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Episode 12

“What?”

“I asked if you were Leon, a commoner orphan who was adopted into the Norman Dukes and became their successor.”

No matter what, this is crossing the line.

If it were only an insult to me, I could let it slide, but this statement is no different from insulting the entire Duke of Normandy.

‘Are you just crazy about women and out of your mind from jealousy?’

“Which family are you that dares to insult the Duke of Normandy?”

-Shudder…!

“I, I am Damien de Brigne, the eldest son of the Count of Brigne!”

“Ha…”

You may think, ‘How dare the eldest son of a count insult the heir to the ducal line?’ However, being a duke does not necessarily mean that he is in a higher position than a count.

Of course, it is usually true that a duke is treated higher than a count.

However, the reality of medieval feudalism is that a count can always defeat a duke if he holds a high position in the kingdom or has an advantage in other areas such as military power or alliances.

‘But no matter how I look at it, this guy is not like that, but he seems to have picked a fight with me and insulted the Duke’s family.’

“Your previous statement was clearly an insult to our Duke of Normandy, but I will let it slide if you apologize right now, considering it to be nonsense from a drunken stupor.”

The people around me gathered around me and the eldest son of the count’s family and began to gossip.

I didn’t want to cause any trouble if possible, so I was going to let this idiot apologize.

However, the eldest son of the count’s family, who had been blushing and shaking with pride, clearly crossed the line.

“Profit! You, a commoner, are asking me to apologize? Don’t talk nonsense! ”

“Ha…! You’re out of your mind, you’re lost.”

-Thud!

He took off his glove and threw it at the face of the eldest son of the count, Damien.

Yes, I have now challenged you to a duel.

“Pick it up, if you refuse to accept this challenge to a duel, your insult to the Duke of Normandy today will be formally protested by the Duke.”

“Ha! The sea I’ve been waiting for! You dare challenge me to a duel when I just reached the 3rd rank? I’ll make you regret it!”

When it was revealed to those around him that Damien was a third-ranking person, they were shocked and began to murmur.

‘Third tier? That’s amazing!’

‘Can Leon de Normand win?’

‘At that age, he’s already in the 3rd rank!’

Certainly, if he’s in the 3rd tier at 15, I guess he’s quite talented.

‘You little brat… you had some faith in him, didn’t you?’

“What do you think? Do you regret it already? Hehehe, you’re such a lowly commoner…”

“Stop talking nonsense and pick up your gloves.”

“Huh!”

Damien picked up the gloves, feeling more confident after seeing the reactions of those around him.

“Let’s move the location, hey, prepare a space for the duel and a notary here outdoors.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly, all eyes in the banquet hall were focused on the duel between me and Damian.

I saw Tania in the crowd and approached her to explain the situation.

“Sorry, that’s what happened.”

” Chew.

“No, I’m sorry, and I wasn’t the one who started the fight.”

“No, not you. I know because I watched the situation. Just step on that kid. How dare you insult our Duke of Normandy?”

“Uh, um… calm down.”

Somehow, Tania seemed more upset than I, the person who was insulted, but I let that happen.

The notary, the venue, and the audience for the duel were all prepared, and now all that was left was to step on the eldest son of the count’s family.

“Then let me review the duel rules. This duel is a duel trial for the defamation of the Duke of Norman by Damien, the eldest son of the Count of Brignau, and the use of sword aura and killing are prohibited. Do you agree?”

“I agree.”

“I agree too.”

“Then let’s have a trial by combat! ”

“Kekekeke If you hit it well, it looks like it’s 2nd tier, but I’ll give you the lead.”

“Idiot.”

This is a provocation from a kid who doesn’t even know how strong his opponent is. Isn’t this a little annoying?

Damien, this guy definitely has a knack for making people mad.

-Clang!

Still, predators do their best to catch small prey.

I got into my favorite ‘Ox’ pose.

The opponent was… in an awkward posture that made it hard to tell whether it was a stance of swordsmanship or a knightly pose.

It seems to be a typical mana pumping type that only increases the amount of mana and pushes forward with physical strengthening.

To borrow a term from a previous life, it’s like a balloon muscle.

‘I had some expectations since it was supposed to be a 3rd tier, but they just brought a scarecrow.’

Or maybe it’s just my high standards that I’ve been trained to death by my father, the Sword Master, every single day?

“If you don’t come, I’ll go!”

-Tadat!

Look at him going back on his words just after he said he would give in just a moment ago.

As soon as he finished speaking, Damien, who had strengthened his body with mana, exploded the mana in his lower body and rushed at me.

However, the 3rd tier was not just an empty boast, as the distance between them was closing in at a frightening speed.

“Hahaha! Take this!”

‘Are you aiming for the face?’

It’s so blatant.

There are hundreds of ways to cut off a head by immediately parrying such a crude and obvious attack, but since killing is prohibited, I just parried my sword and returned the full impact to the opponent’s sword.

