Chapter 904 - Density of Time
"That bastard."
Lien, who was watching, muttered.
Was he hiding something like that?
"Oh."
Cypress focused on Fel, who dodged the needles used by the enemy as a hidden weapon, rather than the needles themselves.
It was an excellent reaction speed.
Comparable even to a beastkin.
Although everyone watching was surprised, Enkrid, Rem, and Ragna remained calm.
All three thought the same thing.
If he couldn't even dodge that, he would have died long ago.
Not that they were emotionless about it.
"He's really annoying, isn't he?"
Dunbakel said.
"The problem is he's not just annoying."
Enkrid answered, and Rem nodded.
No one intended to intervene in their fight.
It was a fight started under the name of a Knight's Duel, a duel to the death.
Those two had to settle it alone, whether they lived or died.
Krang wiped the sweat accumulated on his palms on his cloak when no one was looking.
He used the symbolic cloak embroidered with the Sun Beast, worn by the King when stepping onto the battlefield, for wiping sweat.
That was how tense he was watching.
"Are you worried?"
Enkrid asked.
Krang was watching the fight right next to Enkrid, not anywhere else.
Of course, Krang couldn't see anything properly with his eyes.
The King caught his breath and spoke.
In this situation, it was amazing that his legs didn't tremble, but he spoke because he didn't consider that amazing at all himself.
"It doesn't matter if we lose. But I can never get used to just watching someone fight on my behalf, no matter how many times I do it."
Enkrid nodded at those words.
There were many things he could say here.
For instance, he could say not to worry, to trust Fel to win and return, or even if he lost, it wasn't Krang's responsibility but because Enkrid ordered it.
But Enkrid didn't say any of that.
He just recalled Jaxen dealing with five knights.
Why did Jaxen fight so fiercely?
Why did he protect the ones behind him even risking his life?
'One cannot do that just because another ordered it.'
Then one cannot use Will properly.
Will is volition.
Will not accompanied by volition is just a shell.
'Cannot block five knights with something like that.'
Therefore, Jaxen protected that position with sincerity and truth.
Not to look good to someone, nor expecting a reward.
Enkrid didn't ask, but if someone asked Jaxen why he went that far, he seemed to know the answer without hearing it.
'Just because.'
He would have said just because.
The man who was sufficient to grasp everything in the shadows, no, who had grasped everything, now came up to the light and started a life of protecting instead of letting go of half of what he grasped.
That was something impossible unless one wished for it oneself.
Therefore, this was the only thing to say now.
"Origin is a shepherd. Name is Fel."
"Why suddenly mention that?"
Krang asked back.
"Affiliation is The Madmen Knights. I believe that bastard will win, but even that belief isn't needed. Since he isn't standing in this spot just for a King right now."
Krang understood quickly and nodded.
"Indeed."
Everyone in this spot stood with their own conviction and will.
Meaning don't ever forget that.
"Everyone stands to protect what they believe in. Without that belief, Will doesn't even react."
Will is volition, a knight is one who wields Will.
If one cannot set their volition straight, one cannot become a knight.
In that sense, Fel is a knight.
A pillar of will must have settled firmly upright inside him long ago.
"Well, if he dies, call it his fate. They say so in the West."
Rem added a word.
"Meaning that friend's fate ends here?"
Cypress added his words.
The fight was progressing in real-time.
From an ally's perspective, should say he was holding out surprisingly well?
Fel was like a scarecrow barely not falling.
Like a flower barely blooming on the edge of a cliff. Like a small boat floating before waves.
The scarecrow didn't fall in the end, the flower kept its place in the end, and the small boat surprisingly protected itself riding over the waves.
"I said he won't lose."
Enkrid said.
Not speaking because he knew something.
It was just complete belief.
Krang decided what he had to do here.
"Win, Fel! If you return, I will introduce a virgin at the Royal Family to you!"
Cheering.
Shouldn't he do at least something like this vigorously.
"...Your Majesty."
The Captain of the Royal Guard called him.
A King who occasionally commits eccentric acts.
Viewed similarly this time too, but.
"Yes! Win!"
The unit responds to his words.
Military flags gathered and clumped as if creating a single flow.
Along with the atmosphere heightening, the fight on the battlefield also rode the flow and changed.
Heat clumped centering on the two fighting, and a whirlwind rose.
Before anyone knew it, sounds like a woodpecker pecking wood—tadadada—were heard consecutively, unnoticed because they were continuous.
