"Cheok, Keheok…"
He didn't even react properly when someone grabbed his balls right in front of him.
I don't even think it's funny. Instead, I'm filled with anger.
"Say it again."
"Keukhak…! This, this crazy guy…!"
This trash was one of those who stood there with the will to suppress him openly until the end.
He was definitely not a weak person.
That's why he's even more disgusting.
A soldier, a knight, and a leader who stood in front of others.
The enemy who was clearly hostile to him right in front of him didn't fall down and was still standing.
He gave up his neck, one of the most obvious weak points, so easily?
That can't happen. It shouldn't happen.
"Let go, let go…! You're doing something irreversible right now…!" "You're the one who's irreparably broken."
The leader is responsible for the morale of the entire group.
If the leader falls, the entire group he was leading will fall. The probability of the battle ending in defeat increases exponentially.
That's why you should never show weakness in front of others. You should never fall first.
If a desperate situation arises where you can't retreat, you should fight until the end, and if that doesn't work, you should just die. So that at least one more of your subordinates can survive.
That's what a leader is supposed to do.
—Gwaaak!
"S-save me...! That, that's right! You won. Is that enough? So just leave me alone...!"
But what is this guy doing right now?
How careless has he been, how long has he lived with a rusted and dull blade, that he's barely begging for his life like this?
This kind of person is not qualified to take responsibility for someone else's life.
Also, this ugly and ugly author should not be given the title of former commander of the knights who stepped down with honor.
Even the title of loser is excessive. Literally trash.
Trash should roll around on the ground like trash.
I threw his greasy body towards the bottom of the stage.
—Cheol-pudeok!
"Kuha! Euheu… Gulp, Gulp!"
He was in front of the subordinates he had been commanding.
He must have felt such a great insult that he wanted to challenge them to a duel to the death.
However, I doubt the author has the courage and guts to do so.
"Pietro de Medici. You can challenge me to a duel, or you can plan a dirty revenge play using the power of a prominent family."
"Uh, crazy bastard… What on earth are you believing in to do such a thing?"
Of course, there was a corner of him that believed.
Among the spoils of war and the rewards he received for his loyalty to the imperial family, there were many things that could easily be covered up by such trivial disputes.
However, that piece of trash didn't need to know that.
"Do I really have to believe something?"
When I said that with an expression that seemed like I couldn't understand what he was saying, his head, which had been held up stiffly until the end, completely fell down despite rolling on the ground.
Meanwhile, no one paid any attention to the back of his ugly predecessor, who had started to run away without even a plaque or something, leaving behind a heap of apology letters.
At this very moment.
While I was struggling with him, the eyes of the Black Lion Knights who had come to their senses were focused solely on me.
My predecessor left behind only an ugly appearance, but at least he had burned his last moments and laid a solid foundation for his successor to properly lead the unit.
In silence, I faced my subordinates.
Fear and awe. An expression as if looking at an incomprehensible being.
A torrent of other emotions were surging through me, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
But one thing must have been deeply engraved in my subordinates' minds.
The clear fact that I, standing before them, was their new leader.
Agnes von Ihelm.
She sat down at her desk in her office to carry out her first mission as the new Grand Master of the Knights.
She had been suffering from an unfamiliar phenomenon that had started immediately after the stormy inauguration ceremony.
'My head feels hot. Why on earth is my heart beating so fast?'
At first glance, it seemed similar to the symptoms just before the unpleasant moment that came every month.
However, there was still a long way to go until that day.
"Whew..."
In the end, she couldn't concentrate, so she suddenly stood up and looked at the piled up documents. A thought suddenly occurred to her.
'Why am I still trying to do this alone?'
That's right.
The role of the vice-president was to review the completed documents, not to write them from beginning to end.
She had become overly accustomed to the abnormal division of labor, but there was someone else who was originally supposed to take on that task.
—Bam!
The sound of the wooden door that had been firmly locked shattering.
Agnes stormed into the administrative office, her blue ponytail flying wildly.
"Administrator!" "Who, who... Huh, Vice-president?"
Leaving behind the ridiculous sight of a startled monkey, she narrowed her eyes and stared at the administrative officer's neat and tidy desk.
It was a stark contrast to the messy desk in the vice-president's office.
'How comfortable have you been all this time?'
Agnes clicked her tongue. There was no reason to leave it like that anymore.
It was finally time for the Knights' administrative system, which had been going backwards, to find its place.
"This is a form for requesting disciplinary action for 550 people. It is the order of the new Knight Commander, so please carry it out as quickly as possible."
—Thud!
The numerous documents in Agnes' arms were thrown onto the administrator's desk with a heavy sound and a cloud of dust.
"Do you understand?"
A few fluttering sheets of paper passed helplessly over her thin hair.
The administrator looked like an octopus facing a fishhook, staring blankly at the mountain of documents.
That truly ridiculous sight was captured in Agnes's light-colored eyes.
"Phew!"
Immediately afterwards, Agnes unconsciously smiled for the first time in a long time and tried to leave without looking back.
