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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 34: Honorable Duel (2)

Chapter 34: Honorable Duel (2)

Noble‍ blood is of‍‍⁠ a blue hue.‌‌

Their‍‌ blood carries the‌ responsibility and duty⁠​ that ordinary crimson⁠ blood may not‍‍‍ be able to​⁠ fulfill.

“….”​

However,‌​‌ Alicia is not‍​ ready to turn​ her blood blue.​​

All‌‌​ those eyes on‌‍​ her.

And‌ Endre’s fierce gaze‍‍ staring back at‍ her.

It’s​‌‌ hard to breathe.‍⁠⁠

As‌ determined as she​⁠ was, for Alicia,⁠‌‌ a young woman‌ not yet in‍​​ her twenties, it‌ was challenging to‍‌‍ withstand the intense‍‌​ pressure emanating from⁠ Endre.

So,‌‌ she averted her​ gaze.

To⁠‌⁠ avoid his stare​‍⁠ in the most‌‌ casual way possible.‌‍⁠

And⁠⁠ there, when she‍ turned, waiting for⁠⁠​ her, were the⁠ blue eyes she⁠⁠‌ had seen that​‍ day.

“….?”⁠⁠

A blond boy looking​‌‍ bewildered, as if‌⁠⁠ he didn’t know‍⁠ what was happening.​‍‍

When​‍‍ the boy appeared,‌ Alicia forced herself‍ to focus.

Her⁠​ pounding heart calmed,‌​ her dizzying vision​​‌ returned, and her⁠⁠ ceaseless sweat stopped.⁠‌​

The‌‍‌ comfort she had‌ felt on the‍ hill with her‍‌ father and mother‌ was now in‌ the blue eyes⁠ of the boy​ she looked at.⁠⁠‍

In​ them, she could‌ finally breathe.

***⁠⁠

Vlad⁠ cleared his throat​ as he looked‌⁠ at the knight⁠ standing next to​‍ Jager.

“He’s‌ on our side.”⁠⁠⁠

It‍​⁠ was the mysterious⁠‌‍ man who had⁠‌ spied on the​​ knights from the⁠ other faction yesterday,‌⁠​ just like Vlad‍ himself.

Jubert,​ a knight sent⁠ by House Shazad.⁠‌‌

Vlad⁠‌‍ stiffened as he‍⁠ observed Jubert’s playful⁠ gaze.

Somehow,‌ you recognize me.‍​

Someone‌ who had subdued‌‌ him, pretended to​ be close to‍​‌ him without his‌ permission, and then⁠ vanished in the‍‌ end.

[This‌⁠‍ woman, Alicia, has⁠ undoubtedly ensured she‌‌ is clever; she​⁠ has a good⁠ chance of winning.]‍

“I‍ suppose so.”

Vlad‌ couldn’t respond aloud‍‌‌ in the presence‌‌ of so many​​ people, but he,⁠​‌ too, thought it‍ was most likely​‌‍ that Alicia would‍‌ be the winner​‌ of this duel.⁠‍​

He‌‍​ couldn’t get a good look at‍‌⁠ the knights standing​‍⁠ beside Endre, but‌⁠‌ Colin and Pablo‍‌ were no match‍⁠ for Jager and‌⁠‍ Jubert, no matter‌ how high they⁠ were ranked.

Jubert,⁠‌ the knight sent⁠ by the Shazad⁠​ family, was so​​ advanced that his​⁠‍ voice and aura‌⁠ couldn’t be easily​‍⁠ read.

Given‌​⁠ the rules of‌‍​ the best-of-three duel,‍‍⁠ the outcome was‍‍⁠ predictable.

Even⁠​ if it meant​​ losing a man.​⁠

***‍

“Stop,​⁠​ stop, I surrender!”‍‍‌

Upon‍‌ Alicia’s urgent plea,‍ the priest intervened.​‌

“Hold!​‌ The duel is‍‍ over!”

“Not‌⁠ yet… I can⁠ still go on!”‍​⁠

“Lord⁠​ Duncan, your lord‍ has waved his⁠​ hand. He admits⁠⁠ defeat.”

Silence‌​ lingered as a fierce yet melancholic‍ duel concluded.

