【The Old Man of the Expelled Inn Unwittingly Dominates Today Too】Although I Want to Lead a Slow Life, for Some Reason the Strongest Beauties Who Hold Important Positions in the Country, and Were Once My Disciples, Gather Around Me Asking to Be Hired – Even Though I Only Taught Them a Little～

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“Ha-ha, I’ll make you realize the extent of my power, you drab old man! This is a real duel!”
General Nuketel of the Kingdom of Fridania was getting worked up at the training ground inside the royal castle, snorting with anticipation. I had to face General Nuketel in a one-on-one duel for some reason.
When I sought help from the King, saying that such a real duel would be too dangerous, he responded, “Ah, this is a good opportunity to demonstrate your power, Baldo. Give it your all.”
“That settles it—fight until one of you surrenders or is knocked unconscious. Begin!”
The King signals for the duel to start. Looks like I’ve got no choice but to go through with this. I unsheathed my sword and adopted a formal stance.
General Nuketel also draws his sword, raising it high above his head.
Huh? What kind of stance is that?
“Ha-ha, behold my Mithril Sword! There’s nothing this sword can’t cut! It’s worth 5,000 gold coins!”
Next, he pulls a shield from his back and raises it above his head like his sword.
“Ha-ha, behold my Mithril Shield! There’s nothing this shield can’t defend against! This, too, is worth 5,000 gold coins!”
Hmm, it seems he’s just showing off his equipment.
My sword is a dirt-cheap item worth only a single silver coin. I don’t even have a shield or armor.
But let’s see, 5,000 for the sword, 5,000 for the shield, and 10,000 for the armor.
…That’s a total of 20,000 gold coins!?
Um, if I convert 20,000 gold coins to silver coins… ugh…
Never mind. It’s just depressing. The point is, it’s exorbitantly expensive.
“Ha-ha, nobody can break my full Mithril set—this duel is as good as won! Gufu~ Now, the body of the Sword Saint will be mine too—Gufufu.”
Body?
What does this guy think he’s going to do with Alesia?
The discomfort is rising; I don’t know if he’s joking, but it’s not funny.
—This guy, can’t he tell what he should and shouldn’t say?
My “fighting spirit” began to swell at Nuketel’s words. Power started coursing through my body.
Soon, that fighting spirit began to transfer into my sword.
I took a deep breath—Swoosh.
“Alright, time for the maiden battle of this Mithril Sword!”
The general lunged at me, closing the distance in a single move.
An overhead strike… His movements seemed unusually slow.
I countered with my cheap silver-coin sword.
“Sei!”
—SPLAT!
A crisp sound of something being cleanly sliced echoed throughout the training ground. A THUNK followed this as something stabbed into the ground.
“Ha-ha, how does it feel to have your pillow-soft sword cut down by m—huh?”
I exhaled quietly.
“Aaaah! My Mithril Sword!”
General Nuketel’s Mithril Sword had been sliced off partway.
I had cut it down using my “Single Strike Cut.”
Hmm? What’s this now?
“What’s the matter? After all, it doesn’t look like the ‘strongest sword.”
“What—what’s going on?”
The general seemed to be thrown into complete confusion. His 5,000 gold coin sword just turned into trash, so I can see why he’d be flustered. And this raises a question in me.
Should I test this a little more?
“Well, now it’s my turn.”
“Wahhh! My invincible Mithril Shield can block any attack—Whaaa?!”
I sliced the so-called Mithril Shield in two, this time with a “Sei!”
—As I thought.
My earlier question has now turned into certainty.
“So, no sword, no shield. Do you surrender?”
“What! Surrender to a mere older man like you? I still have the strongest armor!”
General Nuketel charged at me, unarmed.
Oh well, can’t be helped.
I gripped my sword firmly, returned to my formal stance, and took a deep breath.
— “Single Strike Cut! Sei!”
With a single flash of my sword, Gen,eral Nuketel froze. His prized armor split cleanly in two. For a moment, he didn’t seem to understand what had happened. His eyes widened in shock.
By the way…
Why is he wearing just underwear?!
Hey! Why are you equipping armor over something that’s nearly naked?
Wear a T-shirt, at least. I’ve got a white tee on as my base layer. It’s old man manners.
“Wahhhh! Why? How could some mere old man defeat my expensive Mithril series?!”
General ‘Almost-Naked’ was clutching his head, trying to escape reality.
What’s this grown man doing?
“Fool! The current strength of Alesia comes from blood, sweat, and tears! Dressing up in gear bought with others’ taxes won’t make you strong!”
“Effort? What are you talking about?”
“This is proof enough—you lost to an old man like me! Do you think someone who can’t even beat me can defeat the Sword Saint of Alesia?”
“Eek, what’s with this old man’s aura? I’m getting the chills!”
Oops, I let some of my “fighting spirit” slip into my voice.
When I do this, it seems to apply a bit of pressure on the opponent.
Alright, it’s time to share what I’ve become sure of with Almost-Naked General.
“Also, that’s not Mithril.”
“Eh?”
“There’s no way my cheap silver-coin sword could cut Mithril. I thought I was cutting through tofu!”
“Heh?”
Hmm?
For some reason, General Nuketel and everyone else seemed surprised, too.
But it’s undoubtedly not Mithril; it was too easy to cut. General Nuketel must have been sold a fake.
Well, I can understand the disappointment. Because…

