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

think of

back one after the

posture would’ve collapsed if

knights seemed bright.

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

he turned to his

might’ve only forgotten what I learned. It’s not my fault.”

like a

were the potentials of the Duke’s Knights? If

it on purpose…..

guess was

Captain had

me to make it as painful as possible!’

was making his sword fall off

was a question:

a disgrace to the

it made Theophilus feel sorry for him since Theophilus himself was a

single grain of guilt, all because of Bartolt.

that after Bartolt betrayed them, he had

boy who did not have any path to follow!

person had appeared in front of him

anger could

“Haah.”

on the ground, he

was just a basic stance, James tried to block it with his sword. But it

sword drew a vertical line through the air.

“Kaack!”

the tendon in his left shoulder. His left

fingers, which meant

mumbled in an awkward

“That was shallow.”

plenty

difficulty in

You just need to put a cut on me, right? That’s not so

But, it was.

Actually, impossible.

possible for a ‘knight of

in front of him

swallowed him. No strength was left in his

***

fell down with

Sniffle, Sniffle……

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