Count Scribe's Tutor

“How are you? · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Ever since the duel started.

The duc didn't let his guard down for a moment.

I never missed a breath sound, pulse, or blink of an eye. However, as if to make fun of this, Ferda quickly slipped out of his sight and suddenly appeared.

So, of course, I'm embarrassed.

But the thought didn't last long.

Ferda's knife swarmed again.

Cannes! Chaen! Grab it!

Truly a tremendous speed of stabbing.

Moreover, the sword was unusual. Left chest and abdomen, inside chin and glabella, and two eyes. His knife only aims at the duc's essence.

But for the Duke, this was familiar.

The knife's trajectory remains intact. Ferda's stance, the sword's stance, hasn't disappeared. Despite dozens of attacks, the duc looks surprised.

Then why did you do it before? ’

What did he do to get rid of his senses?

I couldn't find the answer even if I tried to give up constantly. Then the duc changed his mind. Instead of worrying about it alone, I'd rather ask his sword myself.

The Duke's vigor changed as soon as he became resolved.

Mad Onslaught Directly Continuing.

Huff! Huff!

Every time I go into the air, I hear a threatening sound. Evidence that each attack contained immense power. Might as well crack a rock without Mana.

After realizing this, Ferda immediately took off.

It was best to avoid such attacks. You may drop your knife at an angle, but if you do wrong, your knife will break or your wrist will be crushed.

So I chose to avoid it.

However, I did not just avoid it. Occasionally, you strike back to secure the attack.

The two of them gave and received a restless workshop as if they had promised.

“· · · · · · · Phew. ”

It was to catch my breath.

My whole body's blood ran hot as my heart fluttered. Two eyes fixed on each other. Then the Duke of Setier opens his mouth.

“Who taught you how to use a sword? ”

“I got used to fighting for my life. ”

I wasn't wrong. You gained skills for battling dungeons and brushed your skills like crazy to survive. The duc nods, convincing as he wishes.

“I see. Were you a mercenary? ”

The answer never came back.

Her breath came back first. And so was the duc.

Two men who were looking at each other for a while.

The two rushed towards each other, no matter who was first.

Ka-ang!

Two knives hit the air.

The blade cracks and sparks.

While exchanging tough workshops, the knives' days began to gradually leave, but the two didn't mind.

Then the duc opens his mouth again.

“You're not a knight. ”

It just came out of nowhere.

Ferda asked interestingly.

“Why do you think that is? ”

“The Bondi Knights are proud of their swords. That's why they always show off their swords in places like this. Like me.”

The duc who replied laughed.

Then, I fixed my face again as if it were when.

“But your sword is different. Rather than bragging, I'm in a hurry to hide it. Trajectory, sword, scale. There's nothing obvious about any of it. ”

The yellow eyes reach Ferda's knife.

“Plus, it's specialized in the field. No, it's more accurate to say that you're specialized in choking your opponent to death. From the start, I've only seen my bottom line. ”

The duc taps his glabella.

Ferda was the last target. The duc then spoke in a dry sinking voice.

“There's only one kind of sword I know of. ”

The duc's lips tingled.

There are no voices.

But he imitated the word "assassin" in the shape of his mouth.

Perhaps his own consideration. I smiled at useless kindness.

“So, were you disappointed? ”

“No, I'm even more excited. ”

Even the duc's mouth smiled.

He said in a excited tone, not empty words.

“I've actually never fought with your kind this long before. Most people blow their heads off before that. ”

A peacock who slits his throat with a knife.

Ferda faced him with a smile.

“It's the same for me. The knights I've been looking for have fallen down from this hole before they even noticed me. ”

He taps the left chest with his fist.

The duc laughs in a cool voice.

“Haha! The same goes for each other. ”

But wait a minute.

The two hit the ground again, stabbing each other in the knife.

As a sign of the slanted hair falling to the ground, a battle begins. In a good way, it was a dog fight.

Quack, quack! Kaga Gaga!

Until now, if only knives fought, I'd start using my fists and feet. The nobles who were watching the battle laws thrown away were embarrassed.

Ferda and the Duke, on the other hand, were different.

They fought the duel with a smile on their faces. You stab the knife, and if it gets stuck, you swing your fist. The user tries to kick the target's shin with its foot, or reaches out and grabs each other by the shoulders.

Not long after that, the Duke suddenly tasted something.

“Tsk, it's a shame the more I think about it. ”

“What? ”

“I'd be happier if I fought with a sword. ”

Knives on the verge of every turn. Seeing this, the duc sighs. Then Ferda, who was looking at his teeth, opened her mouth suddenly.

“Mr. President, there's a saying in my hometown. ”

He pauses, fixing the knife.

Then he said with a solemn face.

“The craftsman doesn't blame the tool. ”

“No, you're used to it! ”

The duc yells as if it's ridiculous.

The moment he realized he was an assassin, he seemed to have figured out his intentions together. But Ferda was not embarrassed. I was just being blunt.

“I don't blame the tool. ”

“Of course! You'll get used to it! ”

The duc was embarrassed by the audacity of the answer.

