The Human Saint is Bored, so I was Summoned to Another World

A Visit from the Royalty (Part 2)

The Kingdom of Nerfes was a moderately sized human kingdom to the north of Chersea. According to the history books, it was the bastion of human defenses against the armies of the demon lord during ancient times. Since then, it formed a close relationship with the Holy Palatial Gardens, more particularly the Saints from the past.

"May I present to Your Holiness, the king of the Kingdom of Nerfes, James Walter Reed II."

The colorful banners of the king and his accompanying vassals were displayed, and trumpets were sounded the moment his entourage appeared. Palace guards lined up along the path leading to the dais where the Saint, flanked by the Head Maid and the Captain of the Paladin Corps, waited.

"A grand reception, huh?" Senshee commented as we watched from the window of my room, "It reminds me of the welcome my former master is being accorded to back in the Duke of Savoy's court."

"It looks like the 'review of the guard' by visiting heads of state back on Earth." I casually said, "Pretty impressive."

"Earth? Is that the country where you came from, Master?"

I was surprised for a moment that I let my lips loose once again, so I spun a lie to avoid telling Senshee the truth, "It is. And please stop calling me 'Master', Senshee. Just refer to me as 'Kuro', alright?"

Senshee said nothing after that. He's fascinated watching the colorful parade of the royals from Nerfes.

The royal party then came into our view. It was mostly composed of soldiers, probably the king of Nerfes' guards. The monarch could be spotted easily; he's the one wearing that shiny gilded armor and purple cape.

"..."

Hmm...the king of Nerfes wasn't what I expected. When the Saint described him earlier, I thought of him as a foolish young guy or a bumbling old man.

However, this king looks like someone else...

"..."

With his bulging muscles showing even under the armor, lots of scars on his arms and face, a dominating height above any other in his entourage, an intimidating expression on his face, and a red bandana tied on his head, I've only thought of one man...

RAMBO!

Yeah, I suddenly remembered that Vietnam War action movie hero that I watched on Earth. The king of Nerfes reminded me of that gun-toting, testosterone-filled guy from the shows where Americans always win against the common farmers who defeated them in real life. So anyway, I couldn't imagine a person like him doing a clumsy thing such as breaking his cursed sword on a weak-ass monster like a Junki.

"!!!"

"Kyaaa!"

Everyone's screams filled the air.

Well, nothing serious happened. It's just that the king tripped and fell flat on his face. As it was supposed to be, he should be uninjured; however, there's a random stone placed conveniently in the middle of the path where the monarch was walking and hit his face on that. He was still fine; though, I guess...until he hit his head on a conveniently placed tree branch above him.

Where did those things come from, anyway?

"..."

Everyone relaxed when the King regained his composure and resumed walking towards Her Holiness. Blood was trickling from his head, though. I guess I had an idea where those awful scars came from...No wonder why the Junki can damage him.

"Your Highness!" I saw another figure from behind the king breaking ranks and approach him, "Please use this handkerchief to wipe the blood off your face."