After moving to the arena of the royal castle, the prince and I face each other on the stage. The entrance is guarded by the guards who were guarding the prince's room, so he can't escape. Well, looking at the current situation, the prince won't run away, but... I'll need insurance and there was Rinse watching it.
"The rules are simple. If you let your opponent admit defeat, you win."
"I understand that, but why are you barehanded?"
The prince was holding a sword in his hand, so I answered that question with a smile.
"It's a handicap. If I fight with a sword normally, I'll win overwhelmingly."
"I was underestimated. Do you think you're strong enough?"
"Have you forgotten whose son I am?"
"The son of the Knight Commendator...I see, you're pretending that I can never win with a sword.
"Well... then let's ban the use of the right hand."
Instigate as much as you instigate and let your emotions come out on the table. Well, I'm not pretending it, it's just that there's a difference in power, but it seemed to work for the prince, and he said with a sharp look.
"Then, at most, you should get treatment later."
"Don't worry. You can't get hurt in this fight."
"...I see, if you're just pretending with me, I'll kill you."
A prince with glaring eyes. I don't like the man's gaze so intensely, but instead of saying it, I signals to the umpire soldier.
"So, then... let's begin!"
The battle begins with those words. The prince was the first to move. He slashed at me faster than I expected. A single swing from the upper row to make sure it splits in two is just barely dodged. It looks like you're doing more than I thought, but is this level okay?
"Shit! Shit!"
The prince who attacks from there. He's faster than I thought, but if you look at him for a while, you'll understand. The prince's sword is certainly fast and accurate, but there is a fixed pattern, and if you can grasp it, it's nothing. Perhaps because the instructor was good, he is faithful to the basics, but the basics are by no means all-purpose. Sometimes basics highlight their weaknesses. Besides, the prince is now concentrating on slashing me and aiming at my vital points. Then if you protect it, you can do anything. After crossing several times, the prince exhaled and said.
"How can you avoid that much!?"
"Mister Mace is certainly strong, but I am many times stronger."
"...!kill!"
From there it was a rush. A thrust that aims at the heart with a single blow, and a flash that splits the torso in half. A kick from the upper stage that cuts off the arm is mixed in. Well, I usually avoid them all.
"Damn! Why! Why can't I hit it!"
"I know Mace-sama who has no one to protect now. This is the secret of my strength."
"It's something to protect? It's silly! Will something like that change it!?"
Well, just now I was a little annoyed, so I flicked the prince's sword away and then approached him.
"It's not silly. It's what makes people strong."
"...!shut up!"
The prince tried to hit me with a surprise blow, but after I blocked it, I lifted the prince's neck and said.
"This is the reality. With the power you made fun of, I am far stronger than you."
"Goo..."
He struggles to get away from me, but he can't even move. I can see that even I myself have already surpassed human strength at a level where I can lift a person with one hand and feel no burden at all. This level is a bit of a level for a non-dominant hand without physical strengthening. Well, there may be people stronger than me, so don't let your guard down and keep training, but...
"Master Mace. What do you want to do now?"
"what"
"You have lost everything. You have lost all of your bright future life and your thoughts. All that is left is the label of a miserable prince. Are you satisfied with that?"
After saying that, I threw him to the ground and said while looking at him choking.
"If you don't like that, please make an effort. Now you are no longer the crown prince. You are just a prince."
"... what do you know?"
"At least I know you're miserable."
"That's right... it's certainly miserable because you took everything away."
"It's not my fault. I deserve it."
No matter how much charm magic is cast on it, in the end, the underlying feeling is that of the prince, so you could call it self-destruction.
"I see... Then what should I do?"
"Please study. You are a prince. Please improve your knowledge and promote exchanges between this country and other countries from now on. If you have been charmed once and lost everything, you should be able to become a diplomat."
"Haa...I lost."
With that one word, the game was won. It probably succeeded in planting the image that it would never win. The rest depends on the efforts of this prince, but it might become a useful piece. Well, if it doesn't work, I should cut it.