After a difficult conversation, Ferda opens her mouth again.

“If that's the case, you should invite me sometime. ”

“So · · · · · · · · ·! Invitation? ”

I didn't know what to say.

The duc tilts his head as he hears from the stars.

“I will return to the erl in ten days. ”

Fer spends his days in the capital. In fact, I told him it was full time, but I didn't intend to stay that long.

Meanwhile, the duc who heard it suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“Oh, that means · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The narrow duc tugs his jaw.

Then I smiled and asked.

“Do we understand what it means to have a good fight? ”

The answer never came back. Ferda laughs silently.

The duc, who accepted this as a will of positivity, said with a laughing voice.

“If that's the case, you're more than welcome to join me. ”

Ferda's smile darkens in her favored voice.

Thus, the objective of the summoning was to be achieved.

Then there's only one thing left.

“I will now come to a conclusion. ”

It's just a triumph.

Ferda clears her throat again after fixing the knife.

The duc asked about the strange changes as if they were fun.

“Oh, are you sure about that? ”

“Of course.”

“Hahaha! If you can do something, do it! ”

The duc's feet hit the ground.

A fierce assault that continues straight away. It was an attack with strong power one by one like before. But I didn't avoid it this time.

It's just a straight line to the duc.

What are you up to? ’

At this rate, there is no avoidance of fatal wounds.

Unless the duc changes his sword. He hesitates for a moment, but the duc does not change his sword. You have an idea. I was stabbing a knife thinking about it.

Kwaek!

Suddenly, the duc's knife crumpled.

This was not the only mutation. Ferda, who had left three steps behind, had caught up with him. A dull knife touched his neck as the blade became dull.

When I felt the cold feeling of iron.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

The duc's eyes are getting bigger and bigger.

I never took my eyes off her for a moment. I didn't even blink, but I couldn't feel a thing. Ferda's got his back, and even the knife's trajectory.

Subsequently, there was a change in the ballroom.

The atmosphere turned cold as if it had been splashed with cold water.

No one opened their eyes. From young nobles to nobles. Even Sarphene, the Second Prince who had remained calm, looked at this scene with trembling eyes.

Then, Ferda opens her mouth.

“I look forward to the next duel. ”

A small voice announces the end of the duel.

Then the duc smiled. The questions remained, but the results were clear. And Duke Setier was a man who could admit defeat.

“A joyful duel. My defeat.”

A peacock raising his hands lightly and muttering in a bold voice.

Then the protégé got very drunk.

“No, that's ridiculous. ”

“How could the Duke. ”

You hear a shout of disbelief everywhere.

Some nobles still seem dumbfounded that this situation is still unbelievable. On the other hand, those who denied the revealed reality were also seen.

“Can't you tell by pretending? Of course you did! ”

“There's no reason for the Duke to take this fight seriously. ”

“He must have done it to keep the entertainment alive. ”

Most did not accept the defeat of the Duke of Setier.

Is that so? Nobles try to deny the consequences even if they insist on it.

Meanwhile, Duke Setier takes off his left glove.

Then I took off the ring on the index finger and gave it to Ferda.

“Take this. ”

“Is this · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

“I usually use it when I don't have an invitation. ”

The duc grins.

Then he said the bomb. It was enough to shut the mouths of the nobles who supported and advocated for him.

“I look forward to running into you again. It's been almost a decade since I met an enemy. ”

Duke Setier himself called the enemy.

The nobles, who accused Ferda of that, quickly closed their mouths. Duke Setier was famous for his silence. The duc said, as he took in a single glance of horror and chaos.

“While you're in the capital, feel free to visit my mansion. ”

The duc then added that if he showed the ring, he would pass without any inspection. Then Ferda turns around and replies.

“I'd be happy to do it if the Lord allows it. ”

“Jugun? By the way · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The duc's gaze settles on reality.

A moment later, he smiles beautifully at the perception of his mistakes.

“Sorry I'm late. ”

“Don't worry. If I'd met an enemy in a long time, so would I. ”

A calm answer not suitable for your age.

Did you like the way it looked? The duc shook his hand, smiling.

“Thank you for understanding. Setier du Raganata. ”

“This is Silvan Archdut. ”

“Please come. I'll treat you like a nobleman.”

“Yes, I will visit soon. ”

I smiled.

Then the intestine became more flustered.

He will, too. In fact, he is the heir who has not yet inherited the family. Moreover, he was a heterogeneous species.

You would treat him like such a nobleman? The most powerful duke in the kingdom?

No wonder the nobles were so frightened.

On the other hand, Sarphene, who was watching this, looked back.

“Do you really think the Duke took care of you? ”

“A little at first, but not the last. ”

“Hmmm, what does that mean? ”

“Beating the Duke of Setier was purely his skill. ”

In Argal's reply, Sarphene closes her mouth.

After a while, a dry voice followed.

“Argal.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

“I must make an appointment as soon as possible. Let's get a date.”

“I will take my orders. ”

Leaving Argal with his head down.

He gazes at Ferda and Jigsy.

“If only those two could have it. ”

Sarphene, deep in thought.

The gray eyes drip with greed.

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