Disappointing Teleportation Magic ~ Even Though The Movement Distance Is Only 1 Millimeter, I Will Rise Through Ingenuity ~ - Chapter 48.2

To repay that debt, I must quickly and steadily proceed with the treatment for Alberic.

“Now, Yuto, let’s get to the main topic.”

The reason Ekkels-sama visited the dormitory was to fit me with the outfit I would wear at tomorrow’s memorial service.

The outfit is modeled after the uniform knights wear during peacetime, with the fabric being entirely black.

I would also wear a breastplate and a sword belt, and carry a ceremonial sword.

“This armor… it has quite intricate decorations.”

“It belonged to the third king, Anselm, when he was a boy.”

“What! Using something a royal used…”

“Don’t worry. We have permission from the king. We can’t let the hero who saved the country wear shabby armor.”

Anselm Yurefelt, the third king, is the person depicted in the massive portrait I cleaned.

He is also the one who ended the four-generation-long succession disputes and established the law that the throne should be peacefully handed over in order of succession.

Currently, the first in line for the throne is Alberic, followed by Belnort.

If the throne is handed over according to the law, Alberic will be the next king.

Restoring the portrait and wearing this armor as a hero at the memorial service is likely to emphasize Anselm’s presence and assert the legitimacy of Alberic’s succession.

The outfit and armor fit perfectly, and when I put them on, I actually looked quite decent.

“Yuto-sama, it suits you well.”

“No, if Mauroni-sama were alive, he would laugh and say the armor is wearing me.”

Mauroni, who usually seemed like a carefree old man, looked like a sharpened sword when he faced the wyvern with a saber in hand.

“Tomorrow morning is the ceremony in the castle courtyard, and after lunch, there will be a memorial service in the castle town. When you go down to the castle town, you will ride a chariot.”

“A chariot?”

A chariot is a two-wheeled carriage pulled by two horses, not an armored vehicle with caterpillars and a turret.

In actual combat, warriors control the reins themselves while fighting, but tomorrow, a driver will hold the reins, and I just have to ride.

“I will hold the reins, so don’t worry.”

“Huh, Araseli will do it?”

“Yes, well… if a knight holds the reins…”

Since the chariot is ridden standing up, if a knight stands next to me, my lack of strength will be noticeable.

Once in armor, Araseli won’t be recognized as a woman, and I won’t appear inferior in physique.

It’s a bit, no, quite embarrassing, but having Araseli close by is reassuring.

On that day, I will be exalted as the hero who saved the country, so it would be meaningless if I were killed during the ceremony.

Because it is a ceremony to maintain the dignity of the entire royal family, I don’t think the faction of the second prince will interfere, but we cannot afford to let our guard down.

Taking the reins of a tank that I have never even ridden before, let alone being inexperienced, is like inducing an accident myself.

“Please take care of it. I’ve never handled a horse before, so I appreciate the help.”

“Yes, leave it to me.”

After finishing the meeting and seeing us off to the dormitory exit, Ekkels once again extended his hand for a handshake.

“Tomorrow’s ceremony will be a moment of glory for you as well. Do your best, Yuto.”

“Yes, I will rest well today and prepare for tomorrow.”