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＜ Notification of gift-related person ＞
Yuria Greyhounder
[ Interest Level 1 ]
[ There are rewards available! ]
I glanced at the window in front of me and stroked my chin.
'…It's the first level of interest from the start.'
Maybe it's because he's a character with an evil tendency, so the speed at which he's likeable for him is unusual.
It's all the more so considering that Elijah is still at level 4 of interest.
I don't even know what caused this in the first place.
"…"
okay. When did this happen at the timing I expected?
Let's eat or eat.
[ Receive gift rewards from 'Yuria'. ]
[ 'Skill: Concentration of the Swordsman' has been acquired! ]
＜ Skill Info ＞
[ Skill: Concentration of Swordsman ] [ Grade: B ]
[ Dramatically improves concentration for a brief moment in combat situations. When used, reaction speed and precision are maximized. ]
'…Are you okay?'
When a desperate situation occurs, reflexes also increase as the physical ability increases, but it is a different feeling to amplify only that with a skill.
The grade is B, but if you amplify your reflexes by weaving them together like a desperate situation, that alone will already be a performance close to a cheat key.
Even if you use it alone, the benefits you can enjoy during battle will be enormous.
"young master! Long time no see!"
While I was thinking that, I saw a gentleman in a suit waving at me from afar.
Butler Hermann is an old man who has served the Campbell family for a long time.
The time I spent in the family was rather longer than that of my father, the head of the household.
Thanks to this, Hermann has that strange atmosphere that can only be exuded from someone who has almost mastered a profession. Would you say that everything is relaxed?
"…By the way, is Elfante always like this?"
"Just do it like that."
And an event of such a scale that even Hermann can't hide his embarrassment is Elfante's observation class.
In fact, the number of humans nearby is not that many.
However, if you look at those aspects.
You can see the people who roll huge amounts of capital, the nobles, and even the royal family of a country.
I can't see the super giants who are the head of the hegemony, but who would think it was a 'class' after seeing an event where such a large number of people gather?
"No, anyway…"
Herman brushed his beard and looked at the huge square arena embedded in the center of the building.
"…I wonder if that would be a little dangerous."
Herman's gaze flew into the magic engineering display board installed near the arena.
Since it is an event that attracts such a crowd, most of the observation classes fill the schedule with things that are far from the original purpose.
It is not possible to post boring things at an event where noblemen from all over the world come and watch.
So this is what was prepared.
A battle royale where dozens of students are dumped at once.
"…"
This is not an academy, but I think it is an event to be found in the Colosseum, but it is said to be a historic event that has been held since the early days of Elfante.
What a scary place.
"By the way, are you saying that the young master is participating in the middle of it?"
"…well, that's right."
Hermann said that with a hint of bewilderment, but you can't just blow this thing away.
You only have this one chance to get Gideon's attention.
"…I don't know if the head of the family will be proud or embarrassed."
Seeing Herman say that with a laugh, I also smile bitterly.
'I haven't even shown you anything really scary yet.'
Either Elijah or Elnor.
I'm not kidding, if you take even one of them with you, the whole estate will be overturned.
′′ I'm worried… I'm going to have a good time. It seems that all kinds of people are in attendance. On the way, I saw people from Seonghwangguk."
"…okay?"
I narrow my eyes and answer like that.
Certainly, considering the timing and affiliation, it must have been a group including the saintess and the 'boy king'.
The timing of arrival is much faster than expected. No matter what, it's normal to have contact with them until next month.
'Also.'
The flow of scenarios is accelerating.
The fact that the two of them came in like this meant that both groups, the Seonghwangguk and the devil worshipers, were pretty hot.
The cause may be different, but it's clear that both of them have something they want to find inside this academy.
'…I guess what it is.'
And all I'm going to do is give both of them a mess.
Neither the Seonghwangguk nor the devil worshipers are people I want to get close to.
While thinking so, Herman continued with a smile.
"Well, since it's an event with a large number of participants, it would be nice to show off your cool image. It will make you more popular with female students."
"…Yeah, what."
"sure. Isn't there another event following the end of the observation class due to timing? It will also make it easier to find a partner. I heard that the head of the household also met the hostess there…"
"…I'll just stand up."
You shouldn't bring up such scary stories.
Because Elijah and Elnor's faces shimmer.
In the sense that a strange cold sweat comes out.
'What to do…'
To impress Gideon, who will be among the crowd.
With the Tristan style swordsmanship that I have accumulated so far.