“———my sword is a fake too!”
The day after I bought that sword for a single silver coin, it was being sold for a copper coin. The mental damage from that still lingers. I held off on buying my favorite sweet red bean buns to afford that single silver coin.
There’s no way a sword that cheap could cut Mithril. If it did, then it’s a knockoff.
But thank goodness for knockoff Mithril. If it were real, my sword would’ve snapped in an instant.
“Eek, what is this old man saying? I can’t understand him. He’s dangerous!”
“Who is that guy? He cut Mithril!”
“That old man can cut anything!”
“He’s a sharp old man!”
The crowd is starting to get noisy. All I did was cut some fake gear. What’s all this fuss about? And what’s a ‘sharp old man’?
“Ah, the match is decided then. Well done, Baldo!”
At King’s voice, Liena came running and hugged me.
Hey, stop that. You’re a princess. And I’m sweaty!
My white T-shirt might be compromised!
“Baldo, you’re so cool! I’ve fallen for you all over again! ♡”
“Hey, Liena! Don’t get too familiar with my Master! Back off!”
This isn’t good. Alesia is here, too, and things are starting to get complicated.
“Oh, it seems the Princess is quite fond of you!”
“And even the Sword Saint calls him ‘Master’!”
“Could it be that this old man holds some exceptional position?”
See? The crowd’s misunderstanding everything!
I don’t want to stand out… I want to go home.
But the King says, ‘Wait.’
I’ve already accomplished my mission. I want to return to the inn for now. At least to change my sweaty white t-shirt.
“Hmm, General Nuketel, you can’t perform well without your beloved gear, can you?”
“Fuhii—Order my spare Mithril series from our homeland! Fridania’s army won’t move for a week!”
Seriously? Not moving? Are you a child?
Do you have another set? How much taxpayer money are you wasting on knockoffs?
“The final battle is scheduled for a few days from now—breaking that schedule would make us poor allies.”
Exactly. As the King said, the enemy won’t wait.
“Which means…”
The King grinned and glanced at me. Uh-oh, I have a bad feeling about this.
“Baldo, I appoint you as the commander of the Fridania army! Go forth and defeat the enemy as you see fit!”

Uh, excuse me?

—What is he saying!? Where did my support role go?
“Fuhii—Why is it the old man?!”
“Since we can’t fulfill the agreement, this can’t be helped. It seems the Fridanian reinforcements don’t even have a deputy commander. You’ve already felt the depth of Baldo’s skill in the duel. Or would you rather lead the charge in your underwear? Hmm?”
The King glares at General Nuketel with a lion-like gaze.
Okay, that’s terrifying… Come to think of it, I remember Liena saying that the King of Natol was once called the ‘Lion King’ due to his bravery.
“Eek, that’s fine…”
“Good, then it’s settled. Baldo, you’ll command a mobile unit, a small one. Act flexibly and wreak havoc as the situation demands. I have high expectations.”
“Ah, a special role and a mobile unit—excellent!”
“Yes, a star of hope has risen for us in Natol!”

How did it come to this?