1.
April 20th, 982nd.
It was the 15th birthday of Eden Stroke, the second son of the Grand Duke, and also the day of a duel with any unnamed rank-and-file member of the family.
It was a stroke family that sent out invitations with the intention of informing the public that Eden, who was a child he had offered, had been revived, but the aristocrats who were acquainted with Eden often laughed at the story.
"That little pig, he didn't want to be dragged to the front, so he threw himself away to the Grand Duke. "I heard that he said he would prove his ability by fighting a duel against a knight, but isn't it ridiculous to see him go wild?"
"I heard you caught the first sword in your life three months ago. I don't know what kind of nerve he's trying to fight for, because he's been obsessed with drinking and gambling until then."
"Don't you know? It's possible that the hoodlum is a genius like a thousand-year-old prosecutor, Regenshawer, and he'd have mastered the armour in just three months!"
"The Count of Telbani, you're joking too much. Haha!"
Some of the invited aristocrats exchanged jokes mocking Iden. Other aristocrats, who quietly wait for the start of the duel in the corner, do not respond, but seem to sympathize with the atmosphere, albeit passively.
However, there were some who swallowed the quarter by looking at those who talked behind their backs.
"Me, ··!"
"Hold on, Jimmy, whatever we say, we'll only get caught."
This was the case with a group of apprentices who had watched Iden vomit blood and tried hard at the aerobatics, shared swords with the rehabilitated man, or became strangely awe-inspiring after receiving a family seal.
Although Iden has won consecutive victories against them, it is unofficially. The repercussions were also minimal. Litten, who disapproved of her younger brother's changing reputation, was one of the reasons why rumors did not spread to the public, but most of the time, even if someone overheard the story, they suspected that it was a false rumor or that he had used cowardly measures.
Exceptions are those who have seen the scene in person. This was the case with the father and daughter of the Duchess of Utland, who are now seated in the VIP seat of the Yeonmujang.
"Isn't it possible for Eden to win?”
"Were you worried about your fiance long before the duel started? It's no use raising a daughter.You're the one.“
At first glance, the expression seemed to be upsetting, but in Elbio's expression, there was a glimmer of satisfaction. He was waiting for his daughter in front of him to receive her grandson as soon as possible.
Chesha, who understands her father's inner thoughts, looks bitter and moves her eyes to the hall where the duel will soon take place.
About three weeks ago, she succeeded in using proper spells for the first time in her life. In other words, the effect of the spirit tablet given by Iden out of nowhere was real.
Of course, the potency of yin and yang tea was only temporary. But Iden, who gave her the drug, seemed to know how to solve the Mana Sensing Disorder completely, which made Chesha feel even more thirsty.
Tired, she stamped her feet and waited for a reunion with Eden.
And on the other hand, such a self-assessment was rarely understood.
' '·· It's not that I like him as a straight man. As a benefactor and childhood friend who has given me every clue to my disability, I have only good intentions.'
Having been under pressure from her father about marriage, she had a strong opposition to the fact that it was a relationship between a man and a woman.
However, when I think about my childhood friend who gave me hope to dream of becoming a wizard again, I couldn't stop myself from warming up.
"···힘내."
She quietly sent a word of support to Iden, who was in the waiting room.
2.
About 10 minutes before entering the airfield, I was checking my condition in the waiting room, and Linia came in out of nowhere and said.
"Sir, sir. You've come to see you.“
"What? Who is it at a time like this?“
"He, ··, Grand Duke of Poden Stroke, and Sir Evel Stroke.“
No, given that Poden is, Evel?
I think it's my grandfather's estate.
Why is he suddenly looking for me?
A sudden surge of annoyance sprang up.
"There are no such cases as this. Why do you have to come to me right before the duel?“
"Do, Master. There are two people right outside the door. Please refrain from harsh words and deeds.“
"You've already heard it, so there's no need to stop it, miss.“
a sudden strange voice
Suddenly two men came into the waiting room. One was my father, Poden Stroke, and the other was a muscular old man with gray hair.
Which means that grandfather must be the Evel Stroke of the Medieval sword.
As a member of the Continental Divine Girl, he is known to be a Knight of the North and has a warlike disposition. However, he is not a person who appears in the original book with such a great deal of importance, to the shame of his name.
Evel looked at me and clicked his tongue.
"I'm sure you heard that you were trying to repent and make a difference. It seems to me that terrible temper still lingers.“
"Master."
Evel closed his mouth as he looked at Forden, who looked at him reproachfully. Then he glanced up and down at me, and said in vain,
"Chem, but seeing you lose all the fat you've gained, you seem to have tried. I'll give you that.“
"I'm busy right now. Can't you just tell me what you're doing here?“
To be honest with you, I don't like this old man very much.
I know he can exert enormous influence on the knights of the North, but I don't want to buy much favor.
Evel has a history of eating a bowl of sweet potatoes to his readers by showing off his unique old-fashioned temperament in the original novel. The main character, Epio, did not help to confront the Schnipelt family, the final boss of the second part, because they had damaged the Riddle and Stroke families.
Evel said to me.
"Well, I just came to warn you.“
"Warning?"
"A rank-and-file engineer named Julio Bas, who came to duel with you, is the child I taught myself for about half a year. He had excellent qualities. I've heard that you've done quite a bit of a good job against apprentices, but Hoolio's different from those panhandlers."
"So you want me to surrender? It's not funny if it's a joke."