＜ Mastery Info ＞
[ Attribute: Tristan Style Swordsmanship ] [ Grade: General Purpose ]
[Current proficiency: 0%]
[This is the swordsmanship of the Duke of Tristan, a master of swordsmanship. ]
[ You can exert a certain level of power regardless of the weapon. ]
[ You can use 'Reflect' when holding a long sword. ]
[ When equipped with a long sword, you can ignore some of the opponent's defense and inflict damage. ]
The key is the second one.
bounce off.
A parry that neutralizes an opponent's attack if the timing is right. It's a system that every game has at least one.
but.
If you are an old person who has mastered all the 'timing' in the game to a perverted level.
You can create some pretty interesting situations with this.
"…"
With a wry smile, he picks up his longsword.
In fact, what I'm going to do now is actually half a scam. You could call it a skit.
However, that skit.
It will surely be eaten by the strongest knight in the empire.
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There was a dry tension in the audience.
Probably because a seat is a seat, it was clear that they would have at least some social conversation with each other.
All of the people here are the leaders of a certain group, or people who have risen to the vicinity.
maybe.
It means that it would have been if it had not been for the presence of a man sitting in the middle of the crowd.
"Why is he in a place like this…?"
"Well, I'm fine too…"
From the humans who shared such words, there were two members of the royal family somewhere.
However, the one over there must be a human who dares not even raise his voice in front of them 'like' them.
Gideon Galestud la Tristan. The Empire's strongest knight. Archduke Tristan.
Everyone's eyes were focused on that side, but the man who was receiving that kind of attention was just looking down at the arena with a blank expression.
"Uh, Gideon? What are you doing here?"
Of course, when it comes to Elfante, there is bound to be at least one tall human being who can talk first, regardless of whether the other party is a grand duke.
For example, Conrad Baltador, the dean of the Faculty of Knights.
Gideon's gaze slowly turned to it.
"…"
Conrad laughed at Gideon, who didn't get up from his seat, didn't say anything, and just gave a slight bow.
okay. This alone has garnered a lot of responses.
If he hadn't trained with the same master, he would have been completely ignored.
"What kind of wind did a guy with such a heavy hip have?"
Of course or not, Conrad slumped down beside Gideon in a friendly manner.
And by being so close, Conrad was able to find things other humans couldn't.
"…why are your arms like that?"
Seeing Gideon's bandaged arm, Conrad pointed it out, and Gideon's expression frowned for a moment.
Seeing Gideon quickly covering him with his cloak, Conrad giggled and opened his mouth.
"Are you still doing that? Catch up with the first Archduke Tristan?"
If the empire's strongest knight was going to get hurt this much, there was nothing else that could come to mind.
I used to do that often. He often did crazy things that others couldn't imagine, claiming to catch up with the first Duke of Tristan, who was called the Sword Saint.
"Hey, no matter how much, if you have a body with a child-"
"senior."
Gideon spoke in a low voice.
"You should do that."
At the same time, a cold air rushed up around him, like a blade sweeping.
"You know what I hate, don't you?"
While the humans around him were sweating coldly, Conrad also frowned and looked at Gideon.
'…It's bigger, you bastard?'
Although he had outperformed him in the past, the gap he felt now in his energy was embarrassing even to him.
In the past, if it was enough to fight ten times and win three or four times.
Right now, even if I fight a hundred times, I feel like I'm going to lose them all.
"…Oh yeah. I get it. I'm not going to talk about my daughter. Tell me what happened to your arm."
When Conrad smirked, Gideon frowned a little more and withdrew his energy.
Soon, the answer came out with a shallow sigh.
"…We were training based on the sentences left in the literature by the first swordsman. It is a virtue that is the foundation of all swordsmanship he left behind."
"What do you mean?"
"They told me to make Mt. Tai as their own."
"…"
I really want to hear what kind of ghosts are forgetting seeds.
Conrad asked, frowning.
"So what did you do?"
"I tried to cut down the mountain first."
"…"
"It didn't go well."
"…then will that be the case?"
okay. If you look at this, the daughter is the father.
It's so similar that I wonder if it's inherited to say crazy things without changing a single expression.
'Because blood can't lie…'
As I smiled so bitterly, just in time, the 'players' were entering the back of the stage.
The guys who came with a look of nervousness, each bringing a weapon.
Conrad, who even checked the guy who was shaking his whole body, let out a snort.
No matter how talented they are in various parts of the empire, most of them are children who have never been able to fight. It's only natural to be nervous in front of these pompous people.
There must have been a guy who was pushed out to raise the family's honor.
However, only one of them.
'Is he out too?'
There is one guy who doesn't do it even if he's not nervous.
No, it's not that he's not nervous, it's that he looks almost bored.
Dowd Campbell.
With a dazed expression, he was walking out with his long sword as if it were a staff.
'…Well?'
and.
