◇Pendora◇
I peek at the training school from the shadow, and just as the noble earlier has feared, they're practicing in a systematic order like an army would.
"Don't forget your role! The three spear users stab from the sides of the two shield-bearers! The scout doesn't need to participate in the battle. Devote yourself in checking the surrounding so that the other five can safely concentrate on the enemies!"
The instructors who are acting as the monsters are giving directions to the six trainee.
There are three groups of people who are doing the same kind of training in the courtyard. It seems there are also some instructors who aren't participating in the training, maybe they're for surprise attacks.
"Suspicious guy~?"
My heart had almost stopped from the sudden voice and cold sensation on my neck.
A catkin girl who's wearing some curious pink clothes that's appeared out of nowhere is holding a short sword against my neck.
I'm weak in battles, but good at sensing presences.
Yet I didn't notice her at all....
"Stop, he's just a minstrel."
I thought that my heart would really leap out of my mouth this time.
Before I knew it, a hand that's appeared from behind me pinches the short sword with its slender fingers.
When I timidly turned my head, there was the figure of the smiling Chevalier Pendragon.
He apologized for the catkin girl's impoliteness and told me to ask for permission from the office if I wanted to observe the training.
Still, just when did he appear?
--Perhaps, from the beginning?
I turned toward the direction he was walking, but no one was there.
Yet, his bottomless smile remained in my mind forever.
I wonder if the day when I sing his story will come.
As if scolding my timid heart, I pat the lute I hold in my chest.
Right now I understand the feeling of a knight who's facing off a dragon.
I am Barido, a reckless minstrel of the labyrinth city. Someday, I will surely spin a tale that'll be handed down to the future generations.
The name of that tale is--