When Milton called her, Violet answered with surprise. Milton gave her a command without even glancing at her.
âTake Trike with you and retreat quickly. If Bianca sees him, she might still be able to save him.â
âWhat? But youâŚâ
âDo as youâre told! Thatâs an order.â
âYes, sir. Understood.â
Even if they were husband and wife, a superiorâs order was absolute on the battlefield. At Miltonâs command, Violet moved quickly.
Milton got off his horse and faced Duke Schweiker.
âIâll be your opponent.â
âThatâs fine.â
When Milton faced Duke Schweiker, Duke Dominic Florian quickly stepped in.
âWait, fight me, Grand Duke Forrest.â
Duke Florian urgently interrupted them because he didnât want to lose the credit for killing Milton Forrest. ButâŚ
âDuke Florian, stop.â
Marquis Baker Gotham blocked him.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm more than enough⌠Uh.â
Duke Florian stopped talking. What shut him up was the cold gaze of Duke Schweiker on his back. Duke Schweiker hadnât said anything nor had he pressured Duke Florian, but his gaze told him to stay out and away. Although Marquis Baker Gotham couldnât see, he was the most sensitive to peopleâs moods and had grasped the situation before anyone else.
Soon, all the other Masters stopped fighting and left the field. None of them dared to intervene when faced with Duke Schweikerâs overwhelming presence and could only watch from the sideline. In the end, it became a one-on-one fight between Milton and Duke Schweiker.
âNo matter how much I think about it, this is insane⌠But thereâs no other way.â
Milton took up a position in front of Duke Schweiker.
âI am Milton Forrest of the Lester Kingdom.â
âChristian Schweiker.â
As soon as the self-introduction was complete, Milton raised his sword high with both hands.
âMy Lord! Itâs too dangerous!â
When Jerome saw that, he tried to warn him. But unlike Jerome, Duke Schweiker looked like he was enjoying it.
âAre you out of your mind?â
âWell, itâs not like I can run.â
âHahahaâŚâ
Duke Schweiker laughed as he looked at Milton, then he took the same position as Milton.
âThen I accept.â
âThank you.â
In a blink of an eye, the two men held the same position and were facing each other.
âItâs dangerous. How could he fight against Duke Schweiker?â
Jerome continued to look at Milton with a nervous look on his face.
Milton had raised his sword high above his head with both hands - in other words, he was trying to strike down. No other attack could come out of this stance. If he tried to forcefully change his attack, it would be too slow. Therefore, he has no other choice but to strike down - the strongest attack possible in the shortest distance.
In other words, this was a one-shot battle. The person who cuts first wins. Â If they were to cut their opponent at the same time, then the one who was stronger would win. Considering the power of a Masterâs blow, the loser would surely die.
There was nothing more dangerous, but Milton had his own plans. That was why he was luring in his opponent with a victory like this. It wasnât like this was an opponent he could beat through a proper sword fight.
Milton had already acknowledged that Schweikerâs swordsmanship was no match for himself when he had seen Schweiker leisurely defeating both Jerome and Violet.
That was why he had created a situation where technique would have no place and turned it into a fight with pure strength. Of course, if the opponent didnât accept it, then it was pointless.
But, Milton hadnât even considered that possibility. He was sure that Duke Schweiker would accept his proposition if only to save his face as the continentâs strongest.
And now. Milton carefully narrowed the distance between them. Although Duke Schweiker had the skill to let loose his Aura from a distance, it seemed like he planned to lower himself to Miltonâs level. And so, Milton was carefully narrowing the gap between himself and his opponent. Likewise, Duke Schweiker was narrowing the distance.
âHmph, he doesnât have a chance.â
Duke Florian scoffed at Miltonâs actions. He believed that Milton didnât stand a chance. With his level, Duke Florian was able to clearly see the difference between Milton and Duke Schweiker.
And even at a glance, Duke Schweikerâs reach was much longer than Milton's. The physical difference was clear and even if you compared their skill and swordsmanship, Duke Schweiker was clearly better.
If Milton wanted to win, then he had to attack first. But not only did he have to attack before Duke Schweiker even began, but Milton also had to step forward to attack.
But this was impossible. There was no one who could do that against the continental powerhouse that was Duke Christian Schweiker. This was far more unlikely than winning a sword fight against him.
âDamn, that dumb bastard. If youâre just gonna die, why couldnât you have died by my sword?â
Not only Duke Florian, but all the other Masters watching expected similar results.
The two men, who had been narrowing the gap bit by bit, finally reached attacking distance.
Duke Schweiker attacked first. Without wavering, his sword silently fell like a single drop of water falling to the ground. It was sheer perfection. No other sword could have moved with that kind of skill or technique.
Miltonâs sword moved a bit later.
âGood!â
âDuke Schweiker is fast.â
In that short second, the Empireâs Masters were sure of their victory. They believed Miltonâs only chance of winning was to attack before Duke Schweiker did. However, now that Duke Schweiker attacked first, the odds were slim to none for Milton.
That was what everyone thought. ButâŚ
CLANG!
