Editing Saijaku Muhai no Bahamut:Volume 6 Episode 3 (section)

===Part 5===

「……So this is where you are, Sir Singlen.」

Outside the outer wall of the practice ground’s ring, the metal window bars that were set at the high ground.

At the audience seats which were created not for military officers making use of the facility, but for important guests who visited, the Blue Tyrant──Singlen Shelbrit was crossing his legs while sprawling down.

The tip of his excess sleeve fluttered from his casual hand wave. That was his only response to his subordinate’s voice.

That overcoat with a strange design was a special item even among the White Ridge Knight Order of the Blackend Kingdom.

It was something specially developed by combining a pilot suit with a Drag-Ride’s armor, an item that was called armor suit.

The man who called out to him had half his face hidden with a white helmet, the long hair that was peeking out from the gaps belonged to a man with age past middle-aged.

In contrast to Singlen who had a small stature like a young boy, this man was an owner of a tall body that was approximately 2 mel.

「You are going to a catch cold if you stay in this kind of place. In the first place, something like the promotion exam of this Class isn’t something that will be worth watching for you at this point.」

His tone was calm and courteous.

But, the voice of the old knight was containing an emotion that couldn’t be hidden even with his attitude of keeping up appearances.

Disdain and disgust toward the weak. And then, something like an irritation.

That old knight was giving off a personality that was characteristic of a soldier who had overcome being on the verge of death several thousand times, and came to consider only strength and carrying out one’s duty as righteousness.

「This show is not something that contemptible. There is a way to enjoy a game as a game. You are too serious. How about you relax for a bit huh, Zweigbergk?」

Singlen smiled while lightly shaking the wine glass that was filled with crimson liquid.

Even after being soothed like that, it seemed that the old knight called Zweigbergk found it hard to agree with his master’s words. He kept silent.

「You see, Zwei. I’m different from you, I don’t have a taste that is unable to enjoy fellow small fries killing each other. Something that is really not worthy to be watched, is a fight that is only of pretension. I call something like that a farce. It doesn’t matter even if it’s this very patient and tolerant me, I won’t be able to endure it if I’m made to see such a thing in front of my eyes. A small fry of that level won’t even become useful to measure the Black Hero. Just watching is a pointless waste of time.」

「Then, my lord──」

「Yeah, I’ll leave cleaning up this alcohol to you. I’m going to ascertain that guy’s true character.」

Singlen threw the glass that still had wine remaining in it to the old knight and he quickly cleared out the sheath in his sword belt.

He formed that strange smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and at the same time he directed his sharp eye glint to below.