I’ll Live My Second Life!

69

Crowe had an archery on the young knights.

Crowe is not so much of a veteran either, but that kind of work comes around because he’s good with people.

“Regards!

With such a greeting, a young knight holds his sword and is challenged to the Crow.

When Crowe avoided the vertical slaughter of the full body unleashed by the young knight in the wind of nothing, he gently slapped his neck with the back of his sword with minimal motion around the side.

“You’re putting too much effort into a blow. Every time you hit it, it’ll be a good gap for the opponent.”

“Yes!

The young knight nodded in cold sweat, avoiding the blow of his own full body and taking a light neck.

“Next.”

“Yes, please!

The next knight also waves many times trying to put his sword on Crowe, but in a light motion Crowe avoids it. And when I tried to wave my sword on the horizontal giraffe, I put a blade on it to tangle it up, and I blow my sword away.

“I’m desperate to hit it, and I’m on my way. Don’t be in a hurry because you’ve been avoided.”

“Yes……”

Then again, a young knight is challenged, but no one has been bladed by a crow.

The young knights were surprised when they heard it was serious training, but they had no choice but to be convinced that they were so powerful.

I’m a senior who usually has a floating attitude, talks about girls and feels more intimate than respectful, but when I’m shown its strength, my impressions change completely.

That’s why the young knights renewed my respect for Crow, but when it comes to Crow like that, I’ve been feeling my gaze since just now.

The young knights haven’t noticed, but someone is still gazing at Crowe’s back. The place was from among the tree branches thriving behind the training place.

“Well, think about the bad things you just taught me, and practice your own.”

“Yes!”

When Crowe gave instructions to the young knights, he turned to the tree where the Lord kept sending his gaze.

“What are you…? Heath.”

I approached the tree and looked up, and there was Heath looking at me, lying down like a cat on a thick branch of a tree.

There was a crease between his eyebrows.

I thought I’d go back to the rally point, Phee, but I couldn’t help but feel awkward. So when I heard about Mr. Crowe taking on the knights’ training over here, he came.

“I said I wanted to be silly…”

“Ha, why are you doing that again…”

Crowe put his head around his neck to the words that were spouted in a much more rubbing way.

Fee told Crowe about the situation and made him listen.

“I see.”

“I want to – is that what it’s always been like for a girl? Is something wrong?

I ask Crowe, who wants to be closest to me, why he wants to be so cold with girls.

“Finally, the time has come to talk to you and make you listen… That was when he was 14. He’s with a neighboring countess.”

Crowe talks about Ior’s circumstances when he gets a serious look.

“- What a story. It’s always been like that from my childhood… By the time I was 7, I made the princess of my neighboring country, who had been blinded to him, cry cancer through no conversation during the party and develop into an international problem in jeopardy. All I can say is that I’m already born…”

I didn’t.

Crowe’s expression telling a blasted story seemed a little sinking, back to back with the words he also joked about.

Though Ior and I are good friends, he, too, by this nature alone, had a look like that, that he was feeling a problem or had to be frightened.

“Really…”

If they say I was born, there’s nothing I can do.

Fey could only snort, too.