I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages.

Sisilia put Zeriway in the washing machine and spun him clean six or seven times.

"Do, do we have to go this far?"

"We need records of Zeriway visiting the church every day out of guilt to pray. So repent."

"But does the goddess listen to the prayers of an alcoholic knight?"

"The goddess herself is probably a drunkard, too."

"...Of all places, committing blasphemy in a church. Damn, why didn't I think of that?"

The high-performance church washing machine made Zeriway somewhat elongated but completed the job splendidly.

His charges were successfully reduced.

Next, Zeriway's merit and internal evaluation within the knight's order were appealed to minimize his sentence as much as possible. After all, corruption was a big crime.

Thanks to that, Zeriway's crime was mitigated to about a 20-month pay cut.

But it couldn't end here.

Anyway, someone had leaked information to the demons.

There was a need to tie up loose ends. Someone had to take on Zeriway's crime. That way, it would make sense and leave no room for dispute.

But even Sisilia couldn't sacrifice a noble with no sin. So, for this part, she asked the person who seemed to know best.

"Asking for the identity of a noble so sinful that it wouldn't be strange if they died right away?"

"Yes."

"That's not a difficult request."

It was none other than Edward. But he listed about 10 names, so Sisilia felt iffy.

Still, she chose the most wicked noble by Sisilia's standards and led 5 Windsor knights to find him.

He was a human trash that had child sexual assault as a basic, liver-eating as a given, and even embezzlement as an optional feature.

"Do you know who I am and dare to...!"

"Charges, treason against the nation, and collusion with demons. Count Handel Marcon is sentenced to death."

Sisilia recited flatly. The Windsor knights around her simply annihilated the troops guarding the count.

The knights playing in the peaceful count's courtyard were no match for the inhuman beings of the knights' order fighting demons.

Count Marcon's stiff knees bent. He even wet himself.

"No! No! I swear to the goddess, I, I've never done such a thing!"

"I know."

"Wh, what?"

"But you were involved in illegal slave exports. I heard about your tastes. They say you like young children."

Marcon denied it to the end. Even the crimes he really committed. Sisilia sighed and grabbed him by the collar.

Seeing the silver eyes that felt no emotion, Marcon turned deathly pale.

"Just accept it."

"It's not that bad a life for you anyway."

"A mere criminal can remain a major criminal of treason against the nation."

The Marcon family fell that day.

The nobles, who had been raising their voices until just yesterday that the Windsor Knights Order should be disbanded, became silent like they ate honey.

Out of fear that Windsor's sword would point at them next.

Marcon was a notorious scoundrel, even among nobles. But he was also from a family that no one could touch because of their wealth and power.

Since such a prestigious family fell in just half a day, it would be a meaningful silence for the time being.

Exactly as Sisilia wanted.

***

"...With that, I conclude this investigation."

Cairon heard the full story of the incident and clasped his hands together.

"Perfect."

He glanced at the documents.

"There are no flaws in the report or the procedure to correct the problem."

"Thank you."

"I'm saying it's pointlessly perfect. As if you have to deliberately show it that way."

"It's my duty."

Cairon took in Sisilia with his eyes. Her uniform was without creases, like her personality. She had resolute eyes but undisguisable kindness and a ponytail.

'You had an uncomfortable experience yesterday.'

Given the years they had spent together. Cairon knew a lot more than Sisilia thought.

She always tied her hair when she needed a change of mood and oddly looked in a diagonal direction when she had something to hide.

"Are you hiding something else again?"

"..."

Sisilia's hair slightly lost its bounce.

"You won't answer even if I ask."

"...Yes."

"I'll only ask one thing."

"Yes."

"Is the direction you're heading helpful to the Windsor Knights Order?"

Sisilia answered without hesitation.

"Yes."

"Then that's enough. You may go."

"Thank you."

Sisilia swiftly left the captain's office.

Cairon leaned deep into his chair and recalled.

A capable subordinate and a daughter who hid many things.

But he let it slide like this because whenever she hid something, it always brought results that helped the knights maintain order.

'Edward. What about you?'

A vice-captain with a clear purpose.

He doesn't easily reveal his intentions, but he doesn't completely hide them either.

He seemed similar to Sisilia at a glance, but the feeling was oddly different.

'Will your sword truly exist for this kingdom?'

Cairon was curious about that.

***

"That child did that, you say."

"Yes. It's a bit... no, quite meticulous."

Sword Saint Erterion narrowed his eyes as he looked at the letter from Sisilia.

[ In principle, it's right to punish Zeriway, but I prioritized Her Majesty's royal command to gain the nobles' trust. However, if it displeases you, I will correct it. ]

"I've seen many ways of getting rid of unapproving nobles, but it's the first time I've seen the royal command used this way."

"Hmm. There's no better trust than fear. That child is right."

Queen Lydia said while treading water.

