118 “Please, Be Safe!”
‘Ah yes, don’t let them get up again!’
Eleanora nodded her head as she agreed with Ain’s words in her mind.
Victors’s body shook from the sudden rush of cold from sowhere, but he couldn’t get why he was feeling so chill.
‘Why do i feel that soone is watching ?’
“Okay, let’s have a battle.”
Victor raised one corner of his mouth and smiled as he heard Eleanora’s words, not realizing that he was a fool rushing in where angels fear to tread.
‘She beca a senior knight, but so what? It’s not like her swordsmanship skills will improve along with her rank.’
“Let’s have so people as witnesses and make it a formal match. You never know what’s going to happen during the fight, right?”
“Sure.”
.....
“Sir Claude, Sir Bastian. Please do us a favor.”
Two of the knights standing behind Victor stepped forward.
A formal match prohibits the use of incantations and is a comprehensive battle of swordsmanship and martial arts, which lasts until one person declares surrender.
No matter what happens during the fight, both parties will not be held responsible for each other.
The two unfamiliar knights told Eleanora the conditions for the spar.
Under the presence of the two lesser knights, the battle between Eleanora and Victor was ready.
By the ti Eleanora tied her disheveled shiny silver hair again, people had begun to gather in the training grounds one by one.
They had co to practice, however, everyone’s gaze was caught by this unexpected duel.
Their enthusiasm only grew when they saw the faces of the two duelers.
One was the future empress and the senior knight Eleanora, where the other was Victor Sihorge, who was said to have good sword skills despite being a re lesser knight.
The result should be obvious.
Word spread within a short amount of ti, and apprentice and lesser knights alike quickly surrounded the training ground.
One could also see so senior knights in the crowd.
Victor laughed inwardly.
It is all going the way he’d intended.
The more people present, the easier it will be to bring down Eleanora.
Victor looked at Eleanora with gleaming eyes.
Her wavy shiny silver hair, her considerably tall figure for a woman, and her extrely beautiful facial features, which could be called god gifted beauty.
Not to ntion the beautiful jewel like sharp blue eyes made everyone even more stunned for a mont as she drew her sword.
Eleanora held the thin sword in front of her face.
It was lying flat and, over the top surface of the sharp blade, she glanced toward Victor, her eyes were still shining without no hint of fear.
Her was body relaxed without any reaction to the commotion around her.
It’s a big deal if you get hurt by the blade of a shattering sword, so the spectators kept their distance a little.
Victor also drew his Bastard sword and held the body of his sword upright.
The Bastard Sword was as wide as his face.
[A/N: Any of the large, straight-bladed European swords used with either one or two hands longsword is called a Bastard sword.
It’s not the typical ‘Bastard’ cursing word we use like greetings -_-]
The sound of the blades scraping through the scabbard echoed through the training ground.
Both of them put their swords in front of their faces.
Then, the tips of their swords faced each other.
The contrast between the thin, long sword and the large, broad sword was striking.
Eleanora closed her eyes for a mont and then opened her eyes again with a sharp movent as the match started with a loud sound.
Although Victor was not tall like the emperor but he was also very quick.
He was accurate and moved naturally as if water was flowing.
‘Faster, faster!’
Victor’s sword sliced through the air.
An ominous force that seed to be able to break a sword was directed towards Eleanora.
Clang!
The friction between the tals resounded loudly, and one sword flung into the sky just after one strike.
The sunlight reflected off the sword as it circled in the air.
The sword’s shadow could be seen for quite so ti on the ground, showing that the sword was thrown pretty high up.
It then crashed into the floor of the training ground.
The surrounding knights began to roar.
Letting go of the sword was an act that even trainees did not do.
It was very shaful.
Victor’s face turned red.
It wasn’t Eleanora who lost her sword.
Victor’s hands trembled.
His hand, which had suddenly received a great shock, trembled uncontrollably.
It was like striking a sword against a stone wall.
‘What is this? How could this happen? What do I do now?’
Victor turned his gaze and looked at Eleanora, who remained expressionlss as usual but her blue eyes narrowed as her lips curved up into a mocking smrik.
He recognized his current situation by looking into her eyes.
“W, What the hell is this...!”
Vector turned his head and looked at his colleagues who were present.
Claude and Bastian’s eyes were opened wide.
The two n shook their heads at Victor’s piercing eyes.
