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

you think of

back one after the

out too much. Your posture would’ve collapsed if you were attacked.” “Captain would definitely take away your knighthood.” “Whoo!”

seemed bright.

than his fellow mates, he still tried a little more not to feel empty after Bartolt, the

turned to his opponent.

been away from Captain’s training for months…..I might’ve only

like a joke

potentials of the Duke’s Knights? If Theophilus had aimed

it on purpose….. It’s clear!

guess

Captain had whispered before the match.

wanted me to make it as

death was making his sword fall off his hands.

a question:

a disgrace to the knights.

him since Theophilus himself

not feel a single grain

learned that after Bartolt betrayed them, he had joined

who did not have any path to follow!

had appeared in front of him

of his anger could be vented

“Haah.”

he

to block it with

sword drew a vertical

“Kaack!”

while holding the tendon in his left shoulder. His left hand

his fingers, which meant that his

mumbled in an awkward silence.

“That was shallow.”

plenty of time.”

James found difficulty in getting on his

put a cut on me,

But, it was.

Actually, impossible.

a

the young man in front of him

helplessness swallowed him. No

***

down with

Sniffle, Sniffle……

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