"Get up right away!"
Lucas, who was burying his face in his pillow, looked up in surprise at the shouting of the new bird.
He rubbed his tight eyes and looked back, and he saw his sister standing by his bed.
He hugged his sticky forehead and let out a loud noise.
"Please! How many times do I have to tell you not to enter my bedroom without permission?"
"This is not the time to be polite! Wake up quickly! It's an emergency!"
Raina shook his shoulders mercilessly and squeaked. Lucas pushed his sister away and pressed his prickly temples.
From early in the morning, he had been wandering around the hunting grounds all day with his peers from Wolfram, and then stopped by a tavern to drink ale.
Otherwise, his head will hurt to death, but why is she so crazy?
He glared at his sister with wide eyes.
"What the hell is that? Did the Zramites invade the city of Raedgo?"
"Put away the and don't get up right away?!"
Raina tugged at his arm and stomped her feet.
"It's really a big deal! A deal for the 'black bear of the south' to duel with our brother!"
Lucas felt his drowsiness fade away in an instant, and he jumped up to his feet. He looked at his sister with dumbfounded eyes.
"Who fights with whom?"
"Oh, really!"
As if her little patience had run out in an instant, Raina let go of his arm and strode towards the door.
Lucas, who was staring blankly at the back, scrambled to jump out of bed and picked up the Tunka that had been casually taken off the chair. He put it on his naked upper body and hurriedly chased his sister outside.
He saw servants rushing out of the hallway with a lantern in one hand.
He shook his head in confusion, and before he knew it, he caught up with his sister as he was going down the stairs with a long stride.
"Are you really going to duel?"
"That's right!"
Raina jumped down two stairs and responded nervously. Lucas frowned. He also knew that guests had come to Raedgo Castle.
However, it was unclear how the lord, who represented the southeastern region and was the successor of the Sheerkan family, had a duel.
He asked the question, clutching his hangover-throbbing head.
"Why are you suddenly having a duel on this night?"
"Why? The embodiment of discord eventually caused trouble!"
Raina gritted her teeth.
"Well, that woman broke into the banquet hall, poured alcohol on Sir Gutban, and even blew a stab!"
Lucas opened his mouth.
"If it's that woman... Are you talking about the Second Princess?"
"Who else is there besides her!"
Raina beat her chest as if she were frustrated.
"Because of that woman, there was an argument between the 'black bear' and my brother, and they even got into a duel!"
Raina crossed the hall in an instant and ran out of the building, shouting loudly.
"Look! I told you that she would be a disaster, didn't I? In the end, I was right!"
Lucas rolled his eyes as he lifted the front of his open coat.
To be precise, what his sister predicted was a cunning villain who pretended to be weak in front of her brother and plotted tricks behind the scenes, not a crazy woman who would beat the strongest spearman in the East in front of everyone.
'In any case, I can't deny the fact that it became a problem.'
He swept through his tousled hair and slicked it across the large courtyard.
On the stairs leading to the battlefield, hundreds of people were already gathered with torches and lamps.
Lucas broke through the crowd and moved to the back of the large training ground. There were nobles and Wolfram's elite knights who had been present to be witnesses to the duel. Lucas found a familiar face in it and walked straight away
"Tyron!"
The spearman, who was talking to his subordinates, turned his head towards him. He also seemed to run out while resting. The man, wearing only a loose coat on his bare chest, looked at him and Raina alternately and let out a deep sigh.
"What if you go without an escort at a time like this?"
"Put aside the nagging. What the hell happened?"
"I just arrived, so I don't know the exact details."
Tyron shrugged his shoulders and retorted nonchalantly.
"One thing is clear: our next leader has a very belligerent temperament, contrary to appearances."
Then he gestured with his chin and pointed to one side of the vast equestrian training ground.
There, a gray stallion with a majestic physique and a heavily armed Barcas in black iron armor stood waiting.
Lucas glanced at him blankly. Among the distracted men, he looked like a well-carved and delicate statue.
The sleek body surrounded by armor was by no means small or dwarf, but it was not as imposing or massive as the other spear swordsmen, and the movement of tightening the seams of the armor seemed more like a dancer than a warrior.
On the other hand, his opponent was a beast in human disguise.
Lucas shifted his gaze to the other side of the training and swallowed his dry saliva. The man's height seemed to be almost 7 kvett (about 210 cm), and his weight was well over 5 randy (about 175 kg) and almost 6 ranth (about 210 kg). If you add the weight of the steel armor surrounding the body, it will probably go even more than that.
The man led a muscular giant horse befitting his size and walked to the middle of the training ground.
