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    Second Battle of Streve (5)

    The first to begin clashing swords were the Marquis Graze and Liechtenauer.

    He was the Marquis of Graze, who had a higher level of skill than Count Mula, and was quite proud of his swordsmanship. He always wanted to fight Lichtenauer, so he ran quickly and threw his sword at Lichtenauer.

    “Lichtenauer! Take my sword!! Haaa!!”

    Kaang!!

    The Marquis Graze, who ran forward and threw his sword at Lichtenauer, seemed surprised for a moment when his opponent blocked his sword so lightly, but then calmed down again and quickly increased the speed of his sword and began to attack.

    “Hoo~ I can’t believe you chose to deal with me first. I commend you for your bravery. But did you think that you, who were defeated by Vice-Captain Amin, could gain the upper hand against me? Or was it his intention to quickly run away with Tiruenman? Kheulheul”

    “Hmph! The person I was in the past when I was defeated by Viscount Amin and the person I am now is completely different! I’ll show you my skills that have become stronger thanks to His Majesty the King’s grace!!”

    The Marquis of Graze, enraged by Lichtenauer’s light provocation, infused more mana into his sword and quickly swung the sword.

    visor!! visor!!

    When the Marquis Graze’s attack began in earnest, his sword began to move at a speed that was incomparable to the first strike.

    The Marquis Graze’s sword flew towards Lichtenauer’s vital points at such a speed that ordinary soldiers watching their duel could only see an afterimage, but Liechtenauer had an indifferent expression and only slightly moved his sword to deal with the enemy. Deflected the attack.

    “Hmm… It’s a tactic of entrusting the power of the sword to the sword energy and moving the body as fast as possible to injure and cut down the opponent… It’s not a bad method, but the mana that forms the sword energy is also strong, but still clumsy. Still, this is also fate, so I will give you some guidance, so listen carefully”

    “Shut up!! What kind of bullshit are you talking about during a duel!!”

    The Marquis Graze got angry and increased the speed of his sword even faster, but Lichtenauer opened his mouth, showing a perfect defense as if it was no different from before.

    “Relax your wrists a little more. Don’t you know that putting more force on your wrist the moment you swing a sword and making the rotation stronger doesn’t mean your speed will increase significantly? It’s just a simple technique that was used before becoming a master. The moment you become a master, you have to let go of your previous habits. Rather, you should stick to the basics. Put a little more weight on the sword. Don’t retrieve your sword when the attack is blocked, but face each other and use your body weight, the weight of the sword, and your strength”

    “It’s noisy!! This fast sword was taught to me directly by His Excellency Tiruen! You’re not the one playing guitar!”

    It was Liechtenauer’s advice that knights in the Balkan Empire would have sacrificed all their possessions to hear just one more word, but the Marquis of Graze ignored Liechtenauer’s advice and continued his attack.

    “Hmm… Tiruen taught me… But the sword’s movement is too light. It looks like you copied Tiruen’s movements, but that’s not a swordsmanship suited to your physique. If you are a master, you should know how to change your sword techniques to suit your body. Don’t you realize that a heavy sword suits you better than a quick sword?”

    Stop.

    On Liechtenauer’s advice, the Marquis Graze finally stopped his sword.

    ‘Wow, definitely… After absorbing the giant mana stone that His Highness gave me for my recovery, my physique grew considerably… And since then, whenever I used sword techniques, I felt like something was holding me back. … Ha, but…’

    The Marquis Graze, who had stopped attacking and was lost in thought for a moment while looking down at his sword, seemed to have come to his senses and raised his head again to glare at Liechtenauer.

    “Okay… you might definitely be right. But this is a battlefield where you have to risk your life and kill your opponent! How can I trust your words in a place like this?!! What guarantee is there that this is not a ploy to shake me up!!”

    Liechtenauer smiled as he faced the Marquis Graze, who was glaring at him and expressing doubt.

    “Hehe… Don’t think of it as an enemy’s work, but think of it as advice from a swordsman to a junior.”

    “…What are you trying to do by giving me advice and improving my skills?”

    Liechtenauer just smiled and gave no answer to Marquis Graze’s question.

    ‘Hmm… There’s no benefit in raising the enemy’s skills… Anyway, it’s not like I’m teaching you swordsmanship, and there’s no way your skills will increase drastically just by giving directions… Anyway, the goal is to kill time… So, it’s too moderate. If you just defend, you might run away with Tiruen, so you have to reduce the enemy’s judgment.’

