33 – 7-My dear hometown
The Great Hall was large enough for two knights to engage in martial arts.
However, it took some time to prepare.
I asked Amber and Barton, who stayed close by to escort me.
“How do you think the situation in the north is? Anything you feel?”
“Do I have to feel like I’m in the north now? I guess that’s a little difficult.”
“Whoops, f*ck.”
When she regained her dizzying spirit and glared at Amber, she finally spoke out about the series of events taking place in the convention hall.
“I don’t think there’s any need for further evaluation.”
“What is the basis for that judgment?”
“The Marquis de Jejecz has lost his trust. The fact that Count Haenrel did not attend the meeting and that Count Yakhok is so unruly that he cannot say a word is proof.”
“I feel the same way. Even I, a non-noble, feel that way, needless to say more.”
No matter how feudal it was, Yakhok’s behavior was not something to be seen in front of the head of the vassal who swore allegiance.
At Barton’s additional words, I nodded and continued.
“Do you both know the purpose of this meeting?”
“Now that the demonic invasion has become visible, aren’t you trying to find a plan?”
Amber’s summary was correct.
Kanniel de Yewitz wanted to improve the constitution of the North to prepare for the war against demons.
A number of discussions took place in various fields, such as military expansion, military station maintenance, and tax revenue.
It was a story that could be told enough now that the temperature has dropped and the devil’s descent to the south has become certain.
In order to expand the influence of the de Jejeitz family.
“So do you think this meeting will achieve that goal?”
“Isn’t it going to be difficult without Count Haenrel?”
I looked at Eileen de Yewitz, who was sitting where Countess Haenrel should have been.
The pale skin, which is the symbol of the original Aryan tribe, looked unusually blue today.
Her green eyes seemed to be looking at something, but it seemed to be out of focus because she lost her direction.
Well, I understand.
Since Eileen is currently being forced to make a political sacrifice as a pinch hitter by Count Haenrel.
I’m sure the Count of Haenlell made a fool of himself by saying, ‘There is a child from a family that is engaged to the De Jejeets family, so that child will represent the House of Haenrel.’
Without giving any permission.
She made her children, who became the heirs of the Dejewitz family, a shield for her, so that she could not do this or that.
Kanniel de Yewitz was also a poor method to cry.
In any case, it was not a hopeless situation for me.
Amber seems to have noticed that too.
“Still, the sprinkled rice cakes seem to have done their job.”
“I don’t know if they’ll bite you for a fishhook. I’ll go check it out now.”
The stage is ready, so it’s the actor’s turn to go up.
The knight I was facing glared at me with an excited expression.
Is it the joy of having a chance to impress the Dejewitz family, or the confidence that she can prove herself?
It’s a long way to go either way.
“Arken Conta of the Red Basilisk Knights, can I beat up the liar boy?”
“How long have you been escorting Count Yakhok?”
An idiot named Arken tilted his head at the sudden question.
“It’s been less than a year. Why are you asking that?”
“Then you must be the youngest of the escorts. You must have become a sword expert not too long ago, right?”
The idiot knight nodded briefly instead of answering.
With that, I could clearly read the number of Count Yakhok.
You have chosen a child whose reputation will not be damaged even if defeated.
I don’t like being used, but I can’t help it.
I spoke as if declaring to the knight I was facing.
“Five sums.”
“Yes?”
“Originally, I was going to show you off as one team, but only then will you suspect that the vassals who live on fences with swordsman have done dirty tricks.
I spoke slowly, as if declaring.
“I will shatter your sword in five sums.”
The idiot knight snorted.
“Puha, did you earn the reputation of a swordsman genius with such bravado? Even if you are a low-level sword expert as rumored, how can you cut my sword at the same level as 5 pieces?”
“The rumors are wrong.”
“That’s right. A low-level sword expert at that age…”
“I’m intermediate. And your sword can be destroyed with five sums.”
The idiot knight dug into his ear and drew out his sword as if he was no longer worth listening to.
Sword aura settled smoothly on the sword body.
That aura was definitely from a sword expert.
[I know your skill is superior to that knight, but how are you going to cut the sword of a knight with a sword aura within five sums?]
Jin’s worries were valid.
It was absurd that even if I was an intermediate level, I would cut a knight’s sword of a similar level within 5 sets.
Wouldn’t it be better if you put the pure magic of fire on your sword?
That was also impossible at present.
But I keep forgetting, so my setting is a swordsman genius?
‘Well, you’ll see it soon, so be patient.’
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I grabbed the handle of the sword, which was tied with a leather strap, and wrapped the mana around it.
Then, ridicule broke out here and there.
“That, the Sword Expert’s sword aura… It’s too swaying.”
Arken looked like he didn’t know how to react anymore.
It was because the sword aura that flowed through my sword body was fluctuating like a sword user’s.
“hahahahaha! It seems that there is nothing but pampering around our young master! So he must have mistaken himself for a sword expert!”