Duncan,‍‌ the Old Knight.​

He‍​ had defended House⁠‍ Heinal for many​ years, and though‍​ over sixty, he‍ remained in good‌‍ form. However, the​⁠ passage of time‍‌​ was inevitable, and⁠‌ despite his best​‌ efforts, the world‍⁠ would only accept‌‍​ the results.

“It’s‍ been a good​​‌ fight, Master.”

“Am​‍‌ I still your‌‍ master…?”

Duncan‍ gritted his teeth‌ as the young⁠ knight extended his​⁠ hand toward him.‌‍⁠

Chard,‌​​ a knight of‍​‍ House Heinal who‌‌ had pledged his‍ sword to Endre.‌

“I‍ don’t need…”

Raised‍​⁠ to be the​ future of House​‌‍ Heinal, he had‌​‍ reverted to a blade that stabbed‍‍ his lord. Duncan’s⁠ misjudgment and venomous⁠ turn to Alicia‍‌ were indescribable.

Staggering‌‍ from the wound,​​‍ Duncan brushed away‌ the hand with‌​⁠ what remained of‍ his pride and‍‌​ bowed his head‍‍⁠ to Alicia, guilt‍ unabashedly etched across‍‍‌ his face.

“…”⁠

Though⁠​ her expression remained‍ unwavering, there were​‍ deep ripples in‍‍​ Alicia’s eyes.

An‍ old knight apologizing​‍​ for his disastrous‍ appearance.

It​ was the last​⁠​ pillar of strength​ Alicia had.

Duncan’s‍‍‍ blood brought tears‍ to Alicia’s eyes.​

“The⁠⁠‌ winner of this‌​‌ duel is Lord‍ Endre’s knight, Sir​‍ Chard!”

The​‌ priest’s declaration was⁠⁠‍ met with a loud cheer from​ those siding with‌‍⁠ Endre. Just as‍‌ Endre had risked⁠⁠‍ everything to win⁠‍‍ House Heinal, they,‌‌ too, risked much‍ for him.

Winner‍⁠ takes all, loser⁠‍​ loses everything.

Having‌‍ taken the first‌‌ step towards victory‍‍‌ under the world’s⁠ universal laws, they​ certainly deserved the​‌‍ applause.

“Next‌ knights, step forward!”⁠⁠

Vlad‍ swallowed nervously as‍ the priest called​‍ for the next‌ duelists.

A three-round duel, two‍ winners.

Perhaps‌⁠‌ most crucial was⁠‍ the one securing⁠‌ the second place.‌

They‍​ would decide the‌‌‌ duel’s outcome if‌‌‍ the first player​ won or, in⁠​‌ the unlikely event‌​ of a loss,‍ pass the duel⁠​ to the third‌ player in a desperate attempt to‍‍ win.

“The‍​⁠ second knight from‌⁠‌ Alicia’s side, please‍​ step forward!”

And​​ the knight with⁠ the significant task‌ was none other‍​ than Jager from​‍‌ House Bayezid.

Jager‌​ with a single‍‍‍ eye.

Though‌⁠‍ not a knight⁠⁠ with a luxurious‍​ title, Duncan and‍​‍ Joubert were unanimous​⁠‍ in their decision⁠‌‍ to place him⁠ in the second​‍‌ position.

The‌‌‌ weight of the‌ name Bayezid was‌ enough to warrant‍ that level of‌ trust.

“Jager.”‍

“Colin.”​

For⁠‌ a knight, their‍‍ lord’s orders came‌ first, their honor‍⁠‍ second.

In⁠‍⁠ the eyes of​‌‍ many, a duel‌‌ of honor was‌⁠ an all-out clash​‌ between their lord’s‍​‍ orders and their‌ own honor.

Therefore,​⁠ the first encounter⁠‌‍ naturally led to‍⁠ a confrontation.

The⁠‍‌ two knights stared‌ at each other⁠​‍ across the blood-splattered⁠‍‌ floor.

“Where​‍‍ did you lose​‌‌ one of your​⁠ eyes?”

“I​‌⁠ was hungry, so‌⁠ I ate it.”‌‍

“Ouch!”⁠‌

Colin‍ was a head‌ taller than Jager,⁠⁠⁠ but Jager wasn’t⁠‍‌ intimidated. Rather, he​‍‍ seemed to ignore‍ him as if⁠​ he were a nuisance.

“I​ guess you lost​⁠⁠ it then; you’ll‌ never be the‌⁠‍ same.”

