I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages.

TN: Read the tl corner. Merci.

The scenery flowing past the window shone transparently, reflected by the warm sunlight.

The walls were finished with dark walnut wood, evoking an antique feeling, and a carpet with an aristocratic pattern softly enveloped the floor.

...At least they booked the most expensive room. Sisilia sighed.

"What a ridiculous world. A train in the Middle Ages."

With that level of technology, shouldn't there be cars and guns too?

Sisilia gazed out the window with dazed eyes, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind.

'This is like exile no matter how you look at it.'

'Save the Gartan territory in crisis.'

If it was Gartan, it was the most isolated region on the Western front.

For such a place to send an SOS, it must mean the situation is very bad...

Do they want her to go support it alone?

Putting aside how much she detested going to the point of wanting to cry, how could she face the Marquis of Gartan out of embarrassment?

'I am the support force of the Windsor Knights!'

Romantically shouting it was impossible. War wasn't child's play.

"...Should I run away?"

Sisilia was depressed.

But no matter what method she used, refusing a royal command from the queen was impossible.

She even asked for at least 10 regular knights to accompany her, but that was rejected too.

In the end, she was half-kicked out and boarded the 'westbound train' with just one travel bag.

She didn't even remember how she packed and left.

"Haa..."

Only sighs come out in this hopeless situation.

'...Just the round trip to the west takes 3 days. With a Sword Maiden's specs, it seems impossible to stabilize the front even in a year.'

Sisilia calmly calculated.

'It's hopeless... I'll have to secretly use Sword Emperor skills. I'll resolve it within this week.'

Sisilia activated her happiness circuit to the fullest.

Anyway, if she quickly finishes this mission, from then on, it's free time.

They wouldn't overwork the cute female knight who returned from the battlefield.

When she left, Cairon was extremely angry and looked like he would storm into the palace.

Sisilia, her calculations set, quietly closed her eyes.

'Let's sleep plenty until I arrive. And when I do, clean the battlefield in the shortest time possible.'

***

"Ma'am, I will check your ticket."

The train attendant who opened the door to Room 6 spoke politely.

Inside were a middle-aged man and a girl who looked quite young.

His gaze fixed on a book, the man took out his identification document and ticket from inside his jacket.

The attendant, after briefly checking, politely handed over the ID.

Next, he checked the girl's identity, bowed his head, and left.

"A knight of Windsor?"

When the man who had been only looking at the book spoke, the girl spacing out flinched.

"Ah, ap-, apprentice."

The man closed the book, stroked his beard for a moment, and extended his hand. The girl reflexively took his hand.

"It must be hard."

"Thank... you."

"I am Viscount Belgast. The defense commander of Gartan territory."

The girl stood up from her seat in surprise and saluted.

"Be-, Beatrice Schwarzfeder!"

Belgast leisurely received the salute and crossed his legs.

"What luck to meet a Windsor in a place like this. Are you on your way to the western front?"

'What should I do? I missed the timing to tell him.'

Beatrice gulped.

Beatrice, who had a bone-deep realization that 'Ah, this isn't my path' after going to a dungeon with Sisilia.

She was on her way back to her hometown to help her parents with farming.

He probably mistook her for a Windsor because of the clothes she was wearing now.

The problem was that she was so surprised that she answered she was an apprentice.

She had just left this morning, so she was out of it.

'It's too late to say it now... It should be fine, right? Gartan is a much more remote place than our territory.'

"No. I'm getting off before that. Schwartz territory."

"Were you on your way home? On vacation?"

"...Yes. Something like that."

Beatrice's white cheeks turned a little red.

It was a bit embarrassing that she couldn't even endure being an apprentice knight and left.

"Well, that's fortunate."

"Pardon?"

"I don't particularly mind if there's a Windsor on this train, but the same room is a bit troublesome."

"...?"

"Shut up and be quiet."

Beatrice's pupils widened. She tried to create a barrier of light with her blessing. But she was a beat too late.

"..."

The man's staff was already piercing her knee.

"Y-, you are..."

"You chose the room well. You're lucky. You will be the last to die on this train."

***

Sisilia, who had been sleeping soundly, slowly opened her eyes.

'The scent of an incident.'

She had a hunch that something was about to happen.

"... Let's go back to sleep."

But Sisilia closed her eyes again.

Severe lethargy!

Sisilia lost interest in everything after having her only joy in life, the newbies, taken away!

'The attendant will take care of it...'

The attendants working here were elite mages without exception.

Even if she didn't step up, it would surely be fine.

As she lay there like a completely withered weed—

Sniff sniff.

What is this lewd smell?

"..."

Her half-dead pupils stared somewhere. Around the 4th row, 6th seat, someone used a blessing but canceled it midway.

"Blessing of... light?"

Sisilia's empty pupils gradually filled with the light of hope.

'Newbie!'

Bam!

She hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

God really hasn't abandoned me!

As if she hadn't been lethargic at all, Sisilia moved her steps with a bounce.

"Ma-, ma'am. It's troublesome to move during operation... Ugh!"

Whenever she saw a suspicious person, she threw an uppercut. Normally, she would have to interrogate them, but she had something to do first, so she only knocked them out.

[Room 406]

Thump.

Sisilia gulped. The presence of the blessing was felt from the room right in front.

She carefully opened the door.

"Eek."

There was the cute and adorable Beatrice, looking at her with eyes that seemed like she would faint.

'...Thank goodness. She was really here.'

Sisilia was greatly moved and wiped away tears as she looked at the man sitting before Beatrice.

Unlike her warm gaze when looking at Beatrice, her eyes quickly turned cold.

"Boyfriend?"

"No...!"

