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.

his people

think of

shouted back one

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

seemed bright.

not more disciplined than his fellow mates, he still tried a little more not to

he turned to his

months…..I might’ve only forgotten

like a joke

training? What were the potentials of the Duke’s

it on purpose….. It’s clear! Damn

guess

recalled what his Captain had whispered before the match.

me to make it as painful as

making his sword fall off his

was a question: Could James be

completely a disgrace to the

feel sorry for him since Theophilus

single grain of guilt, all because

that after Bartolt betrayed them, he

boy who did not have any

had appeared in front of him

his anger could be vented

“Haah.”

ground, he rushed back

tried to block it with his sword. But it was more than just

Theophilus’s sword drew a vertical line

“Kaack!”

ground while holding the tendon in his left shoulder. His

fingers, which meant that

mumbled in an awkward

“That was shallow.”

have plenty

difficulty in getting

“Hurry up and stand, soldier. You just need to put a cut on me, right? That’s not so hard.”

But, it was.

Actually, impossible.

a ‘knight

young man in front of

him. No

***

with his head on

Sniffle, Sniffle……

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