“Yes.”‌‌

“I’ll⁠ take even your⁠‌ last eye.”

“Please‍ remember, this is‍‍ an honorable duel.”⁠⁠

Colin’s‍ growl was uncharacteristic,⁠‌ but the priest‌​ stepped back for⁠‌‍ the duel to‌ commence.

Though‍⁠⁠ an honorable duel​ with rules, it⁠‍ was still a sword fight, and​‍‍ sometimes things could⁠ get out of‍ control.

“For⁠‍‍ the gods of‍​‍ this day’s sun!”‍‍​

“Kaaaah!”​⁠‌

At‌​ the priest’s signal,⁠⁠ Colin shouted and​‍ charged at Jager.​

It‌ was an incredible⁠‌ speed from such⁠ a huge man,​ and it was‌⁠ a powerful strike​​ from such a massive man.

Indeed,‌‌ with a single‌⁠ swing of his‌⁠‍ sword, the man‍‍​ known as the‍ Earth Boar of‍​ the Middle Lands​‍ had proven himself​‌ to be a force to be⁠​‍ reckoned with.

Jager,‍​ the direct recipient‍​‍ of the momentum,‌‍‌ could only stand⁠⁠‌ still with an​ expressionless face.

BANG!⁠

Colin’s‌‌‍ sword shattered the‌​ floor of the‍ hall with a tremendous roar. Fragments‌ of the floor​‌ flew in all‍ directions.

“Oooh!”​‍

“He’s‍​‌ as powerful as‌‌⁠ I heard!”

Alicia‌ felt her chest‍ tighten as Colin’s⁠⁠⁠ blow resonated in‍ the hall, and‌​ Vlad searched for​⁠⁠ the nuts Jubert⁠​​ had given him⁠⁠​ yesterday.

This‌​​ was just the​ beginning.

But‌ the knights on‍‌ Endre’s side had‍ noticed a strange‍​ turn in the‌‍ combat’s momentum.

It⁠ didn’t take long‌⁠ for Colin himself‌⁠ to feel that​ something was amiss.‌

“Olé!”​⁠​

“You⁠​⁠ bastard!”

Only‌ now, facing Jager’s​ face, did Colin⁠​ realize he had⁠ been foolish.

Unlike‍⁠‌ him, who was⁠ out of breath,​ Jager’s face remained⁠‍ serene and untouched.‌​​

Colin⁠⁠‍ opened his eyes‍​‍ horrified.

Jager’s‍‌ body was moving⁠‍ strangely.

It​⁠‍ wasn’t fast or⁠‌ slow, but it⁠⁠‌ held many possibilities.​​​

Right​ or left.

Dodge‌‍‍ backward or take‌ a step forward.‌‌

It​⁠ couldn’t be discerned.‌​‌

“Argh!”‍

Colin‌ opened his eyes⁠⁠ and swung his‌‌⁠ sword relentlessly, trying⁠⁠ to ignore Jager’s‌ movements as they​ dazzled him.

It‌⁠ wasn’t a refined⁠ move, but it​⁠ was his best‌⁠ option.

When⁠ there was no‌​⁠ clear alternative, one⁠ had to do​ their best.

And​‌‍ Colin wasn’t the‌​ only one watching​ Jager’s movements with‍ narrowed eyes.

[Watch​‌ carefully; what he’s‍​ trying to show⁠ you is about‍​‍ to be revealed.]‍‌​

“…”⁠‌‍

Last​​​ night, Jager had⁠​​ warned his nervous‍​​ squire with a sharp blow.

Think⁠ about walking before⁠⁠​ thinking about running.‌​

At⁠‍ the same time,‍ he demonstrated one‍‍​ of his tricks,​ passing on a lesson to a wobbling Vlad.

“You⁠⁠ can’t use a technique like this⁠​ if you don’t‌‌⁠ have the proper​ foundations.”

“Kaaah!”‌

Colin​ yelled, continuously striking‌ the massive sword.‍

The‍⁠ thick lines of‍‍‍ blood on his⁠‍‌ shoulders and forearms​⁠ showed how much‍‍ power the sword⁠‌ contained.

Teng!⁠

The‍​​ blade bounced off‌‌⁠ with a dull‍‍‍ sound.

Tung!‌ Tung! Tung-!

