“Keukk..!”
In an instant, red streaks were drawn across his neck, temples, and between his eyes. It was a position where a single blow could have taken his life.
"Ha. You're totally toying with Jared."
Sissair muttered lowly. People also agreed. The mercenary in Facade even had a vicious personality.
He can end something with one blow, but you humiliate him like he's playing with a toy.
Still, even though the opponent was the hero of a nation, they felt a vicious malice that was destroying the reputation he had built up until now.
The faces of the Katzen delegation watching this sight also turned red with humiliation.
However, Jared, the person involved, had no time to feel ashamed. It was difficult for him to avoid the sword at any given moment.
There was absolutely no sign of any loopholes.
A deep fear of death trembled at Jared's feet.
It felt like he was facing a giant black wave.
He had a hopeless and frustrating feeling as if no matter how hard he struggled, he would be submerged in the high waves.
Jared had felt this way only once, during a duel.
'When I crossed swords with the 1st Prince.'
His body was the first to notice the terrible feeling of foreboding at that time.
'But Isn't he dying now? Then, the interest at hand is-'
At that moment, the sword line became irregular, as if Jared's suspicions were mistaken.
Unlike the noble yet vicious swordsmanship of the 1st Prince, he could feel the fierceness of a warrior, who had overcome many hardships from the bottom up.
'What, which one is real?"
"Bring out your Aurors, you idiot!"
The 4th Princess shouted after seeing Jared being pushed helplessly. She looks like she's losing now, is it time to save face?!
Jared's sword, wrapped in a gray aura, barely opened a path of retreat for its master.
"Haha."
As expected of a 10-star, he was a strong and threatening auror. But Cesare was still a blind sword himself.
'Yes. No matter how you win, as long as you win, it doesn't matter."
At that moment, Jared wrinkled his nose. The veins on his temples bulged.
Dann it, why at this time...
Jared twitched his fingers at the faint discomfort he felt in his hand holding the sword.
'Now it's time for the medicine to take effect.'
Medea hid a faint smile in the crowd. He turned to green eyes.
In his past life, Jared was truly the greatest warrior on the expedition.
Medea had been with the expedition for several years and had observed him for quite some time.
All of his habits, even his mannerisms.
Jared had suffered a serious hand injury a long time ago when he was knighted.
It was a major injury that almost resulted in the loss of a finger, and even after treatment, he still felt a slight pain.
So, he always carried water with him and drank it often, along with blackberries called belladonna.
Belladonna was a poisonous plant that could cause death if you ate just three pills.
However, if the amount is properly controlled, it can be an effective anesthetic that helps people forget the pain.
Except for one major weakness that has yet to be revealed.
'If you smell Violetta's scent while drinking belladonna, the medicinal effect becomes stronger.'
Beyond anesthesia, symptoms of paralysis can occur.
In the last life, this fact became known to the public only after Jason ascended the throne.
At that time, Medea, in this way, eliminated one of the great generals who had threatened Jason in her past life.
The flowers that decorated every corner of the banquet hall today were floral tributes prepared for Jared from the beginning.
This is the wreath to be offered at the funeral to announce Jared's death as an unmanned person.
Medea made eye contact with Cesare, who glanced back toward the crowd.
'He noticed it too.'
She nodded slightly as if to say that what he was thinking was correct.
The well-shaped lips beneath the white mask formed a curved line.
Meanwhile, Jared was very nervous as his hands were getting stiff.
"Shit..."
As the direction of the sword kept changing subtly, Jared irritatedly adjusted the sword.
It was a tough fight even with healthy hands, but if things continued Iike this, defeat was obvious.
That too would be miserable and humiliating.
'No. I can't leave it like that.'
Jared, who was backed into a corner, bit his lip, took something out of his pocket, and threw it at Cesare.
The chain with sharp spikes was a trap-type weapon that blocked the opponent's movements.
Although it was forbidden to use in duels, he knew that if he won, the Fourth Princess would somehow manage to cover it up.
The chain sprang like a black snake.
'Now!'
Taking advantage of that gap, Jared's gray auror fiercely attacked Cesare's chest.
It was filled with a ferocious killing intent that would pierce the heart.
Cesare swung his sword quickly.
The silver sword line flashed.
As the cut chain lost its strength and fell to the floor, Jared's sword fell to the floor.
Chaang-!
"Ahhhh-!"
Jared screamed, holding his hand. The place where his fourth finger should have been was empty.
"Ahh! My, my hand... My finger!"
"Kneel down."
The relaxed voice was clear. Unlike the tyrannical swordsmanship, it was full of leisure.
Thud.
Jared fell to his knees, almost collapsing.
However, even the desperate screams were stopped by Cesare's blade cutting into his throat.
Cesare, who had been looking at him with cold eyes, turned to Medea. As if nothing had happened, his beautiful lips broke into a leisurely smile.
"I wonder if Your Highness will like the gift I offer."
It was a clear victory for Valdina.
***
Silence fell in the room.
It was a different reason than the Princess's duel that left her dumbfounded just a moment ago.
One was covered in blood and howling, while the other was intact and unharmed.
The result of the duel that took place in an instant was so devastating that they did not know what to say.
"Wow!"
But soon a thunderous explosion broke out.
"Facade's mercenaries won! They treated the general very well!"
"Our Highness won! Our Valdina won again!"
Didn't Katzen's general throw a trap when he was at a disadvantage? He fell for his trick, so he deserved to get hurt.
Amidst the cheers of the people. Medea walked forward before the Katzen.
"Fourth Princess, are you satisfied now?"
"This, this is..."
The 4th Princese's face turned pale. Her hair turned white after two consecutive losses.
No matter what techniques were used, the outcome of the duel could not be overturned. Didn't she see it clearly with her own eyes?
Moreover, compared to the mercenary who did not break a single rule, Jared committed a foul by throwing a prohibited weapon.
The 4th Princess trembled.
The same was true for the Katzen people.
"Uh. Why...."
This is what happened, right? They were astonished.
Jason was also shocked to see the mercenaries on the Facade overpowering Jared, but he was not as shocked as them.
'It's all because of Angelique that brought things to this point.'
Most of the members of the delegation brought along were supporters of the 4th Princess.
Aside from Jared and Kensington, they are nothing special, so there is no way they would have any regrets.
'Angelique will be pushed farther away from the line of succession because of this incident. Then I guess I'll have to reach out to the Empress Dowager."
Empress Dowager would not try to elevate other Prince and Princesses, who had been her enemies, to the throne.
In that case, Jason would be the only alternative left for her.
It was when Jason's eyes sparkled at the thought of picking up the fallen Fourth Princess's remains.
"Grand Duke Castullo."
Jason flinched.
The Princess of Valdina was looking at him.
"I hope that the Grand Duke, who Is the judge and the guarantor of this duel, will give us a confirmation of victory."
The eyes were still as calm and gentle as before the duel. The dried bloodstains that had not yet been treated brought about a sense of pity. Nevertheless, Jason was very embarrassed.
He was so happy about the 4th Princess's troubles that he overlooked the fact that he was also a part of this fight.
'I guaranteed the duel because I was sure Katzen would win.'
What can they do now that Valdina has won?
Cesare, who was watching this, swallowed his laughter. Even at the moment when victory was clearly certain, he set a trap that would make things difficult for Jason.
This made it clear. The Princess is targeting his cousin.
Medea said.
"You have sworn to God that you will judge fairly and faithfully, so l will trust in the judgment of the Grand Duke and God."
"..."
Jason looked around.
The 4th Princess rolled her eyes and shook her head vigorously as if telling him not to admit it at all.
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