A knight only takes his fair share.
Josef said it was okay to lose.
The young man, who always prepares for the worst, was already preparing for the possibility that Vlad would be defeated. Bayezid’s knights, who willingly gave up the opportunity to spar for the boy, did not think that the chances of Vlad defeating Istvan were high.
No one would expect that he could barely beat the count’s son, who had received the best education since childhood.
Zayardo, his teacher, and Alicia, who entrusted him with honor.
And even Godin, who was smiling the same way as before outside the battlefield.
But still, at least once.
“Go for it.”
I also want to receive expectations from people like me.
“Let’s see how good you are.”
Because now I am also a person carrying my own honor.
Because there was no shame in the struggle I went through to get up to this point.
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Kyaang-!
Kang-!
Flames that jump out without fail every time sword and sword collide.
Bayezid’s knights who were watching the duel were clenching their fists without realizing it.
“good. “You’re doing great.”
“You just have to keep going. Just like that.”
It was a great sword destruction method that was taught as if hitting at a tight time.
Nevertheless, Vlad was taking Istvan’s sword as they had taught.
Even though I stumbled, I gritted my teeth.
Avoid thrusts using length and avoid strikes using weight.
As it was an extreme posture that would be difficult to use in actual combat, the game-changing strategy that Vlad had launched was clearly eating away at Istvan.
“You rat!”
Therefore, the only way to reach Vlad was with a horizontal cut with the ferocious range unique to the great sword, but even that was not feasible.
Teuung-!
‘What a bastard!’
Godin said that the blonde kid in front of him had only been holding a sword for a year.
However, compared to the experience he was using, the counterattack he was using now was an extremely advanced technique and technique.
“How long are you going to run away!”
Vlad approaches the duel entirely on defense, as if he has given up on attacking.
Istvan knew that Vlad would not be able to dodge and block like this forever, but the problem was that by then, he would not be free from the problem of physical strength.
Because the weapon called a greatsword is harder and heavier than other weapons, it is a weapon that places a much greater physical burden on its owner.
‘Damn it!’
Stephen felt as if he was walking through mud.
The battlefield created by Bayezid, Vlad’s attitude that seemed to have been prepared in advance, and even the ground that was becoming increasingly muddy, although I don’t know if it was his mood.
Even the air he breathed in was so heavy that he felt as if everything in Deirmar was interfering with him.
“Is it because you came up from a lowly place? “The way you do it is extremely dirty!”
For those reasons, Stephen was now impatient.
The boy can lose, but Stephen must not lose.
No, the fact that he was struggling like this against an unknown knight was already a shame.
“Even the mother who gave birth to you will turn her eyes away if she sees your shabby appearance now!”
Vlad couldn’t stop laughing as he looked at Istvan, who was now condescending and provoking even his parents.
Stephen was twitching his lips as if he was going to put up with this, but the provocation just now was nothing more than a greeting in a back alley.
“······That can’t be possible.”
And even if his mother was here, Vlad knew very well that she would not point a finger at him right now.
It was an unfavorable and precarious situation no matter who saw it, but Vlad was clearly moving forward one step at a time toward victory.
“······!”
In an instant, a trail of flashing silver light.
From his sharply forged stance, the blow stretched out like an arrow and flew towards Stephen’s face.
It was an attack that could not be easily responded to because it was a movement that had never been shown before.
“This bastard…”
“You want me to come in?”
A single drop of blood flowing down the cheek.
The tip of the lowly knight’s sword that he had ignored so much passed by Stephen’s cheek.
“······.”
Godin, who was standing outside the duel arena as an observer, even flinched for a moment when he saw the blow just now.
The attack was shallow as it was aimed at speed, but it caught us off guard.
‘It’s getting closer.’
Godin noticed that the gap between Stephen and Vlad was gradually narrowing.
It was proof that Vlad was also aiming for victory in his own way.
The achievements that the boy had accumulated so far were all possible thanks to someone else’s help, and were honors that everyone should share.
But now, as a man who carried his own honor through the title of knight, Vlad only wanted to have his own victory.
“If Count Gaidar sees you now, he’ll be jumping for joy, right?”
“······!”
Provocation should not end in a meaningless echo.
It must be approached as an existential threat, and it would be perfect if it could humiliate the other person.
Just like Vlad is doing now.
“This, this bastard…”
As Istvan watched Vlad leisurely taking up his stance again, as if this was a provocation, bright red bloodshot eyes began to form around his eyes.
“this.”
As if he couldn’t bear it any longer, an aura began to bloom from the tip of Stephen’s sword.
Raising one’s aura is the act of bringing one’s world out into the world.
That much mental power is consumed, and the consumed mental power eats away at your physical strength.
Godin clicked his tongue when he saw Stephen, who had been wonderfully caught up in the boy’s intentions.
“······I’ve come this far.”
Feeling the changing atmosphere of the battlefield, Xayar quickly placed his hand on the handle of his sword.
“You’ll have to hold on well from now on.”
Xayar, who was standing as an observer, was watching the scene in front of him with keen attention.
He was preparing for the worst and was ready to storm into the battlefield at any time.
“die! “You lowly bastard!”
