I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages.

Sisilia was sleeping soundly in her fluffy bed with a smile on her face.

She was having a very happy dream right now.

A dream of newbies arriving. A dream of helping people who were confused after the official opening.

“Sisilia is the best after all!”

“Let’s make a fan club!”

She was receiving praise from the newbies who admired her.

I wish I would never wake up from this dream… she thought at that moment.

Shhh-

A mysterious figure entered Sisilia’s room.

“…..”

Sisilia naturally opened her eyes.

Soon, her dark-adapted vision revealed the intruder.

Height around 180cm. Sturdy build.

‘An intruder…?’

Sisilia could not forgive this.

How dare they fearlessly enter the room of Sisilia, the kingdom’s top beauty.

And the fact that Sisilia sleeps while hugging a rabbit doll is a secret that must never be discovered.

A natural word flashed through Sisilia’s mind.

‘Murder.’

She immediately condensed the wind to create the shape of a sword.

“Wait, wait! I submit! It’s Sword Saint Erterion! Even if our affiliations are different, I’m still your superior!”

“…The Sword Saint is also a stalker?”

“No, what are you even saying! That’s impossible, isn’t it?!”

“You can tell your excuses to the goddess.”

“Uhaha! Tell your excuses to the goddess, huh.”

Sisilia looked towards the window where the voice was coming from, with a face that still seemed half-asleep.

“It’s a masterpiece. The funniest joke I’ve heard in nearly a hundred years.”

Sitting on the window sill, Queen Lydia was laughing so hard that she was wiping away tears.

Reflected in the dim moonlight, she was incredibly beautiful to the point of being mysterious.

“I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want to! How can you rudely enter the room of a grown lady…!”

“But you’re my guardian knight, right? More than anything, I want you and Sisilia to get along.”

Lydia jumped down from the window sill and approached Sisilia.

Wearing a plain white dress as if she had gone out for a drink, with a small figure not much different from an ordinary girl.

However, her gestures and gait were elegant in some way. Even if what she wore was a shabby dress, it could not put even a small scratch on her authority.

“Greetings to Your Majesty the Queen.”

Sisilia knelt on one knee and brought a fist to her heart.

“I allow you to raise your head, Sisilia Windsor.”

At the playful voice, Sisilia raised her head.

As soon as she did, she was poked in the cheek by the Queen’s finger attack.

“Hmm, even if you’re a great swordswoman, it seems you can’t help your bedhead.”

“I apologize.”

“I forgive your rudeness. Because you’re cute.”

The Queen stroked Sisilia’s cheek once, then put her hands behind her back and walked as if dancing.

“Sorry for coming so early in the morning. You must have been very tired.”

“It’s alright. Why did Your Majesty come at such an early hour?”

“I have something to talk about. I came straight after the meeting ended. That old man from the Empire is giving me a lot of stress.”

The Queen stretched playfully with a mischievous face. However, she didn’t look tired at all.

“How did the meeting end? I heard the report, but I want to hear it directly from you.”

“… There’s only one thing that was definitely decided. The emergency control of the Windsor Knights will be lifted, and things will return to normal.”

“A bold decision for such timid children.”

“It’s the judgment of Court Mage Duke Biaten. Maintaining the current situation won’t make things any better anyway.”

“Mmhmm. It seems they listened well to my advice not to fight. Very good. But… there’s no way my children would be satisfied with just that.”

“Yes.”

Though the meeting turned into a farce with silly jokes, Commander Draven’s argument didn’t change.

“The issue of restructuring the Windsor Knights remains. He said he would make a proposal to Your Majesty when morning comes.”

“What does Draven want?”

“I can’t say for sure, but it seems he wants to put the Windsor Knights under his command.”

‘Disbanding them is out of the question.’

In the Lianen Kingdom, the Windsor Knights were not just a simple military force but a ‘symbol.’

Disbanding such a group was unthinkable.

Realistically speaking, the ‘disbandment of the Windsor Knights’ that Draven spoke of was not his true intention.

It’s one of the most basic negotiation techniques – exaggerate to get something smaller that you actually want.

That was probably… operational command authority.

In other words, he wants them to follow his orders.

‘…I wonder what the Queen is thinking.’

Honestly, there was no way to predict it at all.

Perhaps only the goddess could read the mind of the semi-immortal Queen.

“Are you curious about what I think?”

The Queen spoke as if she had peered into Sisilia’s mind.

Sisilia kept silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

‘In the end, it’s likely to go the way the Queen thinks.’

“The Windsor Knights must move independently.”

She raised a finger and said with an alluring smile,

“But… that must be based on trust.”

Sisilia listened intently with tension.

“If they can’t gain their trust, I’m sorry, but I can’t be stubborn either.”

‘I see.’

The Queen wanted the Windsor Knights to continue as they were now.

But at the same time, she didn’t want any complaints.

The way to stop complaints was through achievements. Achievements that anyone would nod their head to.

However, while perfectly understanding the Queen’s intentions, Sisilia was puzzled.

“Why are you telling me this?”

It was strange that the Queen personally came to her and went this far.

To her, who was just a high-ranking knight, not Cairon or Edward?

“Because you saved me once before. I thought you might be able to do it again.”

“Me?”

Sisilia searched her memory. But no matter how much she recalled, there was no such memory.

The Queen whispered as if revealing a very big secret.

“The cat you saved from the tree back then was me.”

“…!”

“I’m rather looking forward to it, Sisilia Windsor. I await your great deeds.”

“Your Majesty! When did you sneak out again… Wait, where are you going! No, why are you turning into a cat again?!”

