The Curious Holy Knight

The sound of clinking swords sounded. Repeatedly and is a daily life in this place. Although they are in the temple, practicing swords is a must. 

Aska wiped his sweat, the hot weather and hard training. Even though he was wearing a simple T-shirt, sweat still flooded him.

"Recently, I have often heard the residents praise the king of Vincent." A knight spoke casually. The smile on his face was so wide and he looked disdainful. 

"That poor King Vincent? I'm not sure what you're saying it is, it could just be a nasty rumor. Lie for the sake of making his name well." The other knight laughed when he said that, he looked at his friend who then joined in the laughter. 

"But at yesterday's race, King Vincent seemed to be strong." He held his chin, thinking with interesting eyeballs. A hint of interest arose.