way to the north? You should have at least some clothes to take with you. Especially Argal’s body is weak, so you have to be careful not to catch a cold.”

“…was I that weak?”

It was an opinion I wanted to deny quite a bit, but if you think about it, there isn’t much wrong with it.

What would I do if I were to catch a cold while crossing the cold North?

This body is so weak, it seemed that this would happen even if I had eaten a lot lately.

Aside from talking about me, quite a lot of time has passed just by discussing what we need each other.

“I love board games!”

“Are you going to keep living in the carriage? It’s good to bring a few balls or something!”

“…Why don’t we just take it all with us?”

Frann wants to bring a game that can be enjoyed lightly inside the carriage, and Raeli wants to bring something like a ball that can be actively played outside.

And listening to the Sword Saint’s opinion that I could carry both of them, I chewed on the nuts.

This is more addictive than you think.

While the two were fighting, Asher clung to him and said quietly.

“…But who is sitting in the carriage with whom?”

“There will be a limit to the size of the wagon, so roughly two people will sit.”

Wouldn’t that fit

It’s hard to ride seven in one wagon, not in a super-large wagon.

Besides, we couldn’t ride such a big wagon since we had to go through the rough terrain of the north rather than running on the plains.

Thinking of that, when he said that, Asher’s eyes became bloody.

“Only one person can sit… . is it?”

“I said two.”

I looked at Asher, who was spitting out something incomprehensible, and ate nuts again.

Let’s not try to understand, because it seems like I’m the only one who loses.

A day passed quickly.

As soon as tomorrow morning came, we didn’t go to school to take classes, but went straight out of the academy.

As previously mentioned, the swordsman prepared a wagon outside the academy.

That, too, is a procession of considerable size.

Looking at the escort knights from Russelmani, I asked in a moment of dizziness.

“What a huge scale, Reinhardt.”

“I did a little bit of preparation.”

little? No, at this level, isn’t it the scale of a single family mobilization?

I put such a question into it, and other colleagues had the same reaction.

“Wow, are we an envoy?”

“I’ve never had such luxury in my life.”

“…I’ve never ridden in the family carriage.”

Asher’s gloomy words were passed, and he had to greet the knights who had gathered before getting on the wagon.

All of them swore allegiance in front of the Sword Saint and moved busily to serve them well.

“Meet Confucius.”

“yes.”

The swordsman nodded roughly and moved to the carriage.

It was like that before, but as a prince of Rousselmani, he had been treated properly, but now it felt a bit excessive.

The swordsman explained the reason simply.

“It looks like the family head liked the things you did recently.”

“So you’re saying you’re getting closer to the heir?”

“You can see it that way. In particular, it seems that they are trying to properly push for this peace talks.”

That is why they provided support on a large scale at the level of an envoy.

Nodding my head, I also got into the carriage.

No matter how luxurious the carriage was, the cushion feeling was different from the moment I entered.

It’s a luxury that I’ve never felt in my previous life.

The most luxurious time in the past was when he was an executive in the Demon King’s Army, but he only lived in a spacious and splendid space and served the demons, but he never felt the sweetness of power.

Because I am a demon, rather than assisting me well, I just succumbed to the composition of power.

Of course, the wagon itself was large enough to seat two people.

Originally, it would be enough for four people to sit down, but the carriage design itself was designed so that two people could comfortably lie down and sit down.

As I sat down like that, a bizarre battle of nerves ensued between the three other girls.

“…the seat next to me is mine.”

Beside Asher, who took out the spear, Raeli raised her sword.

“I can’t give up this time.”

“Me too!”

As Fran shouted, a bloody gaze turned to Fran.

“No, why?”

“You are already taking lessons with Argal.”

“What does this have to do with that… . Ugh!”

Asher’s blow had already been sent to Fran.

…I’m in the mood for catastrophe if I leave this alone.

Offer a compromise solution.

“Wouldn’t it be fine to divide the ride among three people? Even if you don’t know why you want to sit next to me.”

“…I’m strong, do I need to?”

“Even if you’re strong, you’re not going to fight alone.”