The urgent voice of the administrator was heard from behind her, grabbing her.
"Vice-Chief! Isn't this too sudden! If the director knows about this fact…"
"Director, who are you talking about?" "Of course, Pietro de Medici. Ah...!"
The administrator's voice, full of complaints and protests, suddenly cut off, and his expression gradually turned into despair.
The administrator was lazy and incompetent, but far from dull, he was a quick-witted person. It was only natural. If his mind had been slow, he would not have become an administrator in the first place.
"You've changed now?"
Seeing the vice-chairman, who had been nothing more than a showpiece, suddenly acting like that, something must have happened at the inauguration ceremony or he must have shown the new director well in advance.
The administrator, who had looked up at the vice-president's face, who was snickering at him, quickly picked up his pen.
Agnes felt relieved when she saw him.
'You're going to be replaced soon anyway, so just work hard until you're about to get fired.'
Agnes returned to her office with lighter steps than ever before.
She began to enjoy the awkward leisure she had regained after years.
Of course, she wasn't just playing around. Unlike others who equated leisure with not doing any work.
On her desk were the handover documents that she was going to review for the new president.
'I have to visit the president soon. Until then…'
—Tingle!
"Ah… Haa… Why are you like this?"
It was starting again. This time, her head was burning hot and her stomach was starting to groan. It felt like that day had already arrived.
The strange phenomenon that started from the inauguration ceremony earlier, no… after seeing that figure.
When the new leader of the Black Lions showed his spirit to the whole world.
'He is truly an admirable person. It's as if he was born to stand above others.'
Amidst the panicked appearance of his subordinates and the pressure that was squeezing his entire body, the only thing that caught Agnes' eyes was his back.
Wolfgang von Schwarz. The 14th Commander of the Black Lion Knights.
A man who seemed capable of defeating the whole world even if he fought alone.
As a knight, how could I not feel awe when I saw such a person in front of me?
My heart raced with respect that welled up from the depths of my heart, and my face blushed in shame at my own weakness.
At the same time, a strange thought occurred to me.
How terrible and great must the war have been that ended in a half-victory despite the participation of such a person? I realized how narrow the world was, so I was crushed by the new leader. Agnes once again swallowed the words,
"Huh ..."
Overwhelming incarnation of the knight. "Master, Master Wolfgang… the one I will serve from now on."
Agnes' expression became increasingly hazy as she recalled the name of the new Master.
Her memory was already going back to the moment when she first met the Master before the inauguration ceremony.
'You are a great knight.'
"Haa…"
When the Master acknowledged her. It certainly felt great, needless to say.
But now. The meaning of the Master's words was becoming even more special in Agnes' mind.
The man she thought was just a little bigger and more extraordinary than others.
As soon as he was newly appointed, he proved his ability by completely controlling the Black Lion Knights.
In addition, when the current captain grabbed the neck of the previous captain, who was so ugly, and threw his fat body to the training ground floor.
How strong and refreshing was the wave of joy that swept over her?
In terms of time alone, it had not even been half a day since they had met.
However, the existence of the new knight captain was already deeply engraved in Agnes' heart.
'Again, I want to be praised by the captain once again.'
The captain's low and thick voice tickled her whole body. The meaning of recognition contained in it.
Even she herself did not know the exact reason, but Agnes found herself craving the captain's praise.
"Hot!"
Agnes, who had been lost in a sea of unconsciousness with her hazy eyes for a while,
was able to come to her senses only after experiencing the extremely embarrassing results of her body that had been losing control for a while.
—Slimy
Because she felt a clear sense of incongruity in her lower body.
She quickly ran to the bathroom to check, and at some point her underwear had become soaked with a transparent, sticky liquid.
"Wow, when on earth did this happen…"
At first glance, it didn't look like it had been created in a short period of time.
It wasn't just my imagination that I kept feeling like it was that day.
When she was young, she had been swinging her sword so much that she didn't even pay attention to men.
After puberty, she had unintentionally developed a striking appearance and cumbersomely large breasts, and had suffered from countless men approaching her.
However, for Agnes, who was suffering from overwork, love was a story from a distant land.
To her shame, she had never had a single relationship before she was over twenty.
But even so, she had received basic sex education, so she knew everything.
Feeling terribly ashamed and guilty, Agnes banged her head against the bathroom wall and roughly grabbed her hair.
"Maybe I'm a pervert?"
She thought she knew who had caused this, but Agnes desperately wanted to deny reality.
Falling in love at first sight with a new boss, a man she had just met, was a beautiful story that could appear in a sweet romance story.
Being horny in an instant and soaking her lower body was a story that went beyond strange and was extremely vulgar.
"No, I'm not a pervert…"
Meanwhile, the image of the captain's scarred face muttering with disgust was coming to mind in Agnes's head.
'The vice-captain was a pervert, how disappointing.'
"Gyaaaaah!"
An unexpected scream echoed through the vice-captain's office of the Black Lion Knights.