Chapter 11 Okay... Will this be the first girl Caesar wants to take the initiative?

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...Oh my day, Artoria is too king.

This is the only thing Caesar wants to say after hearing Noel's words.

This would be too pitiful... Why did this guy, c.c choose a guy who can't even take care of himself as the king? Caesar frowned, and the inexplicable feeling of being close to him made Caesar want to help.

After all, Caesar, who didn't know what was going on, only thought that Artoria was just an introvert caused by lack of communication since childhood. When he realized that he was wrong, a lot of things had happened...

"The competition is about to begin, and the referee has signaled the Cavaliers to take their place." Noel pulled Caesar, "Then let me tell you what the Cavaliers should do. This is not a regular competition, and the two players on the field do not seem to have found the auxiliary. The horse racing status check, whether the Knight's equipment and rifle are intact, whether the Knight's mental state is excellent, and the on-site tactical adjustments and arrangements... These are all things that should be learned!"

"...I can only do half of this." Caesar shrugged, "Besides, she did a good job without me."

"Yes... Caesar just needs to teach her how to become stronger..." Noel pouted.

Caesar smiled secretly and then said, "So Noel, can a Knight assistant partner with two people?"

"Ha?" Noel's eyes flashed with light, and then he shook his head in disappointment, "No, the Cavaliers and the Cavaliers are non-essential competition combinations stipulated by the official. They have to register to establish files before the game, so Caesar also has to come to school, at least to obtain relevant results that meet the registration rules."

"... Then I will teach you something privately, what do you think?" Caesar touched his nose.

"Is it OK?" Noel shouted in surprise, "Is it OK? But...Svia?"

"I will tell that person, I believe she will not object to anything." Caesar glanced at Svia, "If she had any objections or dissatisfaction with this, then she would never have thought of defeating Hannibal in her life, and I would not have much effort on a waste."

"Svia is of course not that kind of person!" Noel shouted, then whispered, "It's just... I feel like I'm taking advantage of her, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Didn't you say it? This game gives everyone a chance to face their destiny fairly. I teach Svia just to let her beat Noel, and teach you because she likes you." Caesar smiled slightly, "You just firmly think that I can help you? Maybe my experience is not of much use for the Cavaliers' game..."

"So, I have never missed my eyes!" Noel glanced at Caesar.

"Inexplicable intuition, but very accurate." Caesar smiled and looked at the field. After the two knights greeted each other and saluted each other, they walked like their own war horses. The next thing was to charge each other along the fence and use a rifle to get points, thus winning. However, unlike the black armor that directly boarded the horse, Sivia took off her gloves when she was a distance away from the war horse, changed her thumb and index finger into a ring, put it in her mouth, and gently whistled.

A clear and beautiful voice sounded, and the pure white horse suddenly turned from the static sculpture into a howling wind, neighing and began to sprint. When it ran past Sivia, the girl wearing gloves jumped up and rode firmly on the back of the war horse. The rifle pointed diagonally towards the sky in her hand quickly retracted to the vertical towards the sky, and then slowly fell down, pointing flat to the opponent on the opposite side, and adjusting its initial position.

The high-speed horse ran forward and steadily under her control. The wind blew the long golden hair neatly combed from the back of the helmet, and the white cloak roared in the wind, and the whole person was like a white lightning flashing across the training ground.

"It can still be like this..." Noel turned around and said to Caesar, "As you can see, this is one of the tricks of the rifle competition. The knight's understanding of riding skills and war horses is reflected in all aspects and is used in actual combat. For the knight, the mount is the most loyal comrade, and the tacit cooperation between the knight and the war horse is also a scoring point."

"There are so many tricks..." Caesar sighed.

"So you're called the "Game-striking Arrow Competition," Noel nodded, "This is just one of the competition events."

"There are other ones?" Caesar asked.

"There are a lot..." Noel shrugged, "Let Svia tell you those, there is no time to say them."

"...Hey, don't imitate me." Caesar gave a thunderbolt, and Noel hugged his head and stuck out his tongue. At the same time, the two sides fought for the first time. With a muffled sound, they fought with a gun three times. The two passed by, and no one was dismissed.

If there is no victory or defeat, then the second battle should be held.

The two walked along the left and right fences, then turned the horse's head and let the horse adjust its state briefly to prepare for the next charge.

"Cabinet charge..." Caesar suddenly remembered the moment when a team of hundreds of velociraptors drove the dragon beast to charge against more than a dozen members of the God of War Guards during the counterattack. Although the ending was completely dismembered, the tragic period was remembered by Caesar.

"When we were conducting the first training session of the Knights tutorial, our mentor said to us..." Noel's face became solemn. "When a knight starts charging, he must forget everything - forget life and death, forget soul and existence, forget memory and holy light, because in the next time, there is only charge! Charge! Charge! Without breaking through the enemy's array, then you must never look back."

"...You are already a mid-stage paladin of the sixth stage, and you probably don't have the chance to fight such a low-level battle." Caesar smiled, "Even if you arrive at the battlefield, your mission is probably to guard against the opponent's high-end professionals, rather than leading the cavalry to charge."

"No matter what, with the numerous comrades, they began to raid overwhelming raids, and countless knights whistled to smash all enemies along the way. This is almost the desire of all knights." Noel curled his lips, "Don't disturb the girl's dream."

"Yes..." Caesar's eyes turned to the battle situation and suddenly smiled, "Svia is going to win."