    Seeing Liechtenauer continuing to smile inexplicably, the Marquis of Graze shook his head and attacked his opponent once again.

    However, this time, the sword of the Marquis de Grache was not fast, but rather it pressed down on Liechtenauer’s sword with its heavy weight and began to pressurize the opponent.

    “Good decision! From the looks of it, I haven’t really mastered the heavy sword! If you can revive it, you will be able to develop even further!!”

    ‘I don’t think he’ll be able to surpass Eliza, let alone Yuno, but… well… if this incident causes him to learn the heavy sword in earnest and develop a relationship with Tiruen, that would also be a good thing!’

    After making a cool-headed analysis of his opponent’s skills, Liechtenauer began a full-scale duel(?) with the Marquis of Graze.

    Meanwhile, while the four were engaged in a fierce duel, Count Mula and Kayla were just glaring at each other on the left side of the battlefield.

    “Hmm… I don’t know who you are, but… if you are a knight, take off your robe and cape and reveal your identity!”

    Count Mula pointed his spear and demanded that she take off her robe, but Kayla did not blink.

    ‘Am I crazy? If I take this off, my true identity will be discovered and my kingdom will demand compensation… Even though my son-in-law said he would give it to me, there is no need to announce that fact quickly. Besides, if I take off this cloak…’

    Kayla knew very well that if she took off the cloak with the illusion magic, her vulgar clothes would be revealed to the world and she would be unable to show her face for the rest of her life, so she only snorted and did not respond to Count Mula’s request.

    “Hmm… I can’t help it if it comes out like that… I have no choice but to quickly blow off your head and then reveal my identity!”

    Even though they had started the duel, Count Mula felt somewhat reassured as he saw that the imperial army did not make any special movements and that the knights who had escaped the castle were creating their own retreat route, and he prepared to duel with Kayla.

    ‘Your Excellency seems very excited, but the enemy empress doesn’t seem to have much time to spare. Moreover, for some reason, Count Liechtenauer is being too relaxed. If I can quickly subdue Iza and join His Excellency… this duel. ‘There’s a chance we’ll win!!’

    “Unidentified Balkan knight! Take my spear!! Ha pressure!!”

    ‘Tsk… batting skills aren’t my specialty… but I can’t help it if I want to hide my identity…’

    Seeing Count Mula’s spear stabbing towards her neck at high speed, Kayla lightly kicked the baton that was lying on the floor with her foot and picked it up in her hand.

    Then, with a strong swing of the baton, he knocked away Count Mula’s spear and then kicked him to the body, sending him flying. Count Mula’s eyes widened at his opponent’s unexpected counterattack.

    Still, as if the damage wasn’t too great, he used the fall technique, regained his stance, and began to carefully aim at Kayla.

    ‘A baton… is there someone in the Balkans who uses a weapon like this? First of all, if you look at the mana in the rod, it seems clear that he is a master. However, I was just confused because it was an unexpected weapon. His skills seem like those of a rookie who has just reached master level. We must kill them before they grow any further and reduce the number of Vulcan masters!!’

    It was clear that Kayla had not practiced much in the way of weaponry, so Count Mula was able to quickly find a gap in her posture, and he thrust his spear indiscriminately and put pressure on Kayla.

    ‘Ugh… Holy shit… I’m dying to fight him with an unfamiliar weapon… But…’

    Still, Kayla’s actual skills were not that much inferior to Yuno’s, so she was able to move her body to avoid Count Mula’s attack.

    “Damn it!! The one thing I avoid, even though I don’t have much skill, is that I’m as fast as a rat! Get this too!!”

    Count Mula, full of hope of being able to eliminate one of the Balkan masters, began to give his all to the duel with Kayla.

    Originally, the Marquis of Grace and Count Mula were planning to rescue Tiruen and retreat quickly, but the two fell for Catherine’s plan and were concentrating all their minds on the duel, and the Duke of Tiruen was also caught up in Catherine’s provocation and lost his senses.

    The spectacular duel between the six masters drew all the attention of the defenders and knights above Streve Fortress.

    Therefore, no one detected any suspicious movement inside the Balkan Empire army camp, and Catherine and Mayer’s plan to seize Streve began in earnest.

    *Kayla Illustration

    *Kayla trying to fight Count Mula with a baton

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