‘No incantations present. She did not cheat.’
After seeing that, Victor beca even more confused.
His ears soon heard a low-pitched voice.
“Did you learn our first lesson well?”
Victor’s face turned red as if it was about to explode. He felt that the many knights surrounding the training ground were also shaken by this result.
It looks like Eleanora was lucky enough for her sword to strike right in the center of his, which caused Victor to lose his grip.
But to be so proud of it is just-!
“...One more ti, please.”
“Sure.”
Eleanora agreed to Victor’s request for a second fight and put her sword into its sheath.
“?”
‘She said ‘sure’, so why did she put the sword back in?’
Victor’s doubts were resolved as she untied the scabbard from her waist and threw it aside.
While he was stunned, Eleanora clenched her fists into a fighting stance.
To Victor, Eleanora was a much smaller and vulnerable lady.
.....
However, he couldn’t help but feel sothing.
Victor, who had been trained for a long ti, knew what it was.
‘It’s pressure from soone who has superiority in powers.’
His instincts were genuinely wary of this woman.
It’s been a long ti since he lost his smile.
Victor took a fighting stance, just like her.
The watching knights also swallowed their saliva at the tension between the two.
The wind blew.
As the air cooled down, Victor felt the bright sunlight fall on him, which was like Eleanora’s shiny appearance under the sunlight.
And that was the last scene Victor rembered and seem to hear soone’s cold voice before passing out.
“Be thankful that i didn’t killed you...”
...
“Sir Brayden!!”
“...?”
Sir Raymond spoke up out of nowhere.
Brayden, who was busy in work as the emperor disappeared again looked a little dissatisfied, but he listened without interrupting.
“It was so noisy outside.”
“So, should i give you so cottons to stuff them into your ear then?”
“...”
Sir Raymond was speechless. Why no one is curious to listen to his gossips?
“The knights seem to have gotten a little lazy ever since the wae. We need to them train more.”
“That’s a good idea. Anyway, that sound seed to be coming from the training grounds. So I went in that direction to see what was going on...”
“Were they doing so special training?”
Brayden asked as he thought of taking a sip of water to drench his throat.
“Da Dalton was beating Sir Victor like a dog. No, our future empress is unlikely to beat an animal, so we shouldn’t use a dog as a taphor.”
Sir Raymond changed his words and Brayden seem to hear that the future empress is fighting, then he finally froze.
“She was beating him like a scarecrow full of water lilies.”
“Wait! Who was beating what?”
Brayden opened his mouth, not caring about the water dropping from the corner of his mouth.
“Da Dalton! Our future empress!”
“...”
Brayden felt like the sky has fallen over his head.
The future empress is beating people?
“Is the other person the lesser knight Sir Victor Sihorge?”
“His cheeks were so swollen, so it was hard to tell, but you should be right.”
“...”
Brayden knew Victor well.
He was a very low-profile guy who always complained about Eleanora being a knight in every way.
As if in support of his rude behavior, his swordsmanship skills were quite good.
As he knows, Eleanora would have usually pass by without showing any particular reaction to Victor.
Perhaps because of her lack of reaction, Victor thought he was better than Eleanora and was rather arrogant.
The reason he could not be promoted this ti was because a senior knight is not determined by swordsmanship alone.
Even so, if soone objectively asked Brayden which of the two’s would win today, he would naturally raise Victor’s hand.
There was such a clear difference because of their physique unless they battle while using mana.
Eleanora Dalton should be the third person in the whole empire who have the powerful pure mana after Duke Dalton and the emperor.
But did the future empress really beat Victor like a dog even without any mana powers with that soft body of hers?
“Did Victor... look like he was drunk? Or was it that soone grabbed and held him in front of Da Dalton?”
“...You don’t seem to have much trust in Da Dalton compared to how much you care about her.
We have seen how powerful her strikes are even without using her mana- Hey! Where are you going?!”
Sir Raymond yelled as Brayden suddenly jump up from his seat and ran outside.
“To save my neck!!!”
Brayden replied as he ran.
If Victor was that heavily injured then as the person who beat him up, she should also be injured right?
What if the empress is really injured?
The emperor would slaughter the whole empire if that happens.
And the emperor would cut his neck first for not informing this important matter.
Brayden looked for the emperor as he kept chanting on his mind the sa thing.
‘Please be safe for my neck’s sake, My Lady...!!’
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