“Keuk, kkeukh…”
How could he not even react properly when I grabbed his neck right in front of my eyes?
I didn't even think it was ridiculous. Rather, anger welled up inside me.
“Say it again.”
“Kkukh…! Th-this crazy guy…!”
This trash was among those who stood resolutely with momentum filled with the will to openly press down to the very end.
He was by no means a weak person.
That was why it was even more disgusting.
A military man, a knight, a person who had been a leader standing before others.
Even though the person with whom he shared obvious hostility was standing right in front of his eyes unscathed.
How could he so easily give away one of the most obvious vital points, the neck?
It couldn't happen. It shouldn't happen.
"Le-let go...! You're doing something irreversible right now...!"
“It is you who is irreversibly broken.”
The leader is responsible for the morale of the entire group.
When the leader collapses, the entire group they lead collapses. The probability of a battle leading to defeat increases exponentially.
That's why a leader can never show weakness in front of others. They can never collapse first.
If a desperate situation arises where retreat is impossible, they must fight until the end, and if they cannot, they must simply die. So that at least one more of their subordinates can survive.
A leader must be that kind of presence.
— Kwaah!
“S-Save me…! Ye-yes! You won. That’s enough, right? So just let go…!”
But what was this guy doing now?
How careless must he have been, how long must he have been living with a rusty and dull blade that he was begging for his life?
Such a person was not qualified to be responsible for the lives of others.
Furthermore, this ugly and unsightly person should not be given the title of the honorably retired former knight commander.
Even the title of loser was excessive. Literally trash.
Trash could just roll around on the ground like trash.
I threw his greasy body towards the bottom of the platform.
— Thud!
"Kkakh! Ugh… Cough, Cough!”
He was in front of the subordinates he had been commanding.
One would feel such a great sense of insult that they would want to apply for a life and death duel.
However, it was questionable whether he really had the courage and self-esteem to do so.
“Pietro de’ Medici. You can challenge me to a duel, or you can use the power of your esteemed family to plan a dirty revenge.”
“Y-you crazy bastard… what on earth do you believe in to go on such a rampage?"
Of course, there was something to believe in.
Among the spoils of war obtained as the price of fighting for one's life and the gifts received as the price of loyalty to the imperial family, there were plenty of things that could easily offset such trivial disputes.
However, the trash didn't need to know that.
“Do I really need to believe in something?”
When I said that with an expression that said I couldn't understand what he was saying, his head, which had been held firm to the end despite rolling on the ground, drooped completely.
Meanwhile, no one even paid attention to the back of the ugly predecessor, who chickened out and frantically started to run away while dropping his appreciation plaques or something.
At this moment.
The gazes of the members of the Black Lion Knight Order, who had come to their senses while I was having a tussle with that guy, were solely focused on me.
The predecessor left behind only an ugly image, but at least by burning at the last moment, he certainly laid the foundation for the successor to lead the unit properly.
In the silence, I met the eyes of my subordinates.
Fear and awe. Expressions as if looking at an unfathomable entity.
Along with those, a torrent of various emotions surged through them, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
But one fact must have been deeply imprinted in the minds of my subordinates.
The clear fact that I, standing in front of them, was their new commander.
* * *
Agnes von Ihelm.
She, who sat at her desk in her office to carry out the first assignment entrusted to her by the new knight commander.
Was suffering from a strange phenomenon that she was experiencing for the first time in her life, which started right after the storm-like inauguration ceremony.
‘My head is hot. Why on earth is my heart beating so hard?'
At first glance, the symptoms seemed similar to those that occur just before the unwelcoming moment that comes every month.
However, there was still a long time left until that day.
“Haa…”
Eventually, unable to focus, she jumped up from her seat, and looking at the mountain of documents, a thought suddenly occurred to her.
'Why am I still trying to do this alone?'
That’s right.
The role of the vice commander was to review completed documents, not to write them from scratch.
Although she had become too accustomed to the abnormal division of duties during this period, there was someone else originally responsible for this work.
— Bang!
The wooden door, firmly locked, made a terrible shattering sound as it gave way.
Agnes, with her light blue ponytail fluttering freely, stormed into the administrative office.
"Administrative Officer!"
“Wh-who… huh, Deputy Commander?"
Leaving the startled monkey-like funny-looking figure behind, she narrowed her eyes and stared at the administrative officer's clean and orderly desk.
It was a stark contrast to the messy desk in the deputy commander's office.
'How comfortable have you been during this time?'
Agnes clicked her tongue. There was no reason to leave it like that anymore.
Finally, it was time for the knight order's administrative system, which had been going backward, to regain its proper place.
“This is a request form for disciplinary action for 550 people. These are the instructions of the newly arrived knight commander, so carry them out as quickly as possible.”
— Thud!
The numerous documents in Agnes' arms were dropped directly onto the administrative officer's desk, creating a heavy sound and a cloud of dust.
“Do you understand?”
A few fluttering pieces of paper brush passed weakly over his thinning hair.
The image of the administrative officer looking at the mountain-like pile of documents with a stupid expression was like an octopus facing a fishing hook.
That truly comical scene was fully captured in Agnes' pale green eyes.
“Puhu!”
Immediately afterward, Agnes tried to leave without looking back with a smile on her lips that unwittingly adorned her face for the first time in a long time.
But the urgent voice of the administrative officer came from behind, halting her in her tracks.
“Deputy Commander! Isn’t this too sudden? If the commander finds out about this..."
“Commander, who are you talking about?”
“Of course, Pietro de’ Medici. Ah...!”
