That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Those who were sieved in the Academy's selection exam assembled in the Empire from all over the Empire.

So are Bonifarts and Elheit.

Bonifarts was born to the second son of a farmer and, unlike other children of his generation, is interested in academia.

He encouraged academics while serving in a nearby town store, was recognised for his computational ability by the deputy of the land and was nominated, and received a brilliant acceptance notice.

Elheit was born as the youngest son of a small-town craftsman, where he was conscripted, he finds his fitness as a warrior and enters the Fourth Knights "Fiagrao".

And he appeared at the head of it, and came and passed the exam at the election of the Knights General.

They have spoken from Bonifarts because they are about to be old, and have revealed their backgrounds to each other, and have just come to terms with their intentions.

Twenty of them waited for time to come in front of the Imperial Castle.

"Surprisingly, some of you are from civilians. I thought it was just me."

Elheit nods loudly as Bonifarts rounds his watery eyes.

"That's right. His Majesty the Emperor is the owner of the idea of taking civilians. Even Yagami Fai seems to have civilian origins. That's what the Director General said."

"Oh, Lord Bartolomeus, God of War of Light, and Master Manuel of Red Rain?

Bonifarts instantly speaks the two names.

These two were famous for being Yagami Fai from the civilian population.

"I have a reputation for fighting the whole Imperial Knights on my own, is that true? Oh, I'm sorry if I offended you."

Bonifarts says so.

If you belong to the Knights, or you might be offended, you say it and then you realize it.

But Elheit laughs and shakes his neck sideways.

"I can't be angry because it's true. Master Bartolomeus, there is so much rumor that he is stronger than all the Knights of the Empire."

"Uhh... I don't think that's it, no matter how much"

Bonifarts flashed his face.

The Imperial Knights are elites who can't even join the regiment unless they are elites.

When it comes to all the strength of the Knights, it's going to be about 20,000, and the magic equipment being paid for should go into the calculations.

It wasn't very, but it wasn't believable, to be told that just one person would outdo them.

Actually, reactions like Bonifarts aren't that uncommon.

Few doubt that Bartolomeus is the strongest, but ratings are divided in terms of "how strong".

It is also because most people do not know that "Bartolomeus usually wears a limiter".

"You should remember that Yagami Fai is that amazing."

"Ugh, yeah."

Bonifarts teases Elkheit of his good intentions.

Though suddenly unacceptable to him, who was just a mediocre human being, it shouldn't be entirely bullshit either because it's what the active knight says.

Yes, I tell myself.

"Are there other Knights people here?

Elheit nodded and answered Bonifarts's question.

"There are about seven of you from what I've seen. See, that's who's lowering this silver sword that's given to the knight."

That's what he said, lightly tapping the silver sheath hanging from his hips.

When Bonifarts sneaks in and observes, there are certainly seven young men with similar sheaths down their hips.

Are you familiar?

To his inquiry, Elkheit shakes his neck to the side.

"Unfortunately, you don't have one. We're still on the bottom end, so we only know each other in the same Fiagrao. If we go up there, we'll be able to interact with the other Knights."

"I passed the selection exam, but I'm kind of on the bottom line."

Elheit laughed bitterly as Bonifarts stuck to him.

"I don't get many chances to get a handle on it. In the end, we didn't launch a series of demonic raids. Well, it better not be ours. It's a sign of peace."

Bonifarts can tell that he meant it in his case, although it was a remark to be said as an example of a knight.

(You're a good guy. I want this kind of guy to be born)

I still think it must be difficult.

No matter how personable and powerful they are, it is difficult for civilians to be promoted without the opportunity to set a handle.

It should be no exception, so to speak of an empire.

The voice of the chatter heard from here and there stops inadvertently.

The reason is so simple, because the gates of the castle opened and the shadows came out.

Jürgen, Ingway and Manuel, Claude, Bal and Meena also follow.

Not a single one knows the faces of them all, and he says, "I know you're noble, but who the hell are you?" I got the look.