Conrad grinned when he noticed that Gideon's gaze also flew there.
"what. Are you here to see him?"
"…"
Instead of answering, Gideon continued to look there.
Every move, every move, everything is being looked at.
Like trying to analyze something.
Soon, her eyes flickered for a moment.
"senior."
"yes?"
"What is your relationship with that man and my daughter?"
"…What?"
"Has my daughter ever taught me swords? no…"
Gideon was silent for a moment, then continued.
"…I'm sure you learned something. How much have you learned? how many months? 1 year?"
"Hey, wait. Wait a minute."
To the sudden question, Conrad answered in an absurd voice.
"I'm sure the two of you are close, but I'm not sure about learning a sword or something? First of all, he's a freshman. It's only been two months since I came to the academy."
"…Yes?"
Confusion crossed Gideon's face.
It must be very unusual considering how he usually doesn't show emotion on his face even after he dies.
"…it can't be. That must be our family-"
"All players, mutual salute!"
Gideon cut off his words, and the voice of the referee in the center of the stadium rang out loudly.
"Ready!"
At the same time, everyone in the stadium took their own stances.
The Knights Division gave weapons, the Sorcery Division gave spells, and the Sacred Division gave blessings and miracles.
"start!"
With the referee's declaration that followed, the stage quickly turned into a mayhem.
In a situation where there are no allies except yourself, it is a situation where all sides are enemies. It's like a messy mix of battles going on on all sides.
In an instant, close to half the number was swept away. Even in the ensuing battle, the number decreases at a terrifying rate.
However, among them, the jade stone is bound to be hidden quickly.
Conrad looked down at the stage and smiled.
The reason why this simple and ignorant event has been going on for a long time is because there are people who show their true value in such a dizzying battle situation.
Because there are enemies everywhere, the jewels show off their overwhelming skills.
'There are already useful guys.'
A man who wields a long spear and overwhelms the surroundings. Conrad was also a person he knew. Talion Armand. The eldest son of the Viscount Armande.
And a woman wearing only gloves on her bare fists and knocking down all the humans around her. It was difficult to see his face because he was wearing the hood deeply.
'Are these two the most overwhelming?'
Well, at the freshman level, those two guys are almost beyond the standard. If it weren't for Elijah, the candidate for the hero, they would be okay to aim for the top of their grade.
"What do you think. You see…"
Conrad, who turned his head to ask the opinion of the person next to him, stopped talking.
It was because he noticed that Gideon's gaze had never returned there.
The strongest knight in the Empire, from the beginning of the match to the end, was looking at only one person.
"…"
Dowd Campbell.
As soon as the sparring started, he immediately went to the corner of the stage and got stuck, and he didn't move a single step there.
okay. That's all.
'…but it's holding up well.'
It's just defense.
Standing in place, he blocks and fends off those who attack him.
Well, there's nothing I can't understand when it comes to survival strategies. It's true that it doesn't look like much compared to the previous two.
"I am surprised. Did you like that simple way of fighting?"
"Do you see anything but that?"
"What?"
"To my eyes, they look a little different."
Gideon said so and rose from his seat. Then he walks towards the fence.
As if I wanted to see that man a little closer.
"…"
Gideon laughed.
"Are you laughing now?"
I didn't even think to deny it.
It feels like a long-standing conundrum has been solved at once.
Make Mount Tai your own.
Apparently, the first swordsman left such a statement.
He looked at the man who was still standing in the corner, defending against the attack.
It's not just standing there and defending against an attack.
Anticipate every attack, wait until one point, and 'bounce' at the right timing.
'The basics of Tristan style swordsmanship.'
bounce off.
It is the foundation of the basics to receive the opponent's attack and open the gap.
However, you use it to the limit.
Magic, miracles and protection,
Everything is incapacitated as if blocked by a huge wall.
That alone neutralizes the opponent's attack instantly. Staggering and losing pace.
And the appearance of overpowering the opponent just by pushing a light attack into that gap.
'…a freshman.'
don't be funny
If that was a 'just' freshman, then the knights of the Empire, including himself, would not even be apprenticed.
Conrad's eyes widened when he saw his face from the side.
A twisted smile hung on Gideon's lips.
It was as if he had discovered something genuinely interesting.
or.
'It's not just enduring.'
It was an expression of 'hoseungsim'.
The Empire's strongest knight, a mediocre freshman.
'I win by blocking.'
It's a flashy attack, but nothing.
everything is optimized
Standing in place, not moving a single step, giving a suffocating pressure.
The look is like.
"Taesan."
Perhaps it is the 'virtue' that the first Archduke Tristan spoke of.
Gideon's eyes flashed fiercely.
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