[come!]
The true horror of great swordsmanship lies in the continuous succession of strikes rather than the powerful blows contained in each one.
As it is a weapon that is not easy to switch between offense and defense, it is a weapon that must achieve results with one launch.
Therefore, only continuous attacks can offset the great sword’s weaknesses.
“Ugh!”
bang! Quang! bang!
The ground shook from all directions and muddy rain began to fall everywhere.
The vibration felt as if an earthquake had occurred, making it difficult for Vlad to maintain his balance.
“Just try to avoid this too!”
The field was exploding as Stephen’s aura was swinging with anger.
Poorly cut grass and dirt fell like rain, blocking Vlad’s vision.
[Still, you have to see it!]
Istvan’s angry sword was raised as if he had been waiting to follow Vlad’s dizzying footwork.
‘shit!’
It was a situation that was induced, and the result was intended, but the reality that we actually faced was not easy.
Indeed, the world of Stephen, which had been solidly built with the support of the Count family, still had a power that would be difficult for Vlad to access.
That is, if it was normal for me to keep my cool.
‘from now on!’
If you keep avoiding it, you might be able to draw.
Even if you lose, there are still some achievements you can achieve.
However, Vlad now wanted to escape from the situation of avoiding, running away, and promising the next time.
‘······.’
There is a knight in front of me who destroyed his nest.
That day, he ran away from the rose’s smile and from Shoara, but he no longer wanted to back down in front of that man.
“Ugh!”
Look carefully.
Now I am proud and worthy.
I did my best to get up here.
For some, it may have been a qualification given at birth, but for Vlad, it was a product of struggle.
The boy had never stopped before to extend his current sword.
‘see!’
There was a small gap visible.
Even in the stormy flow of blows, there was a small gap that could reach Stephen.
[left!]
In an instant, a heavy blow lands on your shoulder.
“Tsk!”
Following its owner’s will, the armor imbued with the breath of children desperately twisted Stephen’s trajectory.
It was armor stolen from a Holy Knight who was more confident than anyone else in following God’s will.
“How dare you!”
A characteristic of a greatsword that is difficult to use against short distances due to its long length.
It was Vlad’s charge that removed his sword with unbelievable speed and strange movements, but Istvan had already learned several ways to prepare for his weaknesses.
“Gagging!”
Strong and solid.
Stephen’s strong body, which was born through blood, was a great weapon in itself.
Istvan’s kick suddenly penetrates Vlad’s abdomen.
Moreover, Istvan’s left hand, which was now free, was approaching Vlad’s face.
“Is that enough?”
“Keuuk!”
However, Vlad only blocked Istvan’s blow with his forehead as if showing off.
“This is crazy!”
Ramund’s shining forehead was clearly imprinted in the boy’s memory.
The old knight, who was now retired, spared no effort in teaching Bayezid’s knight who would be in charge next.
[Now is the time!]
One moment, just this moment.
The boy did his best to take a single leap that took advantage of the gap.
A noble person can rise again even if he falls, and a wealthy person can recover even if he fails.
However, in life in the back alleys, where you only have to aim for one chance, you have to risk everything on that one chance.
Just like the boy right now.
“die! “You son of a bitch!”
There is no need to look anymore.
There’s an opponent right in front of you.
Because I couldn’t give up my vision, I had to get closer and see the world that had been waiting for Vlad, who closed his left eye.
noble world. A world prepared.
That’s why Stephen’s world looked down on him.
The tip of the sword of the boy who had crawled up from the back alley reached the tip.
With my own world bursting out in white.
In front of everyone here.
The white snake entangled in the tree let out a loud noise along with the boy’s world.
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“······Am I justified?”
Blood was leaking from the nape of Stephen’s neck.
If we had dug a little deeper, Stephen would probably have died.
“So… you can get fair compensation, right?”
The end of a duel where everyone is silent.
The boy’s sword reached the tip of the noble man’s neck, and someone had to stop the boy from reaching the end of the noble man’s neck.
“Answer me-!”
“······okay.”
It has finally reached you.
Knight of Blue Moonlight.
The sword under the moonlight that he had longed for was finally seeing him.
“So give it to me. “You too.”
That day I lost my nest.
I begged for my life with a messy piece of meat.
So now I have to get something too.
“The driver gets a fair price. Godin of Gaidar.”
Just cause, just qualification.
And just results.
The boy climbed so far to get this result.
So it would be natural to demand compensation for victory.
“I demand Stephen’s sword as payment for this duel.”
The driver receives only fair compensation.
The first person to tell it was the Blue Moonlight Knight who was looking at him right in front of him.
A boy shedding tears and a nobleman shivering from the cold touch on the tip of his neck.
A blue moonlight knight blocking the boy’s sword and a one-eyed knight surrounding the boy.
On the battlefield where the swords of the parties and observers were chaotically intertwined, the priest who upheld the will of God declared with a trembling voice.
“Victory, the winner is Bayezid’s knight. Vlad of Shoara!”
The boy’s blonde hair was shining under the shining sun.
Like everyone here, you will be keeping an eye on the Shindo boy’s victory today.
This was the moment when the boy’s sword finally reached the world above.