"No. You can't win anyway, it means you have to struggle as much as you want. Depending on how long you hold out, I can make you a special apprentice to this body."
Do you hold out against Julio?
As a hand-made student?
The moment I heard that, I realized why Poden came to the waiting room with Evel in his presence.
" 전하· 전하 전하 전하 Your Highness. If I lose this duel, will you send me to the Liperta border?"
Then Poden looks at me without a word.
The silent positivity made me laugh in vain.
"Was that so?"
The Liperta border is a front adjacent to Spiol. The important thing here is that Evel Stroke is serving there.
The Grand Duke already knew that the relationship between his successor, Litten, and his second son, Eden, was very bad. Iden's trip to Spiol was probably intended to separate the two before a major conflict broke out between the brothers.
But I suddenly rehabilitated and began to learn swordsmanship at a terrifying pace. He has emerged as a valuable asset to spend time in the military without thinking.
After agonizing over this, the Grand Duke finally came up with a solution. That is to leave the Iden to the Liperta border, where Evel is, instead of the Spiol Front.
It was a fantastic scheme to keep me away from Liton, as well as to train me from under an excellent teacher to swordsmanship.
Perhaps today's duel is a work to create that cause.
I thought it was strange for that stubborn old man to come all the way here because he was invited by a young man like Litten, but it turned out that Forden had used his hands behind his back. It seems to me that Julio has known for a long time that he is as strong as an elite knight.
Litten, you seem to have been playing hard, but what would you look like if you knew you were playing on my father's palm?
The black-hearted Grand Duke told me.
"Eiden. Entering the uncle's apprenticeship is not a bad condition for you either. So why don't you leave the mansion for a few years? I promise I will use you in my family after the problem is solved."
"Your oath is heavy, Your Highness. As promised, if we win today's duel against the rank-and-file driver, we won't have to go to the front, will we?"
“···!”
Forden seemed surprised when he took back what he had said one day.
Things have become complicated in many ways, but the conclusion is simple. It's just that if I beat Julio, I can live as I please.
Evel laughed as if he were having fun.
The scenario has already reached the same level as the elite article. Do you really think you can win the duel with your skills?"
"I don't know until I try."
"I've heard that I've achieved a great deal in just four months since I caught the sword. Maybe that's why you're full of confidence. But geniuses as much as you are are scattered and scattered on this continent, young man.
It seems like I'm trying to tell a frog-like story in a well, but I know better than you do about my own limitations and the reality of this worldview.
I suggested to him.
"Then will you bet on the outcome of the duel?"
"That's funny. What's the prize?"
"I don't have anything, so let's make it materialistic, but let's just let the loser do whatever the winner wants."
"Hot, if you are defeated in a duel anyway and come to Liperta, you will have to obey my command as soon as possible. In fact, it's a condition that you don't lose anything at all."
"So you're afraid I'll win?”
A slight touch of pride hardened Evel's expression. This is a provocation that cannot be ignored if his character values honor.
As expected, Evel bit the bait.
"Okay, then let's try the bet."
"Don't say anything else later."
I giggled inwardly.
You got a pushover.
3.
the first soft arm of a stroke mansion
When the duel was scheduled, the Iden stroke appeared there.
On the VIP seat on the outskirts of the Yeonmudang were the nobles who came from all over the country upon receiving Litten's invitation, and they were all amazed to see the rumor and the other look of the hoodlums.
"That's an Iden stroke?"
"You said it was a pig that was about to roll. Isn't the exaggeration excessive?"
It was jade's tee that the flesh was plump, but it was Iden, who appeared only to be a nobleman born of a noble family.
While the hall was getting cluttered, the referee declared.
"Then we will begin the duel between Julio, the third son of Barth's Baroness, and Iden, the second son of Stroke."
The roaring nobles soon closed their mouths and looked at the stage with eyes full of anticipation. I wonder how bad that hoodie will look.
4.
Looking at the aristocrats looking at the eyes of ridicule on this side makes me frown.
Looking at those eyes I'm looking forward to how I'm going to pop, I feel like I've come to the execution of some villain. Well, considering what Eden has done so far, it's not entirely wrong.
Julio told me.
"According to the rules of duel established by the Struggist Church, the player gives way to Confucius, who has not been formally appointed. For five seconds after the start of the duel, I will only conduct a defense test."
"I know that the rule of giving way to a player is almost a dead-end rule even in the church. Why would you want to save my face by ending the duel at once?"
"No, just to tell you the difference between Confucius and me."
Go, o, ooh!
Soon the intangible energy that had leaked from Julio's body twirled around his body. When I saw it, I hardened my face. That was the advanced application of air respiration, the Panzer. an invincible shield that is hard to break no matter what the opponent uses.
However, he predicted this level from the beginning.
Julio told me.
"Come on."
"I have no regrets."
Shortly after the laughing and replying so much, the referee declared the start of the duel. I rush at once towards Julio, kicking the ground.
The forthcoming blow was a victory or defeat.
Repeat the breathing of the al-Sigma to raise the vibrations as much as possible. And he concentrated all his strength on a single stroke of his left fist.
the first season of the al-Sigma period
a bilshaker
Pavabak!
At that moment, Julio's relaxed expression cracked rapidly. At the same time, his iron-walled armour was also shattered from the inside. It is by no means a frontal smash. The connection itself, which formed the shield called the armour, collapsed.
"Gasp!"
The next moment he flew into the air throwing up black blood.
an end
c Furuba