Of course, the woodpecker making this sound would be the size of an elephant.
The consecutively bursting sounds were close to roars.
Amidst this, the Captain of the Royal Guard couldn't bear the prick of conscience and spoke.
"Where is a virgin in the Royal Family?"
Bloodlines are precious in this Royal Family.
So the opinion of the House of Lords was for the King to have many heirs.
The matter regarding heirs was even one of the resolutions of the Council of Ten.
There was no such thing as a princess in the Royal Family.
"You distorted the meaning of my words. I meant a maid working in the Royal Family."
Your Majesty, most people call that fraud.
As the Captain of the Royal Guard swallowed what he wanted to say, the King who whispered smiled brightly.
The King who shook off or hid anxiety spoke.
"Anyway, if lost, it's the end. We must think about that after he wins."
The fight belongs to the close friend and the guardian deity, and now it also belongs to the knight named Fel.
***
The alias 'Fastest' makes all gazes focus on the sword.
Thanks to that, how easy was it to deceive the opponent.
Lados scattered the needles hidden in his left hand.
The technique trained for years was comparable even to an assassin.
From the moment the opponent dodged narrowly, it was his time.
Days trained solely for speed were projected onto Will and exploded.
A blade faster than ever flew like a swallow and struck.
A move that stole one of the opponent's arms.
Bothered by the blood on the blade, he shook it off, turned his left hand back, and thrust only the sword held in his right hand forward.
Now the opponent would be anxious caring about his left hand.
All this was a tactic to win.
Should one say this is the Southern style of fighting.
A place where deceiving and being deceived happens, and the deceived one is treated as an idiot, is the South.
A place where if one falls for an evil spirit's whisper, one isn't even treated as a warrior, let alone a knight.
Lados waited for the opponent to say words like cheating or cowardly.
Because striking the sword then would be another gain.
However, the opponent said nothing.
Just clenched and opened his left hand a few times checking the wound, and only stared at his eyes.
The interesting thing was that not a bit of unfairness about the trick suffered just now was glimpsed in the opponent's eyes.
'Not a bad opponent.'
Lados judged so.
'Then next?'
As expected, it would be good to put forward his specialty.
Lados reveres speed.
So his clothes are light and his sword is light.
Wore armor made of thin snake scales, and boots were light enough to be similar.
All that was for fast sword strikes.
Simultaneously with extending the left foot, Will changes the body light like a feather.
If connecting to a thrust extending the sword as is, that is the thrust Lados boasts of immediately.
His steps didn't even make a sound kicking the ground.
Tranquil before moving, and becomes a storm when starting to move.
The essence of the swordsmanship he trained is so.
A thrust that always made holes in the opponent's body, but the blade thrust this time couldn't achieve its purpose.
Instead of countering speed, the opponent raised the sword's guard in front of his face using it as a shield to block.
Lados hit the guard with his sword tip and withdrew.
Speed is power.
As if proving that, his sword tip hitting and retreating crumbled the opponent's posture.
Natural since he barely blocked because one arm couldn't be used, and to Lados, it looked like the time to throw the winning move.
In the first place, not a fight to drag on this long.
He wrapped a spell object inside his left palm.
Used to obtain friction by pulling the blade loosely held when needed.
Gaining instantaneous acceleration of the sword with that.
Used that now.
Grabbed the sword pulled instantaneously with the left hand, released, and swung as if drawing the sword.
To an opponent reacting to a few thrusts, a horizontal slash becomes a threatening move.
Furthermore, a slash felt faster than a thrust.
His expectation wasn't fulfilled this time either.
The opponent barely endured this time too.
Blocked by erecting the sword with a black blade vertically.
All movements were simple and plain.
Thanks to that, he blocked barely while being slow.
All this seemed like the Goddess of Fate decided to help.
"Lucky."
Lados said.
Blood formed on his withdrawn blade.
Because the opponent knelt on one knee and endured by putting his leg against the black blade, part of his thigh was cut.
With that, part of mobility was also stolen.
"Didn't know you would last this long."
While Lados spoke again, Fel erected his sword straight and asked.
"What happens if you lose?"
Instead of asking back, Lados stared quietly at the opponent's eyes.
Provocation?
Or has he lost his mind?
Using instantaneous acceleration repeatedly, one often feels like the brain is burning.
Might be because of that.
Since the opponent followed his speed breathtakingly just now.
'Is his head broken?'
