I Was Chosen as the Saint’s Husband

256 – Part 2, Episode 84, this is the strongest in the world.

An event held by the Knights Templar around this time every year.

I was surprised when my Majesty said he would participate in a competition that could be considered a bit embarrassing to even be called a swordsmanship competition.

The person who was evaluated in the world was a [warrior with virtue but without military power].

I think this is even more emphasized because in the past, there were cases where heroes who were summoned during chaotic times were [warriors with military power but not morality].

Your Majesty is certainly kind.

He is very kind not only to me, the priest who serves him, but also to the people around him.

If it weren’t for Yeha, I would have sent away my 10-month-old baby with a stomachache without even being able to hug him.

When I think about that day, my body still trembles and my heart aches.

“what’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing…”

Dave and I are the assistants, so most of the time we are stuck together while working.

As I was shaking slightly thinking about that day, Dave held my hand.

Until recently, I was a little lacking as a husband, but after holding my child, I feel like I have changed quite a bit.

Now, rather than saying that he is lacking, should I say that he is a husband who is trying hard even though he may seem lacking because he is younger?

Or maybe Dave wasn’t lacking in the first place.

Maybe it just seemed that way because I wasn’t good enough as a wife.

Well, that’s not important now.

For now, the priority is to infer what our master’s intentions are.

“Do you really want to participate in a swordsmanship competition?”

“That guy said he was going to show me what real power is and everything.”

It seems that Dave heard something from Yeha’s side.

Since we were close friends, it was natural in a way.

From what I heard, Dave started talking to me from day one.

At first, I thought they were the same age and approached her, but it turned out that they had calculated their ages wrong.

It turns out that we are one year older.

In the religious world, being one year older was not that big of a difference, but where we grew up, if you were one year older, you were classified as older brother, older sister, older sister, or older brother, so it felt a little strange.

No… When I think about it, there were very few instances where Dave called me sister.

Maybe I’m not paying much attention to it.

“Real power…”

“The more he does, the more difficult it becomes for us.”

“But everything you do, there is a reason, right?”

“Uhm… I guess so.”

Dave knows too.

There is always a reason for everything you do.

That person rarely acts without thinking.

At the same time, I knew what Dave was worried about, so I lightly patted Dave’s head.

“What? Why are you stroking me all of a sudden?”

“Because I think my husband is kind.”

“What…something like this…”

I’m embarrassed, but Dave is worried that I might get caught up in something troublesome.

At the same time, I am confident that your Majesty will not put us in danger.

It might be a situation where they collide with each other and you don’t know what to do.

Because Dave is kind.

“If you’re that worried, why don’t you try Dave as well?”

“So… you’re going to recommend my husband to a place full of people like that?”

The person Dave pointed to was Mr. Kurt, who was famous for being strong even at the church headquarters.

He had no armor to wear, so he walked around without it. He was carrying a large battleaxe in both hands and wearing a helmet on his head.

Did you say he was over 2 meters tall and weighed over 150 kg?

I heard that the weight was all muscle weight.

However, appearance and personality are not proportional.

They said he was a gentle and kind person who was kind to children, respected the elderly, and loved animals.

I heard you have a wife too.

“Wouldn’t it be okay?”

On the contrary, I think it would be okay since Kurt would take care of Dave, right?

“Well, Kurt is a good person.”

Dave also nodded in understanding.

I think I’ve received swordsmanship instruction a few times before.

Rather, isn’t the problem my husband who points the finger at such a person?

“Dave. You can’t point fingers at other people from now on?”

“What? You’re suddenly acting like your older sister?”

“You’re my older sister, right?”

“Nunnum mungeodeun~”

I think it will be a long, long time in the future before my husband grows up.

I’m only twenty-three, so there’s nothing I can do…

***

As I relaxed my hands with my sword until the preliminaries started, I could feel quite a few eyes on me.

Although I am a warrior, most people were surprised at the fact that I had not shown my strength properly.

After all, it’s right to be gentle in the beginning, right?

But I don’t think there’s a need to look at it too much.

“Then let’s start the preliminaries now!”

The senior priest shouted loudly, as if the application had been closed and everything was sorted out.

It seems that he took over the operation because there were too many people.

Honestly, I think it would be better to take over the operation in this way rather than doing it directly from the Holy Knights.

When it comes to handling things, the priests are much better.

Sure enough, the revealed schedule was like this.

