The sword she chose was more specialized in cutting than stabbing. Charlize laughed for a moment.
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The mercenary frowned his brows.
Chaeng!
Charlize gently knocked out the sword of a mercenary. The mercenary felt a tingling grip and for a moment was dumbfounded. Did she just push the sword away?
However, it couldn't have been surprising, as soon as Charlize gently swung the long sword and grazed the mercenary's head.
A hairband hung from the end of the sword that went down the arc.
"!"
The mercenary's hair was untied from the hairband. His hair flutters like a lion mane.
The mercenary's face is all messed up.
Charlize stared at the mercenary.
The mercenary clenched his teeth and stabbed the sword into Charlize's side copper. The initial idea of not getting scratched has long been gone.
Then.
Charlize jumped high to avoid the mercenary's sword.
"…Nonsense."
"Not really."
Charlize answered briefly to the mercenary's sighs.
She came up too high, even without a help, to the point where the expression of flying like a butterfly would be more appropriate.
Charlize, who landed gently, moved in earnest. Her sword poured down to the mercenary as if she's seen enough.
Chaeng-chaeng!
Yes. The expression "pouring down" was correct.
The mercenary could not stop the flowing sword. On his back, his thigh, his lower abdomen, and on his ear. The whole body was covered with wounds in an instant.
Only a few times, I blocked it with a sword, but the sword that came in right after was so fast.
"Ugh, kheuk!"
The mercenary tried not to back down. He met a real opponent. His survival instinct sounded a warning light.
A cool tension that was not felt in all kinds of battlefields or dungeons.
He now moved with a determination to kill Charlize. The instinct to do so stood up.
But even if the mercenary tried his best, it was impossible to wield a sword at Charlize.
Charlize lightly stepped aside to avoid it, or stopped it as if she was annoyed with a sword.
Chaeng!
When the two swords collided, the whole body of the mercenary trembled like a shudder. Too overpowering. It was as hard as an impenetrable wall.
Charlize's eyes, which he met close, were burning cold.
An eerie sense of incongruity as if looking at the monster from the front.
Charlize cut him stronger with a recoil that struck the mercenary's sword.
As if to give punishment.
"Argh! Ugh!"
Actually, it doesn't make any sense.
Unless you have mana overlaid, the long sword that blocked the large sword from the front couldn't be fine. It's broken in two or bent.
However, the long sword moved in a good extent, and cut down the mercenaries.
It wasn't just that. Breaking the myth that a thin sword is hard to stab, Charlize 'stab' the sword into the mercenary's body.
Digging and scratching.
'What's that?'
It was a smooth move that made viewers doubt their eyes.
A monster of unknown limits casts a dark shadow over the sword. Keira was a monster made in the hands of the royal family.
To cut, stab, and avoid. Despite the repetition of that simple action, Charlize was clearly on the right.
Meanwhile, Charlize was recalling a dream she had in the morning.
'Would I be so angry like this if the emperors had given me the least respect?'
Of course, Charlize knows. There was a sword called Keira.
However, the emperor was still able to hear the sword's language. No one had ever listened to her. Rather…
"…Hmph, haah."
The mercenary breathed heavily. Subsequently, high swords poured down on him.
Neither the 9th prince nor the observers could prevent this confrontation.
The referee thought the princess would give up soon. That's why. He opened his mouth, forgetting even that he had to make a decision about the duel.
From the moment he saw Charlize's sword, the 9th prince was in fear.
'What am I looking at now?'
The 9th prince had doubted his eyes. But he had no choice but to believe it.
The 9th prince knew quite well about swordsmanship. However, he have not heard such a sword. Is that a human sword?
It completely transcended the use of swords.
No, it was only a sword to kill.
'To make it worse, he took Ronan's lineage as a weakness and he threatened me.'
Charlize was thinking of a moment when she was Keira. The time when she was cut down as a sword.
In front of her eyes was the 9th prince who dared to turn her into a sword.
The sword is directed at the giant.
The mercenary dared not dare to kill Charlize. Now, with the desire to live, he swung the sword desperately.
"Aahhh!"
But it was useless. Charlize's sword continued to reach the mercenary.
Charlize's dress was still as elegant as ever.
The mercenary blood began to pool on the floor of the duel. Blood drips on Charlize's sword.
Suddenly, Charlize looked straight at the 9th prince.
The 9th prince inadvertently backed away, tired of Charlize's keen eyes. He just got goosebumps watching them fight.
It was as if the princess whispered to herself like this.
'Look, this is your future. If you insult me again, I will make you like this.'
Having a sense of resistance and wanting to press it is also an emotion for someone who is at some level.
This was an overwhelming difference.
'It's a monster…! That's a monster!'
The 9th prince was obsessed with the idea to escape from Charlize.