"It's a waste to lose Zeriway, too. He's nothing compared to Count Marcon. I think it was a good choice."

Erterion sighed as he looked at the queen enjoying a half-bath in a maid outfit. If challenged, she always smiles brightly, saying, 'I can't show my naked body in front of you, can I?' He understood, but why a maid outfit of all things? It was an odd taste.

He returned to the topic of conversation and said, while pondering deeply.

"She could have just hidden it, but how did she know we were watching?"

"Has your sword dulled? You haven't been on the battlefield in quite a while."

Erterion flared up.

"Even so, my skills are not to be outmatched by a distant junior."

"Oh my, I was joking, but did I hit a sore spot? Do you feel competitive with that 'distant junior?'"

"..."

Erterion shut his mouth tight. He didn't want to be caught feeling conscious that she reached the 'Sword Demon' level at an age later than him.

"Don't worry. But I imagine she could reach Sword Emperor soon."

But the queen always tended to poke where it hurt.

Erterion said while scratching his head.

"But it's true that I'm anxious. She's only 16 years old, yet she's this skilled in schemes."

"Yeah. She could do well in politics. She'll go far in the future."

"This isn't a matter to brush off so simply. If I were her political enemy, I would tremble in fear every night."

"Do you dislike Sisilia?"

Erterion glared at Lydia with eyes that said, 'That's not it, is it?'

The queen, generous enough to not get angry at the guardian knight who dared to glare at her, pretended to tremble in fear.

Erterion sighed for who knows how many times.

"What I mean is, even if she stays still, those around her won't leave her alone. Should I bring her and educate her a bit?"

"Cairon is an excellent educator and parent. I trust him."

"It seems he spoils her instead."

Queen Lydia rested her chin with an intrigued face.

"It's the first time you've thought of others this much. Are you worried? That she'll go astray like someone."

Erterion kept silent. It reminded him of Edward, who was once his disciple.

It seemed better to be honest here. In fact, there was no point in confessing lies in front of the queen anyway.

"Yes. To be honest, that's right."

"Then shall we test it?"

Lydia smiled mischievously.

"How far the potential of Sword Maiden Sisilia goes."

Erterion looked at this queen anxiously, wondering what trouble she would cause again.

"The Marquis of Gartan just happened to request support."

Erterion's eyes widened.

"Yo-, Your Majesty, even so, that's..."

"That's?"

"... Isn't that too harsh?"

Currently, the western front of the Rianen Kingdom is in quite an intense state.

And on that front, there were four territories, one of which was Gartan.

Originally, it was rare for all 4 territories to be busy, so they endured by mutually supplementing the lacking troops...

But as the general offensive began this winter, no one had idle hands. In this case, the Windsor Knights Order usually stepped forward.

This type of troop support request was usually a large-scale dispatch. At least 10 knights, led by a Sword Saint, went to support the troops.

And she's telling a Sword Demon to cover that alone?

"Of course, I know she has battlefield experience, but no matter her skills, that's too much..."

"Do you remember?"

Lydia smiled wistfully.

"You said the exact same thing back then, too."

"Are you referring to Prince Edward?"

"My answer is the same as then."

Erterion's expression hardened.

Memories of the past came to mind.

-It's an important crossroads. If not now, it can't be judged. Whether he can become a hero who will save this kingdom in the future. No, this world.

Lydia turned her head away from him.

"It's a royal command. Knight Erterion. Go and convey to Sisilia. To save the Gartan territory in crisis-"

***

Sisilia headed to the Windsor Knights Order training camp with a big smile.

'Now, no one can disturb me.'

The mission was over, and the bothersome nobles were removed. All that was left was to melt in the arms of the cute apprentice knights.

'What should we play as soon as we go?'

The first plan was to raise the apprentices' level and bring them into the knights' order. She wanted to put them in right away if she could, but unfortunately, their level wasn't there yet.

But it's okay. She compiled a 'Newbie Strategy Book' of over 500 pages to prepare for times like this.

It contained a ton, really a ton, of Sisilia's valuable tips from 10 years ago.

'Right. First, we need to get close.'

Yes, today, we'll focus on raising favorability first. Let's take them to the cake shop I've been watching and let them eat to their heart's content.

Grateful apprentice knights! Moved apprentice knights! Watching that with satisfaction and confidently ordering extra! It's on me today!

...That's how it should have been.

"I'm sorry...For the record, I tried to stop her."

Before receiving the royal command.

[Welcome aboard the magic engineering train 'Guardians.' I'm the engineer Oz who will safely escort you today. Please take care and have a comfortable time.]

Chug chug-.

"...?"

Sisilia brought her face to the window. Sisilia's soft cheek was squished tight.

"????"

The rapidly passing scenery. The capital grew distant. The newbies grew even more distant.

"Th, this is strange. Why am I here?"

Unfortunately, there was no one to answer that question.

Thud-

Sisilia's travel bag fell, and she followed.