Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 22
Duel Without Honor (6)
"Kukuk. Don't die getting beaten?"
Leohar chuckled at his words. It was a truly ridiculous remark that he couldn't listen to at all.
So he decided to show it. Not with words like that guy, but with action. Because that is exactly the difference between the weak and the strong.
"I will specially let you know at this place. What the difference between you, Carmil, and me is."
Whoosh- At that moment, along with Leohar's words, a blue haze wrapped around his sword. It was the same color as Ruan, but the density couldn't dare to be compared.
If Ruan's Aura was simply emitting light, Leohar's Aura right now was swaying like a flame. As if it would burn just by touching, that intimidating feeling was to the extent that one wouldn't dare to even approach.
"Do you see? This is what class is."
Leohar's mouth was twitching as he said that. It wasn't just speaking to Carmil. It was practically a declaration to everyone here who doubted his victory.
Not only knights, but even citizens ignorant of Aura couldn't take their eyes off that state.
"Is that really Aura? It's completely different from other knights."
"I knew he was strong, but to think it was to that extent. Indeed, the Kingdom's Best Sword."
"Amazing. How can it be so beautiful."
People who cheered for Carmil just a moment ago, and even those who predicted his victory, all shut their mouths.
Northern warriors' hands holding axes were trembling at that burning Aura. Yuria also flinched at that overwhelming power, but nevertheless, she believed.
In Carmil. And in herself believing in him.
'It's fine. Surely it's fine.'
So she decided to watch without taking her eyes off. Even if facing the worst result, she shouldn't turn her eyes away until the end.
She gripped the axe tightly just in case.
"As expected of the Captain. To think he was hiding such power!"
In the meantime, the members of the 1st Knight Order also started gathering one by one. Hearing the news that Captain Leohar was fighting Carmil, they ran straight from the cathedral.
They cheered for him, expecting him to avenge them.
"Captain, fighting! We will be watching the Captain's glorious moment!"
"Please make that guy realize directly what honor is!"
Now the blue light completely swallowed the sword. That blazing sword was dominating the entire square before anyone knew it.
On the other hand, not a single Aura dwelled in Carmil's sword still.
Leohar couldn't help but pity him standing in front of his sword.
"This, I feel sorry. I didn't intend to embarrass you in front of others like this."
"..."
"But now you must know a bit. This is exactly authority."
And that authority is soon the qualification of a Hero. A position where everyone has no choice but to look up and kneel. The scenery there was indeed a privilege only he could enjoy.
In the first place, comparing him, a commoner without a decent family, with the authority of himself, a Count, was wrong from the start.
So surely when this match ends, Your Majesty will also recognize. Who the true owner of the Hero is.
As Leohar raised the sword high, his surroundings shimmered. It seemed as if the surrounding air was being sucked in.
"How is it. The impression of facing this Aura you can't see in your lifetime."
"..."
At his provocation, Carmil just looked at him silently. Still, nothing like Aura was visible on Carmil's sword. Leohar didn't even feel the value of sneering at that sword without even a ray of light. It was just ridiculous and pitiable.
Sssss- The moment he gathered all Aura like that, finally the time came. Leohar rushed in without delaying further.
This blow will become history changing all futures of himself and the Kingdom. The blue light swung towards Carmil covered the entire arena.
Kuuuung!
Along with a sharp roar, a heavy wind covered the stands. Dust and wind covered the front, but everyone was desperate not to take their eyes off.
"Damn. Can't see properly!"
"The match? What happened to the match!?"
At the power beyond imagination, everyone in the stands expected Carmil's defeat.
Just in time, the dust and smoke covering all sides cleared slowly.
And saw.
"Ah..."
The sight of a sword without a single Aura dwelling in it blocking the blue flame. The blow he struck with all his might couldn't touch anything of Carmil.
Even though it swallowed everything in the square, it couldn't swallow Carmil's sword at least.
"...Uh?"
And Leohar was watching that moment closer than anyone else.
"Wh-What is this..."
Leohar looked at his sword blankly. He wondered if Aura was released in the middle, but the blue flame was still burning more splendidly than ever. Just in case, he looked at Carmil's sword too, but the result was the same. Still, not a single Aura was visible on his sword, nor was it a great famous sword. It was just a sword supplied equally to knights.
Therefore, he couldn't understand even more.
Then, just what is the problem?
"Something is wrong. Something is wrong..."
Originally, by now, he should be receiving cheers from everyone. Spectators should chant his name, and Your Majesty should come down directly and bestow the title of Hero on him.
That was practically a determined fate.
"Right... It should have been so."