“That’s right! At the age of 15, I thought sword expert didn’t even make sense!”
Laughter leaked from all over the place, regardless of affiliation.
The Yakhok family laughed loudly first.
The Sorang family threw a few words along.
The Haenrel family only had a smile on their lips.
But they didn’t know.
That the vassals of the De Yewitz family didn’t laugh along.
“First is the sum.”
“So bluffing…, Huh?!”
The moment swords met, Arken must have felt that something was wrong.
The three groans were the proof.
“Heuk! Such nonsense!”
At the second encounter, Arken couldn’t hide his puzzled expression.
Originally, a sword user’s aura should have been destroyed by its sharpness as soon as it came in contact with an expert’s.
But it was rather the Arken side that was broken.
“A knighted person looks down on the level of the opponent he faces and doesn’t look at the sword aura properly. Are your eyes gnarled?”
Those who have attained the rank of Sword Expert operate their magic more precisely and delicately.
The sword aura that stuck along the sword body was the proof.
Condensing mana without wasting it, it was stronger than that of a sword user and could be maintained for a long time.
That meant that if you gave up delicacy and persistence, you could use a terrifying aura for a while.
As long as you can take into account that the aura is somewhat fluctuating.
So, when the third conjunction came and went, no one laughed at me in the Great Hall.
Even if you’re not well versed in swordsmanship, you can clearly see who’s being pushed.
“In a short-term skirmish like a duel, if you have the upper hand in mana, you can use these moves. Did you study?”
“A knight using such a deceptive tactic! Don’t you think it’s mean?!”
“I’m not a knight? I failed the entrance exam. And I said clearly? I’m a sword expert. It’s wrong to misunderstand.”
“Wow! How shameless!”
Archen had many words he wanted to say, but he seemed to be forced to swallow them on his knees before the confines of his status.
“Kuhmm! Sure enough, it wasn’t just rumors. But even if I lost, I wouldn’t be able to break my sword within the remaining two sums.”
Because my pride won’t allow it.
Archen blew mana into his sword while talking behind his back.
His sleek blade swayed like a sword user’s aura.
Arken’s judgment was not bad.
If the opponent overuses the aura, do the same accordingly.
But there was one thing he hadn’t considered.
Tata-tat, the moment Aura and Aura touched each other, light bounced like welding.
The mana that had been ignorantly beaten only for firepower entangled with each other and emitted waves of air to the surroundings.
“What are you going to do?! There’s only one left! My sword isn’t even cracked yet!”
“Stupid, it’s you who will break your sword, not me.”
Arken desperately blocked the fifth match, immediately following the fourth match.
At that time, Arken must have realized the meaning of what I said.
A never-before-tried aura overpower affects the sword.
– Kakakat!
The sword, unable to withstand Arken’s magic, shattered like glass.
“What, what?! Did you really expect me to expend too much mana to protect the sword?”
“For that, you said that your sword would be shattered within five sums. Do you know that this is a self-fulfilling prophecy?”
When my sword aura, which I had sorted out before I knew it, touched Arken’s neck, what he could say was fixed.
“……This is my defeat.”
I walked through the quiet Great Hall, dozens of eyes rolling while watching the match between winners and losers, and between the cooling wine and meat.
At the end of the steps stood Count Yakhok.
“I’m here to get what I promised.”
“hahahaha! Yes, be sure to pack your loot!”
With a big laugh, Count Yakhok put his hand on my shoulder and shouted.
“The rumors about Bjorn de Jejitz are completely false, and I, the exorcist Yakhok, hereby certify by name! From now on, if you question those rumors, you will have to fight me! “
Yakhok exclaimed coolly, as if he had wanted to make this declaration from the beginning.
His voice boomed, and saliva formed on his beard as he shouted.
“Thank you for your consideration.”
I thanked him in a low voice that only Count Yakhok could hear.
He whispered in my ear with a soft voice, unlike his yak or his harsh cry.
“Kid, I’ve helped you, so I’m going to get it too.”
“Let’s talk later.”
It is said that he has a savage temper, so it is also impossible to believe the rumors of the public.
There is no such thing as a serpent wearing a bear mask.
Still, the harvest is great.
I thought only a viscount or a baron would contact me, but that Count Yakhok?
The sprinkled rice cakes brought more results than that.
Through Count Yakhok’s arm around my shoulder, I saw Kaniel de Yewitz.
He was looking down at the Great Hall without showing any emotion on his face.
Those who sit in the high table are my hateful enemies.
The one who will lead me to my death.
The lord of the north and the sword master Kanniel de Yewitz.
But he wouldn’t have known either.
I never thought that the aftermath of the entrance exam would pour down on him like a wave.
My sword blade towards him drew the first trajectory.
I said to Kaniel de Yewitz.
“Father, I, Bjorn de Jejitz, have returned from the lighthouse village. I apologize for not being able to greet you right away due to a bit of a commotion. I heard you found me.”