"As the days passed, your investigation of this land deepened, and you became thoroughly familiar with the habits of various plants and demonic beasts."
"You felt you had gained a great deal. Compared to the abundant martial prowess of this Ultimate Life Form's body, the knowledge etched into your mind was your truly precious wealth."
"With your current knowledge base, you could probably open a small lecture series at the Clock Tower on 'Identifying Popular Age of Gods Creatures' and give Lord El-Melloi II a little transmigrator's shock."
"After all, although he was a teacher, the Second Lord's profound magus knowledge came only from various documents and records, unlike you, who could interact with the living, breathing reality."
"The experience of personally being in the Age of Gods was truly a 'dimension-crushing' advantage."
"Seeing that your preliminary preparations were sufficient, you decided to start your research project on crop improvement, which required a plot of experimental land for cultivation."
"When you asked around for the most fertile land, the townspeople all gave the same answer:"
""If you're talking about fertile fields, it has to be old Sir Ector's wheat fields.""
""Just like you, Sir Justice, old Sir Ector is an out-and-out good man. He often provides grain to the poor in town. He would surely welcome your visit.""
"Following the townspeople's directions, you set off for the wheat fields said to be on the far outskirts of town."
"The sky was a clear, cloudless blue. It was another bright and sunny day in Britain."
"Even before you had fully passed through the lush forest outside the town, the distinct, fresh scent of barley and wheat drifted to your face on the autumn breeze."
"You stood on a giant tree and looked into the distance, where a brilliant golden gleam faintly appeared at the end of the horizon."
"Following the wind's guidance, you slowly walked toward the wheat fields."
"Thwack, thwack, thwack—"
"A rhythmic and steady thwacking sound reached your ears on the wind. Having trained extensively in martial arts, you were very familiar with it—it was the sound of someone striking a training post."
"You moved closer to the source of the sound and, from a distance, noticed a young boy practicing with a sword in the field. His soft golden hair swayed in the wind like the splendid wheat field itself."
...
A step forward, a diagonal slash—steady as a rock, explosive as lightning.
THWACK!
A crisp crack echoed.
Holding a wooden training sword in a middle stance, the golden-haired boy focused intently on striking the wooden post before him.
His fair, smooth neck was lightly beaded with sweat. Every swing was so flawless it was beyond criticism, possessing a beauty that combined precision, elegance, power, and skill.
He seemed to notice the arrival of a stranger.
His swinging motion faltered slightly.
The golden-haired boy stopped, raised his gaze, and his eyes met the visitor's.
"..."
The moment he saw the other's face, Su Shu froze.
He wasn't the only one who was stunned; the other boy was as well.
The reason was simple...
He was just too damn beautiful.
The handsomeness of the face before him was such that it could rival even his own as an Ultimate Life Form.
And it wasn't just his beauty.
There was also an ethereal, world-detached aura that his plain farmer's clothes couldn't conceal.
Soft, flowing golden hair, clear, jade-green eyes, and that eye-catching ahoge—one could tell he was the finest of beautiful boys!
And... so familiar—
For some reason, the boy's face felt familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He tried hard to remember but couldn't place where he'd seen this man's face.
A faint sense of incongruity lingered in his mind, refusing to leave.
However, for certain special reasons, Su Shu soon overlooked the familiarity of the boy's face.
His attention quietly shifted, his gaze subconsciously scanning the boy's body—a habitual assessment of strangers born from countless ill-intentioned encounters.
A well-proportioned figure.
Full, firm muscles that weren't excessive.
And the subtle stance he held while holding the sword...
The vision of an Ultimate Life Form allowed Su Shu to quickly discern it—without a doubt, the boy was also a master of swordsmanship.
"...May I ask who you are?"
A clear, androgynous voice, as pleasant as a gentle breeze, sounded across the wheat field.
The golden-haired boy lowered his wooden sword and asked somewhat reservedly, his gaze also lingering on Su Shu's face for a long time.
Su Shu returned a nod. "Alvin."
"...The 'Pale Silver Star that Guides the Way'?!"
Upon hearing the name, a flicker of excitement, in addition to surprise, appeared in the boy's deep green eyes.
"I suspected it when I saw your face... and it's true! News of your deeds has been spreading throughout Essex recently!"
"Subjugating bandits, taming Demonic Beasts, slaying giants, disdaining the recruitment offers of lords, and helping the weak without seeking reward..."
"To uphold such a noble sense of justice at our age... you undoubtedly possess the virtues of humility and mercy. You are a senior knight worthy of our admiration and respect!"
As if meeting an idol he worshipped, the golden-haired boy spoke excitedly, his eyes shining with admiration.
It had to be said, being admired felt good.
But, "Pale Silver Star"... that title always felt a little cringey...
Besides, it was just a nice-sounding name.
In reality, he knew very well that people saw him as a great fool doing thankless work.
But cringe was cringe. Fortunately, Su Shu's control over his expression had been forged into an iron wall under the witch's constant surveillance.
"I did those things, yes, but..."
Faced with the boy's reverence, Su Shu felt it necessary to correct this misunderstanding.
"—I'm sorry, but I am not a knight, nor do I like being called one."
"...Eh?"
Hearing this, the boy's excited expression froze for a moment.
"What do you mean..."
"—I have no title, and my ancestors have no glories worth boasting about."
Su Shu answered honestly, which was indeed the truth.
After all, the glory of a knight?
His old man was the Vile King Vortigern. He'd be lucky not to be drowned in spit.
With such an evil villain as his background, how did he end up becoming the "Pale Silver Star"?
Perhaps it was just another name for a glorified grunt...
"Furthermore... I have no desire to be associated with the so-called knights of Britannia. To be called a knight alongside them is, to me, a disgrace."
"A dis... disgrace..."
The golden-haired boy repeated the word, finding it hard to believe.
"You... why would you say that..."
"As a noble class that does not produce anything, that thrives on conflict, that forms armed forces by exploiting the common people, and whose ultimate purpose is to maintain a feudal system... the so-called spirit of chivalry sounds noble, but no amount of embellishment can change its ugly, exploitative nature."
Su Shu pointed out the essence of the knightly class with surgical precision, but realizing the boy might not understand such terms, he didn't forget to explain it simply.
"To put it plainly—the whole knight game is hypocritical."
"Hypo... 'Hypocritical'..."
Never had he expected such a response from the person he admired.
The golden-haired boy pressed his lips together, seeming to want to argue.
"But... but your noble conduct undoubtedly aligns with the code of a knight—"
"Then, did the title of knight give me this noble conduct?"
Su Shu asked back with great interest.
"Is it that possessing virtue makes one a knight, or does the title of knight bestow these virtues upon a person?"
"That..."
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