Colin’s⁠ attacks were relentless,⁠‌⁠ but Jager blocked⁠​⁠ them without missing⁠​ a beat. No,‌‍ he was cutting‌‌⁠ them.

[That’s‍‍⁠ it. A gap?]⁠

With‌‌​ each swing of‍‌‍ Jager’s sword, Colin’s‍‍⁠ momentum subtly wavered.​⁠​

It‌‌ was a gap‌‍‌ that could only‌‍ be created by‍‌ a forced misalignment‍ of the blow.‍

[Counterattack.]​

Counterattack.‍

The‌⁠ art of launching‍ a counterattack through‌ a gap created‍‍⁠ by a blocked​ attack.

It​​ was an advanced‍‍ technique that involved⁠ reading the opponent’s‍‌ number of moves⁠‍ and responding accordingly,‍​‍ an unorthodox approach​ to the counterattack.‌​

It‍ was a challenging‌‍ technique to execute,‍ but it promised​‍ to be deadly​ if successful.

“!”‌‍

Vlad‌‌​ stood there with‌⁠ wide-open eyes, watching⁠⁠​ the new trick​ Jager was demonstrating.‌

Tears‍⁠ welled up in‍ his strained eyes,⁠‌ but the boy,​‍ hungry for everything,‌‌ devoured what he⁠‍‌ was seeing.

He⁠ didn’t even breathe.​‍‌

He​‌ was lucky to⁠⁠ have found Jager.⁠​⁠

He⁠⁠​ was a wild‌‍ and twisted man,​⁠ but a man⁠ who knew what⁠⁠‌ he was doing.‍

Today’s‍ lesson is called‌‍‌ “Counterattack.”

The​⁠ test subject was‌‌ the Earth Boar.‍

***‍‌‌

I apologize for any‌ confusion. It seems‍‍ there was a misunderstanding. Let me​⁠ provide you with‌​ the translation:

“Done.”‍

Jager⁠​‌ adjusted his eyepatch‍​ and looked at‌ the priest.

“The‍‌ winner of the​‌ duel is Lord​⁠​ Jager the Knight,⁠‍ representing Lady Alicia!”⁠

Jager’s​⁠⁠ victory was clearly⁠‌‌ declared, but the‌‍‌ people on Alicia’s‌ side remained silent,‌‌ without cheering.

The‍‌ silence filled the​‍ duel arena.

Jager’s⁠⁠​ strange aura left​‌‌ Endre’s men drained​⁠ of energy and‍‍ Alicia’s speechless.

“…”‌‍

But‌ the one even​‌ quieter than them‍​ was Colin, who‌ was now kneeling,‌‍ with an expressionless‌‍ face.

Today,​ he had run‍ into a wall.‌

And‌ he felt it.​⁠

It‌⁠​ was massive, insurmountable.‍

“Well‍ done.”

“Good​​​ job.”

Vlad‌⁠⁠ could only be‌⁠‌ grateful that Jager‌ had deliberately set​‍ the scene for‍‌ him.

Even⁠‌⁠ though he didn’t‍ show it.

“Thank‌‍ you, Lord Jager.”​

“I⁠ was just following⁠‌‍ your orders, Lord‍‍ Joseph.”

Duncan⁠‌‍ turned to Jager,‌⁠​ triumphant, and sincerely​⁠ thanked him.

Seeing⁠‌​ him wrapped in⁠​​ reddish bandages was‌ still lamentable, but​​​ Jager was as​​ courteous as he⁠​ could be.

“Next​‌‌ duelists, please step​‌‌ forward!”

Duncan‍ lost, Jager won.​​​

With⁠​ the Vanguard and⁠ Mid-Game battles finished,‌​‌ all that remained‍​‍ was the Grand‍ Battle.

“My‌ turn.”

At​⁠‍ the priest’s call,⁠⁠‌ stroking his well-groomed‌​ mustache, Joubert entered‍ the duel arena.⁠‍

This‌‌‍ duel would be​​​ enough.

Win⁠‍​ this, and Alicia​ would be the​⁠ legitimate Baroness of​ Heinal, recognized in⁠‌ the name of⁠ God.

Alicia’s‌ anxious looks, Duncan’s,‌​ and those following‍‍ them merged behind‌‍ Joubert.

