Chapter 31

Meanwhile, James was losing confidence. All he had to do was turn his eyes away.

Soon, part of the field was prepared as a dueling ground.

As everyone was focused on the upcoming clash, the judge put up his right hand.

“Prepare for the match.”

Theophilus warmed up leisurely, stirring the air with his sword. It almost looked like he had forgotten that it was a duel.

He asked his opponent with an exaggerated graceful gesture as if he was playing a game.

“So…. What’s your full name?”
“…..James. I have no title. I’m just a knight of Count Brumayer.”
“Ah, right. I don’t have to tell you, do I? This place is famous, but the Brumayers’ isn’t.”

As the spectators burst into a fit of giggles at the obvious mockery, James’s face flushed red before fading to pale blue.

He anxiously kept repeating to himself, ‘I’d be forgiven if I only give a single scratch on his body.’

Still, it felt inevitable to lose his life.

“Let us begin!”

James lifted his sword as Theophilus vertically raised up his arms.

Theophilus, who had just turned into a young man, was exceptionally good among the Knights of Reinhardt. Being the third son of a local count, he had a deep will on his swordsmanship.

In such an environment, he had got the advantage to systematically learn and perform sword techniques.

He had a solid basic skill, and thus, he had been able to absorb all the tricks shown by his teacher like a sponge based on his family’s inspection.

Even though he was the weakest among Ian’s knights, his potential itself was greater than other knights or soldiers.

With James hesitating, Theophilus took the first chance.

Narrowing the distance with a single step, he dug into his opponent’s arms.

He murmured.

“So…..”

Was it this way?

The first attack was a stab, one of the basics of swordsmanship skills. The same movement he had practiced with Ian hundreds of times.

Theophilus’s elbow grazed against the opponent’s right ear. Before James could swing his sword, Theophilus stepped back.

people with a playful

think of

one

of ten.” “Your right foot went out too much. Your posture would’ve collapsed if

knights seemed bright.

tried a little more not to feel empty after Bartolt, the Deputy

turned to

months…..I might’ve only

like a

of the Duke’s Knights?

it on purpose….. It’s clear!

James’s guess was

recalled what his Captain had

wanted me to make it as

making his sword fall off his

course, there was a question: Could James be called

completely a disgrace to the

it made Theophilus feel sorry for him

he did not feel a single grain of guilt, all

Bartolt betrayed them,

A boy who did

had appeared in front of him

his anger could be vented

“Haah.”

ground, he rushed back to

was just a basic stance, James tried to block it with

of Theophilus’s sword drew a

“Kaack!”

cried out, sitting down on the ground while holding the tendon in his left shoulder. His left hand

fingers, which meant

mumbled in an awkward silence.

“That was shallow.”

plenty

James found difficulty in getting

and stand, soldier. You just need to put a cut on

But, it was.

Actually, impossible.

from possible for a ‘knight

the young man in front of him was the weakest.

of helplessness swallowed him. No strength was left in his legs.

***

afterwards, James fell down with his head on the ground.

Sniffle, Sniffle……

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