Resultingly, Lados saw it as neither.
The bastard's eyes were clear.
"In my case, if I lose, I become very embarrassed. My situation is like that. So it's difficult for me to lose."
Fel said.
"Crazy fucker."
Lados rushed again.
Entering the world of silence, thrusting three times consecutively.
Thrusts aiming for head, chest, and thigh.
Three consecutive thrusts were his other specialty.
Tadadang!
The opponent erected the sword obliquely and blocked by bringing it to the thrusting trajectory.
Meaning blocked three attacks with one motion.
Amazing talent.
Blocked the thrust aiming for the thigh with the sword face, and blocked the one aiming for the face again with the guard.
Blocked the one aiming for the middle with the ricasso of the sword.
Both weapons were quite sturdy.
Not even a chip on the blade.
Natural since one is an artifact and the other is an inscribed weapon specially cared for in strength instead of being thin.
Jjeong!
Lados struck the sword consecutively.
Neither did the petty act of reading each other's breath.
Just striking the sword consecutively and driving.
Block, strike away, block again, strike away again.
Repeating and repeating that.
Hot wind blew and a whirlwind rose between the two.
Sweat cools down with hot heat.
Two metal pieces clashing consecutively bounced sparks.
Bounced sparks mixed in the whirlwind and heat-laden wind blew.
In the world of silence, a voice was heard in ears as if cut off.
"Adap, tion, com, plete."
Words Fel said.
In the first place, not moving at a speed to share conversation, what is the reason for saying those words even by cutting off syllables purposely?
He didn't know, but he must just be showing off.
Since there are people who can't stand things like this at certain moments.
Just as those words, Fel adapted to the speed.
At first, the opponent seemed faster than Rem, but compared to Rem, his movements were simple.
Although definitely faster than Ragna.
'Light.'
Rather than simply light movement, comparing, the weight on the sword is like a feather.
Then is it as fierce as Enkrid?
Did it give a dizzying feeling like the ember killing he shows?
Not that either.
'You are worse than the nerd.'
Couldn't count how many times offense and defense went back and forth between the two.
Fel just rushed forward with his sword as soon as he saw a gap he thought of.
Like a charge with the sword set up as a shield.
One-point thrust, the technique Lados boasts of pierced his left abdomen.
He pulled the sword as fast as he thrust.
Fel swung his sword while bleeding profusely from his abdomen.
While Fel swung once, Lados thrust once and even defended.
"Got you. Bastard."
Fel said triumphantly.
The world of silence breaks.
With a noise of Kwaaa- heard in ears, the two stopped.
The whirlwind created centering on the two spread becoming a strong wind.
The swords of the two stopped as if they were stuck tight.
Lados tried to detach his sword from Fel with strength, but it was out of the question.
Fel attached even his body in a bind state.
Lados scattered the sand held in his left hand before anyone knew.
Fel closed his eyes and lowered his head halfway before that.
Sand hit his forehead and hair and fell.
Fel is of shepherd origin.
And shepherds are those accustomed to such fights.
How many times would they have fought fair and square betting honor in the wilderness.
"Said got you."
Fel says and raises his head crookedly.
In Lados's eyes, the gleam in Fel's eyes looked as if an evil spirit possessed.
In a bind state, a thin sword is hard to exert power.
Yet Lados wasn't completely unskilled in martial arts either.
He hooked Fel's leg and pushed.
Fel just endured with strength.
Pushed as if kicking the ankle, but firm like a root of a thousand-year-old giant tree.
Days suffered by Audin weren't in vain.
'Time poured out meanwhile.'
That time with different density created the current result.
Fel endured, and Lados showed a gap.
He should have retreated even abandoning the inscribed weapon, but didn't.
Receiving pressure with their swords stuck tight.
Fel headbutted the opponent's nose bridge with his forehead.
Teok!
Lados blocked once again.
Left palm received his forehead.
Fel lifted his face and bit and tore his finger.
Ududuk!
"Heup."
Lados swallowed a breath.
Would he have no pain just because he is a knight.
He lost his left thumb.
Fel laughed with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
How could it not be enjoyable, when the blood flowing from the mouth is clearly the opponent's.
Lados swung his fist, and Fel dodged by bending his head, attached closer, and hooked his leg.
Meaning reversing the technique the opponent used.
Kung.
Like that, the two fell to the floor.
The moment the fight that has been causing hot wind turned into a dogfight.
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