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.

he shouted to his people with a

you think of my move?”

back one

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

knights seemed

mates, he still tried a little more not to feel empty after

turned to

Captain’s training for months…..I might’ve only forgotten what I learned. It’s not my fault.”

like a

when he was lacking training? What were the potentials of the Duke’s Knights? If Theophilus had aimed at his heart, he definitely would have

did it on purpose…..

yes, James’s guess

Captain had whispered before

to make it as painful as

making his sword fall off his

of course, there was a question:

a disgrace to the knights.

made Theophilus feel sorry for him since Theophilus himself was

a single grain of guilt, all

after Bartolt betrayed them, he had joined the

did not

front

of his anger could be vented here.

“Haah.”

on the ground, he rushed back to

stance, James tried to block it with his sword. But it was more than just a rudimentary move.

blade of Theophilus’s sword drew a vertical line

“Kaack!”

the ground while holding the tendon in his left shoulder.

fingers, which meant that his tendon wasn’t completely broken.

an awkward silence.

“That was shallow.”

have plenty

James found difficulty in getting on

to put a cut on me, right?

But, it was.

Actually, impossible.

a

in front of him

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

***

fell down with

Sniffle, Sniffle……

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