A tournament format in which games are played simultaneously on multiple playgrounds within the church headquarters, and the winner of the game is promoted.

Since this is a tournament with nearly 1,000 people participating, it is said that multiple games will take place simultaneously in the stadium.

In my case, it seems like I can do it here at the stadium without having to move it.

Personally, I think it’s a good thing because walking around is a hassle.

“Then, let’s begin the preliminary round at the 12th Battalion Stadium.”

After people had spread out to their respective stadiums, the notification for the start of the preliminary round rang.

For your information, most of the people who came to the stadium to watch were staying in their seats.

Surprisingly, moving is a hassle.

There was no need to move since the winning candidate was here in the first place.

Plus, there are quite a few people who show interest in me.

They must be people who have surprisingly high expectations for the title of hero.

In previous games, many games were played at the same time, so I was able to play right away.

“The first opponent…”

Oh, it’s bigger than I thought.

Suddenly, from the beginning, you were dealing with a knight instead of a soldier.

The Holy Knights are an order of knights, but they are not just knights.

To be exact, a knight is a combination of an officer and a non-commissioned officer, and below that are ordinary soldiers.

The funny thing is, in order to become a knight, you basically have to live as a soldier.

I heard that there is no case in which one becomes a knight as soon as one joins.

“Please take care of me, Your Majesty the Hero.”

“Please take care of me.”

Looks pretty strong.

If you see that it is wearing silver-bluish armor, it is mithril armor.

If someone wearing mithril armor gets this product…

It’s definitely worth a look.

The knight and I moved from end to end and drew our swords.

Of course, since it is a competition, you should not cut even if it is a real sword.

If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be okay to use a wooden sword? It may be possible, but there’s no point in giving a wooden sword to people who normally train with a real sword.

In my case, I don’t have a problem because I wield a lot of wooden or stone swords, but not everyone else is like that.

“Yes.”

“yes?”

As I was worrying about how much care I should take, the driver spoke to me.

I tilted my head and smiled.

“There is no need for hand-holding.”

His expression wasn’t arrogant or disparaging.

Rather, it was an attitude of asking me to do my best because he knew my strength to some extent and that there was no need for me to show his hands.

Why?

Do you have no intention of winning?

Probably not.

Basically, you participate in a swordsmanship competition to win.

However, that person may be different.

He may have participated because he wanted to mix swords with me at least once.

Then let’s do our best.

Isn’t that really a ‘prosecutor’?

“Oh… that posture…”

“Are you trying to end it right away?”

There was a commotion around.

This is because the posture the knight held was one that had a lot of meaning for a temple knight.

There is no shame in the sword wielded at this moment.

An attitude that puts into action the oath to do your best to become the sword of the goddess.

The driver who showed that attitude must be sincere.

Then I also have to be sincere.

To be vague here is to look down on the goddess.

A posture that has probably been wielded hundreds of thousands of times, including in past lives and even in this life.

Anyone who has started learning swordsmanship adopts a posture familiar to them.

“Gale slash?”

“Aren’t we dealing with them using too simple techniques?”

“But… it seems like something is different…”

Among the sounds coming from around me, there was one person who noticed and a smile came out.

Because the posture I’m holding right now is not the ‘normal’ flurry slash posture.

The flurry of slash is a technique that can be used to check whether the basics of swordsmanship are solid.

I thought that looking at this posture would probably be the quickest way to understand my skills.

We held each other’s posture and preparations were completed.

Now I’m just waiting for the signal to go down.

It’ll probably be over in an instant.

In some ways, our posture was similar to the Iai posture.

At the same time, it was similar to practical swordsmanship in that it did not put the sword in the scabbard unnecessarily.

The driver’s eyes and mine met.

And at that moment…!

To my eyes, the sight of the driver charging towards me was clearly seen as if in slow motion.

***

If I were to ask the people here right now to explain in detail what just happened, would they be able to?

No, at least I can’t.

Even I, who has been swinging a sword for over 30 years, can’t explain it.

Clearly, the knight swung his sword as best as he had sworn.

A very fast and beautiful sword that even I doubt I can block properly.

However, the knight’s opponent, the hero…

His actions were enough to leave those of us watching in a daze.

“In place…swinging slash…?”

That’s right.

A flurry of cuts is a posture that moves quickly and bends the wrist to stab and cut.

However, the warrior used it without moving the slightest bit from its place.

Not relying on acceleration, just the strength of your wrist.

That was no longer the level of humanity.