The administrative officer's voice, full of dissatisfaction and protest, trailed off mid-sentence, and his expression gradually turned into despair.
The administrative officer was lazy and incompetent, but he was a shrewd man who was far from being dull. It was natural. If his head had been slow, he wouldn't have become an administrative officer in the first place.
“It has changed now, though?”
If the deputy commander, who was nothing more than a feast of the eyes, suddenly acted like that, something must have happened at the inauguration ceremony or she must have shown herself well to the new commander in advance.
The administrative officer, who looked up once weakly at the face of the deputy commander who was grinning at him, immediately picked up his pen without a protest.
Agnes felt better when she saw that.
'He'll be replaced soon anyway, but until then, he should suffer thoroughly.'
With lighter steps than ever, Agnes returned to her office.
She began to enjoy the awkward leisure she had regained for the first time in years.
Of course, she wasn't just lazing around. She was different from others who equated taking leisure time with not working.
On her desk were the handover materials to be reviewed until the end for the newly inaugurated commander.
'I have to visit the Commander soon. Until then... '
— Tingling!
“Ah… haa… why is it really happening?”
It started again. This time, heat rose in her head and her lower abdomen started to churn. It felt like that day had already arrived.
Since the inauguration ceremony, no… since she saw his figure, this strange phenomenon had begun.
When the commander of the new Black Lion revealed his energy to the world.
'He's truly an admirable person. It's as if he was born to stand above others.'
In the midst of the frightened subordinates and the pressure that tightened her whole body, all Agnes could see was his back.
Wolfgang von Schwarz. The 14th Black Lion Knight Commander.
A man who seemed capable of winning even if he fought against the whole world alone.
As a knight, she faced such a person before her eyes, so how could she not feel a sense of awe?
From the depths of her heart, admiration surged involuntarily, and her face blushed, ashamed of her own weak appearance.
At the same time, a strange thought occurred to her.
How terrible and great was the war that ended in half victory even though such a person participated in it?
She realized how small the world she had known until now was.
Also, how suffocating it was to incur his anger when she showed a clumsy attitude under the energy of the new commander.
'Did you, by any chance, not understand my words correctly?'
The cold anger contained in the commander's low and quiet voice as he whispered in her ear.
Agnes imagined that dreaded sight once again and unconsciously swallowed her saliva.
“Haa… haaa…”
Commander.
It was a word that Agnes had used until now with a meaning not much different from the expression ‘son of a bitch.’
However, since a short while ago, that short word had begun to mean something completely different to her.
A person worthy of endless admiration. A man more manly than anyone else. The epitome of a true knight. The incarnation of overwhelming force. The savior of the Black Lion Knight Order.
"Commander, Commander Wolfgang… the person I will serve from now on.”
Agnes' expression became increasingly hazy as she ruminated on the name of the new knight commander.
Her memories somehow drifted back to the moment she first met the commander before the inauguration ceremony.
'You are an excellent knight.'
"Haa…"
Being acknowledged by the commander. It had undoubtedly made her feel very good.
But now. In Agnes' mind, the meaning of the commander's words was becoming even more specially dyed.
A man who she just thought was all about being a little bigger than others and exuding an extraordinary atmosphere.
As soon as he was newly appointed, he took complete control of the Black Lion Knight Order and proved his ability.
Moreover, when the current commander grabbed the neck of the former commander, whom she hated to see, and slammed his fat body to the floor of the training ground.
How intense and refreshing the surge of joy that swept over her was?
In terms of time, it hadn't even been less than half a day, let alone a day, since they met.
However, in Agnes's mind, the existence of the new commander had already been deeply engraved.
'Again, I want to again receive praise from the commander.'
The commander’s low and deep voice that tickled her entire body. The meaning of acknowledgement contained in it.
Even she didn't know exactly why, but before long Agnes found herself craving the commander's praise.
"Ha!"
As such, Agnes, who had been lost in a sea of unconsciousness with hazy eyes for some time.
Finally was able to come to her senses after experiencing the extremely shameful results her body, which she had lost control over momentarily, had produced.
— Squelch
Because she felt a distinctly different sensation in her lower body.
She hurried to the bathroom to check and found that her underwear was damp with a transparent and sticky liquid.
“Wh-when did this happen…”
At first glance, it does not appear to have been created in a short period of time.
It wasn't just her imagination that she kept feeling like it was that day somehow.
In her childhood, she was so busy swinging her sword that she didn't even glance at her man.
After puberty, due to her striking appearance and uncomfortably large breasts, she had been harassed by the myriad approaches of men.
However, for Agnes, who suffered from a heavy workload, love was a faraway land.
Embarrassingly, she hadn't experienced even the common romantic relationship even by the time she was over 20.
But even as such, she had received basic sex education, so she knew all there was to know.
Feeling a terrible sense of shame and self-loathing, Agnes banged her head against the bathroom wall, roughing up her hair.
“Could it be that I'm a pervert?"
She felt like she knew who was responsible for this, but Agnes desperately wanted to deny reality.
Falling in love at first sight with a man she had just met today, the newly arrived commander, was a beautiful story that would appear in an innocent love story.
However, going into heat and getting the lower part of the body wet in the blink of an eye was beyond strange and vulgar.
“No, I’m not a pervert…”
Amidst this, the scar-covered face of the commander, muttering in disgust, appeared in Agnes's mind.
'To think the deputy commander was a pervert, truly disappointing.'
“Kyaaaa!”
An untimely scream echoed in the office of the deputy commander of the Black Lion Knight Order.
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