"Is that so, let me see," Noel shouted, poking her body out of the fence, looking at it a few times, his eyes lit up, "Yes, Sivia's gun-holding posture is still the same as before, but her opponent has raised her gun slightly. Using her arms to support her gun, it means that the attack in the first round has cost her a lot of money. She feels that there is no hope of winning the long-term battle, and it is time to decide the outcome in one battle!"

Caesar looked at Noel deeply: "It seems that you said you were going to beat Svia, and you didn't seem to be lying."

"Although geniuses can be divided into high and low, I think I should be considered a genius no matter how you say it." Noel smiled very brightly. How could he say that this is indeed a generous girl. Caesar thought that all the frank women were in the north, but now it seems that there are also extraordinary people in the south.

Sure enough... the first strike came out with all its strength, but the power of riding the gun was guided from the side by Siviya, who was already prepared, and then rode the gun and fought back, sweeping off the opponent. Everyone's armor was made of enchanting armor made of heavy gold, which could protect the knights well, and both physical protection and magic defense could protect the knights. Moreover, the sand on the training ground was fine and even fine sand.

...Even if he is really injured, the eighth-level principal is in charge of the college. No matter how serious the injury is, it is just a matter of a holy light bomb.

"It's very decisive." Caesar smiled slightly, and looked at Siviya who was turning over and dismounting the horse and walked towards the opponent who fell off the horse. Of course, the other party was fine. The moment he fell to the ground, he supported the ground with his hands, and stood on the ground with a force of turning over and jumping. The people around him heard a loud cheer. The two seemed to communicate for a moment. Siviya waved to the onlookers, then walked towards the exit. Naturally, everyone rushed to the exit.

"So... what's your evaluation of her?" Noel smiled.

"...Apart from unnecessary fancy moves, it's really perfect, from all aspects." It's just a variety of rifle competition. As Noel said, although the results of the battle are used as the benchmark for judgment in the variety of rifle competition, this is not all - so he almost barely passed. Hannibal really gave me a big and small problem...

"Well, I said it was a variety of tricks to ride a gun." Noel waved his hand, "How is it? Sivia's words are really at its peak. If she wants to get further tempered in her skills, she can only wait until she can see further after advancing to the seventh level. So how do you want to hone her? Through other combat skills, she will go further, or find a way to get her to advance?"

"...Who knows, everything needs to be understood in detail before we can decide." Caesar shrugged.

"Then...if Svia's opponent is you..." Noel said something.

"...If this rule is not used, no combat skills or skills can be used, the eighth-level paladins may not be my opponent, as long as my horse is strong enough." Caesar smiled, "No skills are used, everyone only has martial arts and physical strength. Unfortunately, I have an absolute advantage in the latter, and I don't think the former will lose too much to them... Haha, whether it is a man, a horse, an armor or a rifle, I just need to be touched by my rifle, even if it is a little bit, I can pull him away with the man and a horse..."

"...I don't know why I feel like you are not lying." Noel looked horrified, "...Are you a human-shaped dragon?"

"...It's a good thing to have rich imagination, but it's wrong to think about it." Caesar smiled, "Let's go... Maybe Sviya should start looking for us. I'm the only seventh level in the audience. She is close to breaking through and will definitely have some sense. As the student president, for private matters, everyone should come to me to take a look."

As Caesar said, the commotion was getting closer and closer, and the crowd slowly separated, giving way to Sivia who had taken off the helmet. The girl knight who had not taken off her armor certainly had a unique charm. Sure enough, she walked straight towards Caesar.

"You are Caesar... classmate, and Noel is here too." Seeing an outsider here, Svia changed her mouth. She seemed to have learned the news, "This is not a place to speak. If you can, can you make some time?"

"... Then I, the person who is in trouble, will leave first! Caesar, remember to come and see my game if you have time." Noel jumped away, and he was really a lively child. Caesar turned to Svia and smiled, "Of course, I came for this. But as noon approaches, you have to invite a lunch."

"Of course." Sivia nodded slightly.

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"...Don't be nervous, you don't look like a panic." Caesar took a sip of black tea and keenly found that Sivia was a little restless, "Isn't this your territory? There is no reason to be nervous in such an atmosphere..."

"...Please don't say that, His Majesty Caesar." Svia put down the teacup and smiled bitterly, "Even if I am, it will take some time to adapt to the legendary characters. In fact, I was shocked when I heard my brother's arrangements. To be honest, I was really a little nervous - because of my identity and brother's relationship, I can see some information."

"...You don't have to think about it and know what bad things are written in it." Caesar rolled his eyes.

"No... I always feel that someone as amazing as Your Majesty suddenly became my teacher. It's too incredible." At this point, Siviya immediately stood up, and her body movements made her huge chest sway up and down. Caesar was shocked, but Siviya just bowed deeply, "I'm really sorry, although I'm not worthy of being your disciple with my qualifications, this opportunity is really rare. I also really hope to defeat my brother, so I can only ask you for advice!"

...This one is also a honest man. Caesar sighed in his heart, then stood up and pushed Svia back to his seat: "You are Hannibal's sister, so you are not an outsider with me, so you don't need to call Your Majesty. Although you are the king of the North, few people in the North call me Your Majesty, and they call you all outside..."

"...Well, Caesar...student..." It was so difficult to call me. Really, I want you to call me my name directly.

"I'm sorry, I need time to adapt... it will take about three days." Sivia nodded, "And speaking... my brother's self-decision really causes you trouble, he has always been like this..."

"It's okay... I have a sister, I know how to care about my sister." Caesar smiled hypocritically.

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