âMy deepest apologies, Your Majesty. My subordinateâs insufficient capabilityâŠâ
In response to her unexpected defeat, Barlock bowed low to the king. However, King Pompassa, on the receiving end of the apology, seemed not to take any issue.
âDonât worry, Barlock. Isnât it something to rejoice about, that the Hero has such a reliable companion? Besides⊠I canât imagine that she is the strongest mage in our country?â
Without hesitation, Barlock answered the kingâs question. In reality, while Flanite was strong for her age, she was only above average when considering the entire Magical Ministry.
âWhen youâre accompanying the Hero on his journey, youâd need to be away from the kingdom for an extended period. Therefore, we canât send someone who plays a crucial role in national defenseâŠâ
âNo worries. I understand that, this overall worked out. Rather, I wouldnât know what to do if we had sent out the strongest without thinking and theyâd lost.â
âIâm grateful for your understanding.â
There was, in fact, an ulterior motive: if a young girl close to the Heroâs age joins him, she could sway the Hero towards their national interests⊠However, that doesnât need to be said. This was something everyone understood.
âBut then, we canât expect much next time, right? A knight? Or did you nominate someone skilled from the regular soldiers?â
âWell, Your MajestyâŠâ
The one who answered King Pompassaâs question was a man in his forties, dressed in unadorned but sturdy metal armor. Standing next to the king and allowed to wear a sword, the man speaks casually to the king.
âWe do have some young, lively people, and we were initially planning to send one of them⊠but Iâve had a change of heart.â
âGeneral Lobel.. Iâve told you many times, isnât your tone too casual when addressing His Majesty?â
âThatâs fine, Barlock. So, Lobel. What made you change your mind?â
âYes. I thought I might try my hand at it.â
Barlock expressed his shock at Lobelâs words, but next to him, the king was smirking.
âOh? Youâre interested in that man beside him?â
âYes, well. The elf girl was something, but the other one is strong. I can tell just by watching from a distance. So I want to try my hand against him.â
âDonât be absurd, General Lobel! You canât seriously be suggesting that you want to leave the kingdom to journey with the Hero!?â
Lobel, who did not doubt his victory in the least, replied with a grin to Barlockâs speech.
âIn that case, under the pretense of training the Hero, Iâll drag him around the kingdom for two or three months and give him some training. After that, Iâll switch with one of our young ones as initially planned. Shouldnât that be fine?â
âHmm, well⊠If you stay in the kingdom⊠What do you think, Your Majesty?â
âHmm⊠I suppose itâs alright. Itâs not necessarily a situation where we have to focus on winning, but continuously losing would be a blow to our national prestige. If you are going, we will expect a victory.â
âLeave it to me. Iâll give it my all.â
In response to Lobel, who deeply bowed his head, King Pompassa nodded generously.
âVery well, then go. Show the Hero the full extent of the strength of our kingdomâs greatest knight.â
âThe rules are the same as before. Please be careful not to go overboard, alright?â
Addressing the two who had stepped into the center of the training field, the soldier acting as referee called out. However, his gaze was clearly directed at Lobel, and his expression was bitter. And standing in opposition to such an opponent, the young warrior⊠Ed also had quite a grim face.
âI didnât expect to face an old⊠I mean, an experienced knight. Should I go easy?â
âDonât be ridiculous. Iâll let you have the first move, so donât hold back!â
âOkay, okay, much appreciated.â
Ed, who had assumed another young soldier would come out as before, grimaces at the clear appearance of a real contender. If his opponent were around his own age, he could win normally and end it, but now, if he doesnât win correctly, he could receive criticism from the surrounding nobles and royals.
(Why has it come to this⊠Is it because Tia won too easily? Theyâre trying to balance it out by making me lose, but still, I canât afford to lose.)
If he loses here, thereâs a high chance he will be removed from the Heroâs party. For Ed, thatâs something he wants to avoid at all costs⊠And so, he makes up his mind.
(I guess I have no choice but to get serious.)
He canât use his banishment skill in such a conspicuous place. But his honed swordsmanship will never betray him. In sync with the referee soldierâs call of âStart the matchâ, Ed naturally readies his sword.
ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.â
ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.â
They stood face-to-face for thirty seconds. Neither of them moved, but while one chooses not to act, the other is locked in place as well⊠Of course, itâs Lobel who canât move.
Even though Ed simply stood there with his sword at the ready, there wasnât a trace of an opening. But this fact alone made Lobel break into a cold sweat.
(Is he not even going to fake an opening�)
Normally, if one possesses such skill, they would intentionally create an opening somewhere. Whether the opponent aims for it or ignores it, itâs done to create a trigger that limits the opponentâs movement and leads to a reading game.
But Ed has no openings. In other words, heâs declaring that he will deal with anything⊠anytime, anywhere, and with enough strength, no matter how one might strike. Whether this was composure, or arrogance⊠that will be determined by the strike Lobel was about to unleash.
With a shout, Lobel raised his sword high and swung it straight down. Without unnecessary bluffing, he swung his sword at his greatest strength, and fastest speed. Ed, in response, clashed his own sword against it.
At first glance, it seems that he countered with a simple parry.Lobelâs face changed to astonishment, and he quickly attacked Ed again at different angles, speeds, and strengths, but they were all simply deflected.
âIt canâtâŠbeâŠ!?â
Taken aback by the situation, Lobel unconsciously steps back five paces. From his back, cold sweat, born from a fear he hadnât felt in a long time, trickled down.
(He deflected my attack with exactly the same strength!? What incredible skill⊠this is the swordsmanship of a man who hasnât lived half as long as I have!?)
If it were the result of some magic tool or invisible ability, Lobel might not have been so surprised. But having seen Edâs limbsâ movement while handling the sword, he recognized Edâs skill was undeniably a human one.
Truly, Ed was not using his banishment skill. What he could easily do with his [Orbit Reflector] skill, he was reproducing with only the swordsmanship he had honed. There were reasons for this, one of which was that he did not want to reveal his hand and use his banishment skill here, but Lobel did not know this.
(If I can make the same movements, I can do the same. But how much training would it take to get there? Thirty years? Fifty years? Could it be that this guy isnât human, but a half-elf passing as one?)
If thatâs the case, thatâs understandable. If one were to train for decades while maintaining a young body, they might be able to gain this level of skill⊠Lobel thought such things, but shook his head to clear away unnecessary thoughts.
(Damn, donât think about unnecessary things. All I can do now is to give it my all!)
With a mighty roar, Lobel ran towards Ed. The attack he unleashed was a thrust with his entire weight behind it, a sure-kill move if it landed, but not something to use without breaking the opponentâs stance.
But Lobel was certain that Ed would parry it. And indeed, Ed met Lobelâs sword and thrust his own sword out in response.
ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.â
As Ed and Lobel remained silent, only the mutterings of the referee resounded quietly. Following that, a weak laugh spilled from Lobelâs mouth.
âHa, haha⊠to think you could parry a thrust with a thrust.â
The tip of Edâs sword was perfectly aligned with the tip of Lobelâs thrust. Although Lobel had superior physical strength and could have pushed Ed back with itâŠ
âOops, I parried it again. It seems we are equalsâââ
ââŠâŠWhat!? The match is over! The winner is Ed!â
âItâs my complete defeat. This defeat I consider an honor, great swordsman Ed.â
âNo, no, no, no, thatâs not right! Weâre equals, arenât we! Huh?â
Amidst the roaring applause and Lobel proudly kneeling before him, only the victor, Ed, wore an indescribable bitter expression.