That all changed when Milton and Duke Schweikerâs swords clashed against each other.
âNo way?â
âPower vs. power?â
âCrazy bastard!â
Miltonâs attack hadnât been aimed at Duke Schweikerâs body but at his sword. But that was even crazier. The difference between the two of them was more obvious when it came to destructive strength. So how could he purposely aim to meet his sword? That was insane. HoweverâŚ
âAhhhhhhhhh!!â
The moment their swords met, Milton concentrated his Aura. Of course, the moment they had entered a power struggle, Duke Schweiker had also focused his Aura, butâŚ
Crack... Crack...
âHuh?â
The corners of Duke Schweikerâs mouth tightened. A crack was beginning to grow on his sword.
âCanât be.â
He had finally realized what Milton had been aiming for.
Previously, Trikeâs attack had pushed Duke Schweiker back. At that time, his sword had a hairline fracture. That was what Milton had been aiming for. He had focused all his focus and technique onto that hairline fracture that Trike had risked his life to make.
Crack⌠Crack Crack CrackâŚ
âKuhâŚâ
Duke Schweiker gritted his teeth as he looked at the growing fracture. This was dangerous. The more Aura he focused, the faster his sword would break. His sword was already breaking because it couldnât bear its current load. It didnât matter that he was the continentâs strongest. If his sword broke, then he was finished.
âThis is the end, Duke Schweiker!â
Milton concentrated all his strength. At the same time...
CRACK!
With the sound of steel cracking, Duke Schweikerâs sword broke.
BANG!
Dust rose thickly with the ensuing explosion.
***
âWhat happened?â
âYou think?â
The Imperial soldiers stared at the battlefield with clammy palms. High up in the watchtower, Antras jumped out of his chair and stared with his eyes wide open as he waited for the dust to clear.
âDuke Schweiker canât die here. Not only will it lower morale, itâll be a fatal blow.â
Antras had already been frowning before the single combat had even started. He had prepared dozens of strategies to help them win, but he failed to consider the competitive spirit of the knights.
He had waited for the single combat to finish because he knew that if he stopped it, not only would it affect the soldiersâ morale, but it would also dirty the honor of the Empireâs warriors who had gone out to fight in the single combat. He had faith in Duke Schweiker and waited with peace of mind, but he hadnât expected the Lester Kingdomâs warriors to be this persistent.
Eventually, the match took a strange turn, and now, Duke Schweiker was in danger.
âPlease be aliveâŚâ
Antras stared at the dust as he prayed desperately.
Soon, the dust cleared up. What was revealed wasâŚ
âWaaaaah!!â
âHooray for the Empire!â
âLong live Duke Schweiker!â
Milton had collapsed and Duke Schweiker stood before him holding onto his broken sword.
âGood!â
Antras forgot his old age as he clenched his fist and shouted. The situation wasnât what he intended, but it was the best result possible. Duke Schweiker had overpowered Milton Forrest of the Lester Kingdom in a single combat. Whether they killed Milton here or captured him as a hostage, the result was beyond great.
âWe can pressure the Lester Kingdom to attack the Republic and weâll have an advantage in the post-war process as well.â
In fact, with this single combat, the Andrews Empireâs continental conquest was almost over. But thenâŚ
The situation turned strange.
Jerome approached Milton and helped him up to return to their camp. Duke Schweiker merely watched Jerome without doing anything to stop him.
âWhat⌠what the hell are you doing?!â
Antras shouted furiously at him. This was no different from sprinkling ash onto a fully cooked bowl of rice. What was Duke Schweiker doing letting Milton Forrest leave?
âDuke Schweiker! What are you doing? Capture the enemy! Sebastian! Quickly! Capture the Grand Duke Forrest!â
Antras shouted loudly at them, but neither did anything. Duke Schweiker looked down at his broken sword with an indifferent expression on his face while Duke Sebastian looked at the sky forlornly as if he had committed a crime.
âJust whyâŚ?â
Antras simply couldnât understand the situation.
***
Duke Sebastian let out a deep sigh as he continued to stare at the sky.
âIâm sorry, Christian.â
At this teacherâs apology, Duke Schweiker turned to look at him wrly as he replied.
âNo, sir. I wasnât good enough and ended up dirtying your honor, sir.â
There was a reason these two were acting like sinners.
To recap the previous situation:
The moment Milton broke Duke Schweikerâs sword, Schweiker predicted his death. It was obvious that the moment his sword broke, Miltonâs sword would be aimed at him.
âConstant vigilance. I knew that butâŚâ
Duke Schweiker thought he was heading down to the underworld with a great lesson, butâŚ
CLANG!
Just before Miltonâs attack landed, an attack struck Milton from the side. Duke Sebastian had attacked him. He had felt a sense of danger when he saw the crack on Duke Schweikerâs sword. When the sword began to break, he hadnât been able to stand it any longer and intervened.
As a result, Milton had fallen and Duke Schweiker survived. HoweverâŚ
âMaster?â
â......â
Duke Schweiker had survived but he wasnât happy at all and Duke Sebastian, who had intervened, was also full of guilt.
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