Sisilia made a docile expression again. Belgast briefly scanned Sisilia, then said with a slight smile,

"Today is really my lucky day. Seeing two members of the Windsor Knights Order who work hard for this kingdom in many ways. I am Viscount Belgast. The defense commander of Gartan territory."

Front-line defense commander.

His status was viscount, but the position he held was by no means negligible.

In Windsor's terms, it was a slightly higher position than a senior knight. It wasn't for nothing that Beatrice had saluted in shock.

But Sisilia didn't even blink an eye. Rather, she looked down at the man intently.

"...Why are you doing this?"

"You picked the wrong one."

"Hm?"

"The western front is in quite a dangerous situation right now."

"Hoho. You must not know. The Gartan territory is in the west but in a relatively remote location. Thanks to that, I, the defense commander, was able to attend the central nobles' meeting like this."

"What a coincidence. I was on my way to support the Gartan territory after hearing it was in danger."

Of course, even if it wasn't, she had noticed that this man was a villain.

There was no name 'Belgast' on the list of attendees for the central nobles' meeting.

Soon, Belgast took off his mask and laughed cruelly.

"Is that so? I didn't know that. This kingdom seems loose, yet such information never leaks out-"

He nodded his head at Beatrice.

"But if you noticed, you should have somehow broken down my guard and at least tried a surprise attack. Or were you afraid of losing this knight? If you want, I'll trade hostages..."

"Would you mind switching seats?"

"What?"

Belgast made a dumbfounded expression.

"My seat is in first class, so it's better than here."

'For real.'

Sisilia tried to appeal seriously in her own way, but-

Unfortunately, the other party was a rude person who couldn't catch Sisilia's consideration.

"Crazy bitch. Die—!"

Belgast's magic staff spewed fire. He had no doubt that Sisilia would turn to ashes.

'A high-level spell… I didn't want to reveal my powers to anyone.'

Sisilia reached out her hand toward the magic coming right in front of her with a relaxed mind.

'But you put me in a good mood, Beatrice. I'll specially show it to you.'

Parry. A move that a Dark Souls veteran should naturally know how to do. It existed in this game too.

However, Sisilia's parrying method was somewhat unique.

First, calculate the acceleration and power of the opponent's magic.

And imagine the blessing surrounding it with the exact size that matches that magic.

After manifesting it, if you reach out your hand at the precise timing, no more, no less—

Clack.

"...!"

Sisilia lightly caught the fireball with her bare hands.

The flames trying to escape from her white fist with all their might could be seen.

Unlike how it looked on the outside, Sisilia currently didn't even feel a bit of warmth.

Because the perfectly manifested Blessing of Wind was surrounding the flames-

Sisilia even showed the trick of expanding and contracting the blessing by calculating the flickering of the flames.

"H, how...?"

But this was not enough.

As it should be, the technique of 'parrying' must have merit upon success.

No matter how difficult the technique is, it's not appealing if there's no merit.

"It's an explosive-type blessing. Such special blessings are a bit unique, but it's not a bad talent."

First, praise the opponent to induce carelessness.

'Now,'

Sisilia twisted her ankle and quickly rushed forward.

The important point here was the magic grasped in her hand.

It's similar to the sensation of running while holding an egg yolk in your hand.

If you grip too hard, it will burst; if it's too weak, it will flow out.

But there was no way Sisilia would make such a beginner's mistake.

"Watch closely. Take this."

Sisilia neatly put the magic into Belgast's mouth while holding it.

Gulp-!

"Ah, no, no!"

Belgast tried to spit it out somehow with dry heaves, but it was meaningless. The magic had already penetrated deep into his lungs.

'Whew.'

Sisilia looked at Beatrice with a triumphant look.

'Did you see? This is me.'

But Beatrice had turned deathly pale. There was no trace of admiration.

'...No way.'

At that moment, Sisilia realized she was missing something very important.

Was it because she saw a glimmer of light in a schedule with no dreams or hopes? She made a mistake she would never make normally.

'Is she doubting my qualifications for killing an important witness...?'

That's right. The other party was a 'suspicious person' through and through.

Someone who could bring some harm to the kingdom.

She had tried to deal with such a person with too modern a way of thinking.

Sisilia hurriedly drew her sword.

"I surrender!"

"...?"

"I, I'll tell you everything! S-, so please spare my life."

Belgast was groveling and begging earnestly. Sisilia's brow twitched.

I'm in a hurry, so why are you trying to waste my time?

She immediately kicked him up, then spun her sword in a flashy manner and stabbed his diaphragm.

Poof-!

Sisilia felt the sensation of the sword going deep and extinguished the magic that was about to burst.

She grabbed his collar and glanced at the point of impact slightly diagonally. Yep. The magic was safely removed.

She threw Belgast to the floor by his collar, then flicked her sword in the air.

Perfection itself.

Sisilia looked at Beatrice with a satisfied heart.

It was a gaze that meant she had dealt with it in an even more perfect way. How about it?

But...

"Hi, hic."

Beatrice was even paler than before. She even sat down and trembled.

'Is she cold?'

Sisilia tilted her head. She should take her to the room later and cover her with a blanket.

Translator's Corner

I made a mistake with the power scaling. From now on, it will go as follows: Sword Demon, King, Emperor, Saint, and God.

Sword Demon still feels like the wrong word for me since it doesn't really go well with the Sword Maiden image, but the words are close in Korean, so yeah.

Also I realized I never made the change to titles without mentioning it. Yes, Cairon is a sword emperor.

Also I've seen suggestions for Monarch instead of King, but still undecided.

Thank yournandeadforever and sareza for pointing it out.

- Ruminas