The light of the blazing bonfire revealed the terrifying majesty of the company. The mouths of those who saw it burst out with admiration, excitement, and awe.
Lucas let out a soft moan.
"This is crazy."
Soon after, four soldiers who appeared to be the company's subordinates whined and carried a huge halberd, almost the size of a lump of metal.
When the man grabbed the spear with one hand and raised the axe blade of an incredibly large axe high, the shouts that flowed through the hall became even more intense
Raina, who was looking at the scerte with a sad face, grabbed Tyron's neck.
"What are you doing without stopping right away!"
"I've been working hard to stop for a while, but he's not listening."
Tyrone sighed as he pointed his thumb at a woman who was standing beside Barcas.
Lucas moved his gaze along his fingertips and opened his eyes wide when he spotted a small man staring at his brother. The woman was shaking her fists wildly as if she were very angry.
Lucas, unable to overcome his curiosity, approached them and frowned upon hearing the sharp resonance of the high-pitched beauty. The woman fearlessly yelled at the man, who was a head taller than her.
"Are you stupid? Are you foolish? You can just stamp and suppress him with power! Why are you trying to stupidly engage in a power showdown!"
Lucas laughed in vain. He didn't know that there was a woman other than Raina who would say the last word like that. That's how he told his brother...
Lucas glanced at Barcas' expression. He was checking the condition of the horse with a calm face.
The woman slammed her brother's back with her fist.
"You dozed off in math class, didn't you? That man looks three times heavier than you! Don't you know that weight and strength are proportional?"
"Bring me my helmet."
Barcas ignored her presence and gave instructions to the servant. As if angry, the woman rolled up her sleeves. Darren hurriedly grabbed her shoulder, as if he were going to put it up.
"Your Highness, you don't have to worry so much. This is a common occurrence among warriors. Both of them do things that cross the line..."
"Who's worried about him!"
She shook off the man's hand roughly and shouted angrily.
"I'm worried about myself! If I become a widow as soon as I get married, my future will be in jeopardy!"
As if tired of the woman's vitriol, Darren took a step back. However, his brother did not react much to the woman's bad words.
He pressed the helmet on his head and sat down on the saddle.
"Give me the weapon."
His subordinate immediately held out a Halberd with a crescent-shaped silver axe blade. Barcas, who received it, drove his horse to the middle of the barrel without a chance to stop it.
The woman hurriedly chased after him. Lucas, who had been watching from a distance, ran out and grabbed her without realizing it. Then, a cold gaze flew like a rainbow.
Lucas held his breath. For a moment, his mind seemed to go blank.
As he looked down at her strangely beautiful face with mesmerized eyes, he heard the sound of a rumbling trumpet announcing the start of the duel.
Lucas raised his head in a flash and groaned as he saw Alec Gutban twirl the huge halberd with one hand, slowly circling around the stands.
The axe blade, which was close to a mace, cut through the air in a large circle, and a sound like a whip resounded.
He felt the woman shaking her body as if she was about to collapse. However, he could not afford to check her condition.
As if to show off his strength, the beast who was driving the horse slowly along the stands spurred the horse.
The heavy sound of horses' hooves shook the earth. Amid the dust, a man on a giant horse spun Halberd and charged at Barcas at a terrifying speed. Screams erupted from the mouths of those who saw the scene.
It was worth it. Isn't it like an angry buffalo rushing at a deer? Lucas clenched his fists. It seemed that a giant that looked like a lump of metal would crush his brother in one fell swoop.
However, what Lucas encountered was a sight that was unbelievable even when he saw it with his own eyes. The blade of an axe, which was almost the size of a human, bounced off the blade of the spear, which flew gracefully like the flutter of a bird's wings.
Lucas widened his eyes.
The miraculous spectacle didn't end there. As Barcas spurred his horse, the man's massive body leaned backwards as if it had crashed into a solid wall.
Barcas did not miss the opportunity.
Barcas, who kicked the stallion's waist, straightened his spear straight forward. The pointed spear tip that flew like a flash of light pierced through the thick breastplate and pierced the man's chest.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
He spurred the horse with a spear in the man's chest. As he raised the tip of the spear, the giant's body rose high into the air. Screams erupted from all over the place at the bizarre sight.
Barcas, who rode his horse along a wide clearing and turned his spear one lap wide, immediately slammed Halberd to the ground. The man's huge body was stuck on the dirt floor, and a heavy vibration echoed everywhere.
The suffocating silence fell.
While everyone was in a daze at the duel, Barcas, who was about to be crushed, drove his horse to the side of a corpse and threw it on the floor. Then, with a cold face that was not disturbed at all, he gave instructions to the waiting area.
"Call the priest and come to the funeral."
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