Leohar looked at Carmil still in front of him.
Why? Why can this person still stand? How can he block it without a single scratch even after receiving Aura head-on.
Why. Just why!
"Damn it!"
Thud! Bam! Leohar struck the sword down several times more in that state. Head. Waist. Wrist. Even aimed for the neck but all were blocked.
Looking at him standing fine still, Leohar moved his lips.
"Just, just what trick did you use. How can someone like you block my Aura!"
"..."
"...Right, magic. Yes! M-Magic? You. You were learning magic alone without us knowing! Surely you blocked my Aura with magic!"
Carmil didn't answer anything. Just watching him finding excuses desperately.
At that cold gaze, Leohar went crazy even more and mocked him.
"Ha, haha. Or did you learn holy arts at the cathedral? Did you build a friendship with the Saintess without me knowing? If not that, did you learn a secret technique of the North from that bitch? You blocked my Aura with that! Right?"
"..."
"Speak. Answer! Just how did you block it!!"
Truly, he put everything into this one attack. His effort. Talent. And even time. It was practically a blow struck with his soul.
But a commoner in front blocked that attack. Without a single scratch, and with that common sword at that.
Amidst Leohar unable to accept it at all, he who had been only listening all along opened his lips quietly.
"Leohar. Do you remember."
Screech. Screeeech- As Carmil applied force, the confronting sword started to be pushed towards Leohar gradually. At that sight, he felt like he was having a nightmare.
Even though he was wrapping Aura, the one being swallowed was rather himself.
Clang! The sword being pushed gradually bounced off as it was at Carmil's one hand gesture.
"Kuk!?"
Before Leohar, who lost balance like that, took a stance again, a sharp sound echoed in the arena.
"Ah?"
-Stab. When he came to his senses, Carmil's sword was already piercing his leg. Carmil said looking at him calmly.
"Not to expect things like honor in this duel."
"Kuaaaaaaaak!!"
Crunch! As Carmil crushed his opposite leg, he couldn't even resist and fell flat as he was.
"Keoheok! Carmil, you son of a bitch!!"
Nevertheless, Aura still remained in the sword Leohar was holding. He swung it desperately, but Carmil deflected it with the dagger he was holding in the opposite hand. Stab. Staaab! And stabbed the leg two more times with the dagger.
"Ah, aaak. Kuaaaaaak!"
"..."
Step. Step. Carmil started walking around the arena holding the sword. Of course, Leohar who was stabbed by the sword was also dragged naturally.
"Aaak. Uwaaaaaak! Let go. Let go! Let go right now!"
Carmil didn't answer. Just slowly circled the arena as if to show everyone. Thanks to that, Leohar also had no choice but to crawl draggingly like a dog.
"Keoheooook! Let go. Did you forget where my family is! If you let go even now, I won't hold you accountab-"
-Twist. As he twisted the trajectory of the sword, blood flowed back from the leg, and what followed was terrible agony.
"Kuaaaaaaaak!! You lowborn bastard who doesn't know honor! I will tear you to shreds and kill you!!"
Step. Step.
"Let go. Let go! Fuck, let go right now you son of a bitchaaaa!!"
His scream echoed throughout the square. He had lost the sword long ago.
To escape this pain, he grabbed his leg with two hands and tried to pull out the sword too but it was useless. Every time he did, Carmil pulled the sword like a leash as if treating a real dog.
Thanks to that, the arena was covered in blood with traces of him being dragged around. Leohar couldn't bear the pain and anger and poured out on him.
"Keoheok, kuaaaaaak! I'll kill you. No matter what happens, I will pay back you and that bitch with pain worse than death!!"
At that time, Carmil stopped walking for a moment. Leohar thought it was finally over, but he was looking at another place. And pointing there with his chin, he said.
"Leohar. Do you still not know. The meaning of what I said."
"What?"
At those words, Leohar looked at the place Carmil pointed.
Thousands of spectators were standing there. And they were watching continuously from beginning to end.
The appearance of him being dragged around like a dog throughout the match.
"...Y-You son of a bitch."
Only then did Leohar realize the meaning of what Carmil said and his body trembled.
Left alone in the arena, he made eye contact with people.
But citizens, knights, and even his subordinates. Not a single person opened their mouth anymore.
Thousands of ears gathered there heard all the words he spat out while being dragged. The insulting remarks he spat out so only Carmil could hear until now.
Even there was no one who didn't hear the words insulting not only Carmil but also the Grand Duchess of the North.
Before he knew it, everyone in the square was looking at him.
Realizing that fact, Leohar's face distorted for the first time.