It’s not something I want to see the three of us move away from each other.

Asher shook his head at my invitation.

It was Asher’s will that he did not want to yield this time.

“I will definitely be sitting next to you.”

“…That much?”

At Asher’s opinion, Raeli proudly raised the sword.

“I am strong too!”

“you?”

“I can win enough.”

It was amazing confidence.

I was worried for a while when I saw Raeli showing an unexpected appearance.

It happened like this, but I thought it would be okay to fight once and see who was stronger.

I think it will be a good experience, and it’s not a bad environment.

The schedule for the peace talks is not that urgent.

“Reinhardt, do we need to leave immediately?”

“There is a lot of free time. Coincidentally, my knights are also gathered, so it would be okay to observe and give advice.”

As the swordsman looked at Russelmani’s knights, the knights all nodded in agreement with his opinion.

“It’s nice to watch them duel.”

“We will give you unbiased advice.”

As the plate was laid, tension rose between Asher and Raeli.

With both of them in their stance, the knights added comments one by one.

Admiration flowed from the start.

“Certainly, the purple-haired girl has already mastered the basics.”

“I feel sorry for that red-haired girl, but considering that she is a student, she is at a great level.”

Both of them were highly praised, but the opinion of the evaluators was that Asher had the upper hand.

The same is true when swords and spears move.

The sound of colliding cold weapons exploded and flowed, repeating countless collisions.

The knights are amazed by admiration.

“…that doesn’t make sense. It seems to be greater than the newbie knights.”

“Are you really students?”

Even in the midst of such talk, Raeli was getting more and more nervous, as if Asher had the upper hand.

Her body was covered with sweat, and the sword she was wielding gradually began to lose strength.

Certainly, even if her talent was great, Asher was stronger now.

Even so, Asher’s expression was not so good.

She has endured severe training since she was a child and is a force that has advanced.

It wasn’t just power.

However, Raeli was growing stronger at a faster rate than that.

It wasn’t like Asher had made such a ridiculous effort.

If it continues like this, there is no possibility of becoming stronger than Asher.

Still, Asher is stronger now.

It was soon settled.

The sword bounced off, and the spear was pointed at Raeli’s neck.

Raeli laughed.

She is still positive.

Even though he lost, he seemed satisfied because he gained something.

“I lost.”

“…Chit.”

Asher felt like he had lost something and withdrew the spear.

It was a duel that ended in an instant, but all the knights clapped their hands in admiration, and cheered in return for watching the spectacular fight with the maids managing the wagon.

In the meantime, there was someone who made the cheers and applause quiet.

“But it is not enough.”

The swordsman drew his sword.

The star of the sword stood here, surpassing even Raeli’s excessively fast talent and suppressing even Asher’s genius.

Asher looked at the sword castle with a slightly tired expression.

“…why are you?”

“I have something to show you.”

The sword castle is the same as before.

I didn’t set out to teach her something to be considerate of Asher.

Only, since she could bring out the limits of the Sword Saint even a little bit, she moved directly.

Sword Saint tried to use Asher to stand out.

“Try your best attack, Asher.”

“…then what do you get?”

The Sword Master rolled his eyes and suggested something to her.

“I will remodel the wagon.”

“…remodeling?”

“The current wagon has separate spaces for two people, but it makes them stick together.”

Then Asher began to burn all his will.

…No, what the heck does that mean there.

Asher, who prepares for a one-point stab with all his might, even leaves a warning to the swordsman.

“Take this, don’t get hurt.”

“Nothing like that.”

Despite such an appearance, the Sword Master only raised his sword without being intimidated.

…I know what you want to show me.

Swordsman always pursued perfection.

There was nothing special about him.

I don’t prefer to draw out the most power and use the most powerful attacks.

In any case, in any situation, I wanted to use the best offense and defense.

Before returning, the swordsman was bizarrely obsessed with it, perfecting an invincible swordsmanship.

As long as the reason I never landed a proper blow was that swordsmanship.

I don’t think that invincible power will be completed here.

If you made even a small part of it, it would be really great.