-Kaang!

“Ugh!”

Damien, who almost dropped his sword in shock, rubbed his right hand as if his wrist was numb from holding the sword.

If you do something like that during battle, your balls will fly off immediately.

The more I look at him, the more I see that he lacks basic skills.

“Is this the end? I need to practice holding the sword more. Can I become a proper Chevalier if I can’t even hold the sword properly?”

“This little shit!”

-Bang!

This time, Damien was so angry that he rushed at me with all his might.

‘Is this child incapable of learning?’

As if he didn’t even think that his attack could be blocked, he just swung his sword straight at my head honestly.

Is this the average for the 3rd tier?

Of course, it is true that it is a fast and strong attack.

But that’s all.

-Kaang!

-Tsk!

I lightly knocked away the sword coming towards my head, filled my left fist with mana, and slammed it into the face of the guy running towards me.

A cracking sound was heard as Damien’s nose broke.

“Oh my!”

-Thud!

And white corn flakes fall from between Damien’s completely burst lips.

Pieces of broken teeth were embedded in various places in the burst lip, and the nose, shattered and crushed by the impact, was quite impressive.

With your teeth completely shattered, you’ll be stuck eating nothing but porridge for the rest of your life unless you spend a fortune on top-of-the-line healing magic.

“Should we continue?”

“Woooosh!”

-Dori dori!

Oh, now that I look at it, it seems like he bit his tongue and can’t even speak properly.

If the impact was enough to break a tooth, then the tongue would have been completely rotted as well.

“Then I guess I should kneel down and apologize now?”

“Ugh…”

-dump!

Damian knelt down, tears and blood streaming down his face, not sure if it was because his legs gave out in pain.

“Eh, eo aia…”

“What? I can’t hear you very well?”

“Oh my gosh!”

-thud!

My tongue was so torn off that I couldn’t really hear him saying, “I’m sorry,” but since he had hit his head on the ground, I decided to forgive him.

“You can’t even speak properly anymore, get out, you idiot.”

“Ugh…!”

“The winner is Leon de Normand!”

“”Wow!””

“Gyah! What should I do? I made eye contact with Prince Leon!”

“To the world, to defeat Prince Damian, who reached the third level, with such an overwhelming victory….”

“I couldn’t see it properly because it was going too fast…”

I approached Tania amid cheers from those around me.

“How is it? Is this enough?”

Tania answered, smiling faintly at me as if she was proud of me.

“I like you for the first time today, Leon.”

#

Rose de Baston.

The second daughter of the prestigious magic family, the Duke of Baston, and the beloved daughter of the Duke of Baston.

Perhaps, if women had been able to inherit titles in the Frankish kingdom, she would have been the heir, beating out her older brother, the eldest son.

And she was a greedy girl who had to get what she wanted.

“Oh my, that guy is nice.”

Having come of age this year and participated in the debutante of the Royal City of Francia, she was looking for a dance partner to shine in the banquet hall with her greedy blue eyes.

And then, in her eyes, a pretty decent man was discovered.

Uncommon black hair, attractive crimson eyes, a stocky body and tall stature that belies his training, and finally a mature and unique aura that is not felt by others.

He seemed to have no interest in the ball, the highlight of this debutante party, and was only interested in the refreshments, sipping his drink.

‘You said you were of commoner descent, right? Haha, you’re cute. Is it because you like tea that you’re of commoner descent?’

The other girls were also showing interest in him, but they were just looking at each other, not having the courage to talk to him first.

Although the Dukes of Normandy and Baston were seen as rival houses within the kingdom, this was fine with her as she had no claim to the title.

Certainly he was the most striking man at this debutante, and she liked him for that.

If she dances with him, who attracts the attention of many young ladies, she can become the star of this ball.

‘I can’t let other women get away with it.’

She was the first to move, as she absolutely had to get what she wanted.

And after pushing him hard despite his repeated rejections, he eventually accepted and we danced together.

Leon, who danced to the music, was not bad at all and even led her, so she became the most noticeable protagonist at the ball by the time the music ended.

‘He’s a really nice guy.’

After the music ended and the finale was over, he left in a huff, saying he had somewhere else to go, but she was satisfied.

It’s a shame, but she achieved her goal of becoming the star of the ball.

But after a while, Leon got into an argument with the eldest son of a count’s house, and soon the fool of the count’s house, who had insulted the Duke of Normandy, challenged Leon to a duel.

“Ha! You challenged me, a third-tier player, to a duel!”

The Count’s daughter, who claimed to be of the third rank, was initially confident, but was defeated by Leon in a duel and showed a humiliating appearance.

All the young ladies who watched Leon fight probably had similar thoughts to her.

Rose de Baston made up her mind, her greedy blue eyes sparkling.

No matter what happens, this man will definitely have it.