But⁠⁠​ Joubert himself remained​ undisturbed, with an‍‍‍ inscrutable smile on‍‍​ his face.

The‌ two knights crossed​‌ the silence that‍ Jager had created‌⁠ and entered the​ duel arena.

“I‌‌ am Pablo of​‌‌ Arnstein.”

“It’s⁠ not the first​⁠‍ time. That we‌‌​ meet.”

“Pablo​​​ of Arnstein.”

“…Joubert‌⁠‌ of Shazad.”

Jubert⁠⁠ smiled ironically at⁠​​ his inability to⁠‍‍ make a joke.​

He⁠‌ turned his head⁠ to look at‍‌ Alicia and bowed.​

It​‍⁠ was a proper‌⁠​ and well-learned greeting.⁠‍

“Eh?”‍⁠

But⁠ Joseph, sitting among​​‍ the audience, observing​ the duel, knew⁠​⁠ something was wrong‍ with the greeting​⁠⁠ Jubert had just‍​⁠ given him.

It‍ wasn’t a greeting‍‍ he would use‌ in this situation.‌‌

“I’ll‌‌⁠ say it again.‍⁠‌ A duel ends‌⁠⁠ when a representative⁠ expresses the intention⁠⁠‍ to surrender, and​ when the duel​ cannot be hastened…”⁠​‌

The​‍‌ priest diligently explained‌⁠​ the duel rules,‌ but Jubert could​‌⁠ only remain silent.​‌‍

“I​​ will withdraw.”

“If​‌ you suffer a serious injury… What‌‌‍ did you say?”‌‌

The⁠‍​ priest didn’t immediately‍‌‍ understand the words⁠ that came out⁠‌‌ of Jubert’s mouth.‍

He​⁠​ heard them with⁠⁠‍ his ears, but‍‌⁠ he didn’t understand‍‍⁠ them with his⁠ mind.

These‌‌ were words that‌​‌ should not and‌‍ could not have⁠​​ come out now.⁠

“I​ will withdraw.”

Like⁠‍ an actor on‍ a stage, Jubert‌‌ looked around with‍‍ exaggerated gestures and​ shouted.

“I,​​‍ Jubert, the representative‍​ sent by the‍​ Shazad family, withdraw​‍‌ from this duel.”‌

“…”‌⁠

“…”​⁠⁠

Jubert’s‍⁠‍ words seemed quite​‌⁠ innocuous, but for⁠‍ those who had⁠⁠ to hear them,‍‍ they were a thunderous declaration.

A terrible silence gripped⁠​ the hall.

“This,‍ this… this.”

Duncan,​​‍ finally coming to‌‌​ his senses, raised⁠ his wounded hands‌​‌ in a sign​‌‍ of disbelief.

“!”​

Alicia,​ the one in​​⁠ the duel, stood‍​ up with trembling‍⁠⁠ lips.

Her‌​⁠ pale white skin‌‌ was turning a pale blue.

Everyone⁠ was in a panic, not understanding‍ what had just‌⁠ happened.

Clap,‍ clap, clap.

The‍ sound of someone’s⁠​​ applause echoed in​​ the silent hall.​

“Attention!”‌⁠

Endre⁠ Heinal.

“So,‌⁠ the duel is⁠​ over!”

The‌​ man, the second⁠‍‍ in line for⁠⁠‌ the Heinal House,‍ finally showed the‌ fangs he had⁠⁠ been hiding.

“Not‍⁠⁠ like this!”

The‍⁠​ man shouted loudly‍‌‍ in the face‍ of everyone’s silence.‍‌⁠

He‍ was the accuser,‌‍ the usurper.

He⁠ was also a man who had​‌ four hands before⁠‍​ entering the duel​⁠⁠ arena.

“….Curse.”‌

Realizing‍ he had been⁠‍⁠ dragged into an‌​ unpleasant situation, Joseph⁠ quickly gestured to​ Bordan.

“Now‌‍ recognize me before‍⁠⁠ the gods. Priest!”‌

Jubert‍‌ waved to Alicia‌‌​ with an exaggerated​ gesture.

It⁠ was a farewell.‍‌​

“That⁠‌ I am the‌ only legitimate Heinal!”‌‍‌

This​​⁠ duel was rigged‌‍​ from the beginning.​‌​

By‍‌⁠ those who do‍‌‌ not know honor.⁠

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