Roman's point of view

My name is Roman Skinner, the captain of the 45th Temple Knights Battalion and the leader of this platoon. I'm proud to say I'm quite strong.

"Attention! Time to switch!"

I issued the order, which means those on watch duty can go to bed, while those who were sleeping out in their armor start their watch.

"The Temple Knights are very dependable."

The captain of the Magnaria knights speaks to me. Despite his inferior equipment and lack of strength, he seems like a reliable man.

Even though William has the capabilities to be a Temple Knight, he could never rise in the hierarchy.

His age is starting to show on his face, and I estimate he'll be forced to retire in a few years.

"That's natural, after all, the only ones above us are the handpicked sacred knights chosen by the clergy."

Normally, we'd never be performing an escort service for a princess from a kingdom like Magnaria. But it seems the hero has numerous fiancées, exceeding the number of regular army battalions, so we were reassigned because of it.

"The sacred knights... is that story about the Giant true?

" Giants, a high-ranking race in the demon king's army, can easily look over the wall of a small city. Even though they lack intelligence, they possess physical strength that rivals dragons.

"Yes, that giant was abnormal; he even had a name; it was fortunate the sacred knights acted swiftly."

"Abnormal? In what way? And what was the name?"

William seems quite intrigued; I guess he's interested in this sort of thing.

"He was intelligent and serious; he even used intermediate magic, a common giant can't even use elemental magic."

"It must have been terrifying."

"I can attest to that; he looked in my direction, and I couldn't even move, by the way, his name was Balor."

According to the sacred knights' report, Balor claimed to be a direct subordinate of the giant king. It's frightening to think there's a giant out there strong enough to make the proud giants serve him.

The conversation with William continues until we hear two screams from our subordinates.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

"IDENTIFY YOURSELVES NOW!"

When we arrive at the scene, we see that 10 knights, 5 from each country, have surrounded a couple that emerged from the trees.

The knights are pointing their weapons at the couple, but the situation seems strange...

"How rude, we were just passing through, right, Ragnael?"

The woman speaks to the man, whose name seems to be Ragnael.

Besides being bald, I can't see his face very well, but his body stands out.

Ragnael is enormous; even from a distance, he seems taller than a knight mounted on his horse. He's fat, but far from being obese, it's a healthy kind of fat, and his arms have so many muscles that they would humiliate any bodybuilder!

His muscles are so voluminous that his sleeves tear easily, revealing his imposing arms. Each muscle is defined and robust, evidencing his power and strength.

Ragnael wears aged brown leather armor, which fits perfectly to his muscular body. Thick layers of leather protect his chest and back, while the shoulder and elbow guards are reinforced with silver metal plates. Each piece of armor has been skillfully engraved with intricate designs, showcasing the feats and battles Ragnael has faced.

His trousers, also made of brown leather, are loose enough to allow freedom of movement but not so much as to hinder his walking.

A wide and sturdy belt, decorated with silver buckles, secures the trousers around his waist. On his feet, Ragnael wears sturdy leather boots that reach below the knee. They are reinforced with metal plates on the toes and heels, providing additional protection during battle.

"Why don't you teach them a lesson, Elizabeth? You were hungry, right?"

Elizabeth's skin is pale and smooth, with a natural glow that reflects the moonlight filtered through the trees. Her eyes are like two obsidian spheres, deep and mesmerizing, framed by long black lashes.

Her lips are delicate, with a soft, natural red color that seems to invite a gentle smile. Furthermore, her nose is straight and elegant, complementing her serene and tranquil expression.

Elizabeth's black hair reaches her shoulders and seems to move of its own accord.

She wears a long, flowing dress of dark red velvet, adorned with black embroidery along its edges, evoking leaves and intertwining branches. The dress gently hugs her curves, accentuating her graceful figure.

Over the dress, Elizabeth wears a black silk cape, which elegantly drapes over her shoulders.

The cape is richly decorated with red embroidery, intertwined with threads of gold, giving her an air of opulence and sophistication.

On her feet, Elizabeth wears black leather boots, sturdy enough to walk through forest trails, yet elegant enough to reflect her noble essence. Elizabeth exudes an aura of charm and mystery.

Her noble bearing and refined style are unexpected amidst the lush vegetation of the forest, making her an intriguing and fascinating figure for those privileged to cross her path.

"You're right, Ragnael, human flesh is much tastier than some random animal."

"Leave some for me."

THEY'RE A COUPLE OF CANNIBALS?!

"KILL THEM!"

I issue the order to kill; after all, God prohibits cannibalism; a Magnaria knight moves to cut their heads.

But he stops upon seeing Ragnael's face.

"CYCLOPS!!!"

WHAT?!

Elizabeth moves before we can react to these words