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

you think of my

knights shouted back one after the other.

posture would’ve collapsed if

seemed bright.

tried a little more not to feel empty after

to his

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

it seemed like a

he was lacking training? What were the potentials of the Duke’s Knights? If Theophilus

purpose….. It’s clear! Damn

guess was correct.

what his Captain had

make it as

painful than death was making

course, there was a question: Could

a disgrace to

made Theophilus feel sorry for him

single grain of guilt, all because of

after Bartolt betrayed them, he had joined the imperial

no….. A boy who did not have any path to follow!

had appeared in front of him just in

his anger could be

“Haah.”

the ground, he rushed back to

a basic stance, James tried to block it with

of Theophilus’s sword drew a vertical line through the

“Kaack!”

holding the tendon in his left shoulder. His

could still move his fingers, which meant that his tendon wasn’t

an awkward

“That was shallow.”

plenty of

James found difficulty in getting on

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

But, it was.

Actually, impossible.

possible for a ‘knight of the

young man in front of

No strength was left

***

afterwards, James fell down with

Sniffle, Sniffle……

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