The Sword Saint chased after the Queen, who fell out the window. Sisilia stood there in a daze.

‘So she could transform into a cat too.’

She thought she would have to be careful even of falling leaves from now on.

A Queen who transforms into animals for surprise inspections. That was a complete disaster.

***

Edward sat in his office, reading reports while bathed in the languid afternoon sunlight.

[Top Secret Document – The Demon Duke’s Attack on the Royal Capital]

– The knights who faced the Duke are all complaining of pain.

– It has been confirmed that even Hyder, one of the top Demon Swords, was unable to respond in any way.

Simulation result: Annihilation.

– However, there was one winning scenario out of 5921 simulations.

– If Sisilia Windsor’s Wind Shear can hold him for about 5 minutes and 30 seconds, it is possible to kill him with the maximum output ultimate techniques of Sword Saint Erterion and Sword Emperor Cairon.

Warning! As a result, the probability of the Royal Capital being destroyed is high.
Warning! High likelihood that Cairon Windsor will disobey orders.
Warning! The maximum limit of Wind Shear observed so far is 2 minutes 29 seconds. Realistically, there is no possibility.

Conclusion: The swordswoman’s judgment to avoid battle is considered to have been the best. Sisilia Windsor’s disposition is illogical.

“…Hyder was right.”

Edward calmly closed the document file.

The kingdom’s mages were excellent. The probability of their analysis being wrong was nearly zero.

“We missed a golden opportunity. As always, the goddess never gives me the one thing I truly want.”

Chuckling as he got up, Edward looked out the window.

Just then, he saw Sisilia walking with an expressionless face.

‘What are you thinking?’

Edward drew a line around Sisilia’s neck, as seen through the window.

His eyes were sharp and his hand movements sensitive.

“Did you really do your best in this report?”

Edward kept seeing Sisilia’s image flickering.

“There are too many dubious parts for that to be the case.”

‘Killing intent.’

When the incident occurred, Edward rushed over immediately.

The killing intent that Hyder saw, Edward saw it too. However, his perspective on interpreting it was a bit different.

It was a fundamental question.

‘Since when could the weak exude killing intent?’

Killing intent is an emotion that comes out when you’re ‘restraining’ the desire to kill.

Of course, there are times when foolish weaklings reveal undeserved killing intent.

Edward felt Sisilia had ‘deliberately’ let the demon go.

“But why?”

If that guess was true, then this question remains.

For what purpose?

‘Could it be that she wanted to prevent harm from coming to people?’

If that was the case…

If she let the demon go for such a trivial reason…

Drip.

“Too,”

A tear fell from Edward’s eye.

It was filled with so much pity that it couldn’t be more miserable.

“Too pitiful.”

He shook his head as he wiped away the tears.

What a contradiction for a knight to be unable to kill an enemy out of fear of insects getting hurt.

‘Cairon. It must be because of him. That her brilliant talent lost its light.’

He didn’t like Sisilia.

She had the audacity to doubt him and constantly got on his nerves.

But like it or not, she was a member of the Windsor Knights.

Pitiful was pitiful.

Edward opened the drawer with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sisilia. I… can’t save you.”

He took out a sheet of paper from inside.

It was a mission order that looked quite old.

“Only in this way.”

Knock knock-.

At that moment, a faint knocking sound was heard.

A light presence, as if the wind was standing there.

Even without hearing the voice, Edward knew who was standing before the door.

He said with a prepared smile,

“Come in, Sisilia.”

Creak-.

Sisilia entered, looking a bit cautious.

“Sorry for calling you on your day off.”

“No, it’s alright. I had something to say too.”

“Something to say?”

“Thank you for last time.”

She bowed her head with perfect etiquette.

‘…What is she thankful for?’

Edward couldn’t understand. And he stiffened at the following words.

“I thank you for pointing it out. It was a big help.”

‘This report should have gone to Sisilia too. Then, is she being sarcastic?’

His obvious mistake had already been revealed through the report.

Deliberately mentioning it again was nothing but sarcasm.

Of course, Sisilia simply thanked him innocently, saying, ‘Thanks to Edward, I was able to bring tomato sauce.’

“No way. I’m sorry about that time. I was flustered and panicked too.”

“No. It was a reasonable point. I want to repay you somehow… Is there anything you want from me?”

‘This is absurd.’

It was a very irritating attitude, but this time Edward could endure it.

“Of course there is.”

He was very interested in what the result of what was about to happen would be.

“There’s one thing I realized from this incident.”

Edward slowly flipped through the documents and raised his head.

“How weak the Windsor Knights have become recently.”

He threw out with a smile. But that smile was somehow ominous.

“Can you train the apprentice knights a bit? I found a suitable dungeon.”

Sisilia momentarily flinched.

“…A suitable dungeon?”
“Yes. Suitable.”

Sisilia, scanning the mission order quickly, seemed to be thinking something briefly.

Edward waited leisurely while drinking tea.

If she reported to Cairon, she could probably refuse that. But she wouldn’t be able to refuse.

‘Do you know why a viper is scary, Sisilia?’

She had grown up receiving the wrong home education while still young.

‘Even though you know it has venom, you don’t know how strong that venom is.’

He hoped she would realize it herself through this incident.

In the end, what this world needs is not trivial insects, but talented individuals.

“No.”

Edward’s relaxed expression shattered.

“What?”

“A suitable one is too tame. Find me an unresolved one.”

“Un, unresolved dungeon?”

Sisilia nodded.

“We need to go to at least that level for it to be training.”

“…..”

Edward had no idea what Sisilia was thinking with that small head of hers.