The swordsmanship of masters is good just by watching the duel. You can learn how to move around to be the most efficient.
But Charlize's sword.
Beyond the range of learning.
During a duel, even though she was looking somewhere else. The giant could not hurt Charlize at all.
Charlize drew attention from the 9th prince.
The giant had rather wished the duel to end quickly. However, Charlize's sword hurt so much that he couldn't open his mouth even if he wanted to shout.
"Completely… You're playing with it."
Everyone agreed to the murmur of the knight.
I purposely didn't finish it at once. To inflict maximum pain, he was hurting a lot as long as the game was not over.
Breaking down an opponent with only the dexterity of a fatal wound was a top-notch thing.
Finally, the duel was over.
Charlize's sword was thrust under the mercenary's neck.
Only then did the mercenary tremble when he felt it was over. A sword fell from the hand of the giant.
There was a cold silence in the hall.
No one could point fingers at the mercenary.
"I lose. I lose."
The mercenary knelt down.
It was a perfect defeat.
"Ro, Charlize of the Ronan family. Win!"
The referee rattled his voice.
He couldn't believe it even with his eyes.
Charlize looked indifferently at the giant, and slowly pulled up the sword.
The knights that worried Charlize would get hurt remained solid.
'I lose.'
Cold sweat flowed down the back of both the 9th prince and the mercenary.
This resembled an animal instinct. Wouldn't a person feel panic in order to escape the predator and feel fear?
The 9th prince was a typical superior who was weak to the strong and strong to the weak.
Charlize got off from the duel and Dylan was quietly watching.
The 9th prince's pupils were dilated. Breathless too, and muscles all over his body were tense. When someone touched it from the side, it was so hard that it was the source.
There was only one thing Charlize, who was slowly approaching, would ask the 9th prince.
"I'm sorry, I apologize for the insult I made. The dishonor of Dylan, the lack of respect for My lady…It is all wrong...!"
Losing the duel, it was a deserved apology.
A duel to restore honor. A man who breaks the etiquette of the knight loses everything. Even if it's a royal family.
Charlize looked down at the 9th prince.
"…I accept your apology."
The 9th prince scrambled to his feet to escape the monster quickly. His legs trembled.
Charlize spoke to the 9th prince and said,
"You should take your escort knight too, Your Highness."
"That, that's right."
The 9th prince found the mercenary, not knowing what he was talking about.
As he approached the 9th prince, the mercenary avoided Charlize's gaze in private.
She's real. The mercenaries thought. He think the Imperial Palace is such a dangerous place.
"…If you take a month to recover, you'll get well."
Dylan added kindly.
Healing potions are offered at low prices to the imperial knight.
But the 9th prince and his escort did not answer back. He stumbled in crowds and ran.
All that was left in the empty duel were Charlize and Dylan, the maids, the referee and the knights who were watching.
"I'll clean it up."
The referee came to notice.
Charlize put on a long sword with an indifferent face. The referee took it with a stoop.
Charlize breathed slowly.
She was beautiful, hard to believe there was a fierce duel just now. But the knights didn't dare see Charlize as a lady to protect.
Until Charlize left the duel, the knights were completely frozen.
*****
I was on my way back to the building. Especially, Mary, a maid of honor, couldn't shut her mouth with her mouth open as if surprised.
"My lady… you're like a real knight. No, you're not like a real knight, but you're a real knight….."
"I want to have dinner early today."
Dylan cut Mary off and looked at the maids. It was a silent order to go to the restaurant and prepare a meal.
The maids, who read the tacit energy on the prince's face, bent over and pulled Mary away.
Now only Charlize and Dylan are left.
Charlize thought Dylan would ask about her sword skills. But Dylan asked another question with a curious eye.
"Why did you apply for a duel for my honor?"
I forgot about it.
In Dylan's eyes, Charlize seems to have fought a duel over the loss of Dylan's honor. Looks like she's out there for Dylan.
"I don't know if you really did come forward for me or if there's any other reason."
Charlize was embarrassed for a moment because it was the first question she had been looking forward to so much.
At the moment, Dylan's black hair felt as secret as that of the Dark Lord.
Apparently it was cool, but somewhere there was an atmosphere like a ruler. A serene beast who hides his claws, which cannot be compared to the 9th prince.
Dylan's quiet mask was peeled away, and the gap seemed to show the real 'Dylan'. It was perfect enough to give me goose bumps.
Even without Keira, he would have put the world under control his feet.
"And."
In the middle of thinking, Dylan came close to Charlize without warning.
Charlize stopped breathing for a moment. As soon as he get closer, his lips will touch hers. Her breath was tangled.
Dylan whispered a very secret. Elegant pronunciation
"How did you know? I… It's not fun to live like this."
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