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.

shouted to his people with a playful look.

think of

back one after

posture would’ve collapsed if you were attacked.” “Captain would definitely take away your

knights seemed bright.

more not to feel empty after Bartolt, the Deputy

to his opponent.

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

it seemed like a joke to James.

he do that when he was lacking training? What were the potentials of the Duke’s Knights? If Theophilus had aimed

it on purpose….. It’s clear!

James’s guess was

his Captain had whispered before the match.

it as painful as possible!’

painful than death was making his sword

a question: Could James be

was completely a disgrace to

him since Theophilus himself was a sensitive

a single

that after Bartolt betrayed them, he had joined the imperial forces.

boy who did not have any path to follow!

person had appeared in front of him just in

his anger could be

“Haah.”

ground, he

with

a vertical

“Kaack!”

the tendon in his left

which meant that his tendon wasn’t

mumbled in an awkward silence.

“That was shallow.”

plenty

James found difficulty in getting

need to put a cut

But, it was.

Actually, impossible.

for a ‘knight of

front of him was the weakest.

him. No strength was left in

***

James fell down with his head on

Sniffle, Sniffle……

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