Sword Master, Becomes a failed student

The Lumian smiles bitterly, the owner of Kalad territory.

In fact, Lord Henry and others were not so rude in the first place.

It was just a contract, but they never left. I should have been careful what I say in front of the lord and the lord.

But it's just a story of a common territory.

Here, the story was different.

‘If I had acted like a jackass, I wouldn't have been treated like this. ’

A weak spirit who is beyond incompetence and invisible to even a single toll of defeat.

He taught Baron Khalard strictly that he had never demonstrated his wick as a nobleman.

But it is always in front of my son.

The Lumian knew that the shamans were covering their asses to the point of dissatisfaction.

And as time goes on like that....

‘As far as I'm concerned, the shamans don't hide complaints. ’

It was also one of the reasons the original owner of the body decided to commit suicide.

Of course, the Lumian did not pity himself at that time.

‘After all, it's my fault. ’

It is your fault that the lord's father is disregarded.

It's because I surrounded my incompetent son behind me.

It is of course my fault that the owner has been ignored.

I have never raised my head under such pressure. Even if it's meaningless, I've never yelled out loud.

Of course, it's not too late.

To make things right.

“Don't worry about the duel. ”

“What did you say, my lord? ”

“You have nothing to worry about. You don't have to rescue the Great Warrior from the outside. I don't have time for that. ”

"......."

Lord Henry looks puzzled to hear the words of his predecessor, Lumian Khalard.

My attitude was more surprising than the content.

They have not been able to react properly to anything they have said so far.

It was so frustrating that I was increasingly rude. Nevertheless, the Lumian bowed his head deeper. ‘But now...'

It was so different.

His voice was clear, and his eyes were strong.

My shoulders and chest were straightened and my back was straight. Despite the large number of glances spilled, he was not pushed out of his senses.

It looked like a rock, or a mountain.

Lord Henry swallowed the drought.

‘I heard from the guards that the Lord seemed different after one semester...'

I thought it would brighten my face a bit, increase the number of words, or something.

But I didn't expect it to be like this.

His posture is unwittingly polite.

Lord Henry, who slightly bowed his torso, carefully opened his mouth.

“You don't need to save the Great Warrior... Are you referring to the one who came with you?" ”

"Hmm."

“Yes, he was. ”

Those who heard Lord Henry nod.

It was definitely someone who seemed to have something. It was judged that there was something different about the aura and pressure on his face. He was definitely a person with unusual skills.

However, the Sovereign Lord's answer was different from their thoughts.

“No, I'll do it. ”

“What else……"

“What nonsense..."

“Quiet.”

"......."

voices filled with complaints that were pouring out as soon as the Lumians opened their mouths.

All of it subsided at once.

This was also surprising.

He didn't raise his voice much, but the goblins quickly shut their mouths as if their souls had been mortgaged.

This time, Baron Khalard was also surprised.

It was more than I expected.

On the first day of his return, he smiled more magnificently than he smiled confidently.

“Father, I'm sorry, but may I draw my sword from here? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Literally. It simply means pulling out the sword. ”

“... I give you my permission. ”

Baron Khalard nods with a stiff face.

He didn't know why the Lumian was asking, or what he was trying to show.

I just wanted to watch.

Of course, it was the same for the hypocrites.

Everyone in the conference room looks at the Sovereign Lumian Calad, not even breathing loudly.

And the Lumians, in front of them.

It showed them something they had never expected.

“Oh, my God! ”

“Hurrah!"

“This is definitely…… actually…"

"......!"

Someone shouts out loud, and someone doesn't make a sound.

But it was the same as when everyone's eyes were wide open.

The lumian, who confirmed it, laughs.

‘There must be many nobles. ’

The Lumian recalls them one by one.

It may be an induction that cares for the people graciously, or it may be a leadership that manages the soldiers well.

Excellent resourcefulness, excellent superiority, and experienced diplomacy. There were so many things that made him Lord.

That's why he must have been so hard. Very much.

‘But I...... don't need to take care of things. ’

If there's one thing in particular.

The rest of the little things don't have to worry.

Today, the Lumian showed the shamans what he was most confident in.

There were no further complaints.

And it's tomorrow.

* * *

The day of the duel has dawned on the honor of the territory.

Priests from the Territory attended for notarization of the results, and many of Kalad's sovereigns who had heard the news later came.

Their faces were filled with worries.

“No, what's going on? ”

“I don't know. I just heard that Baron Karajan has requested a duel. ”

“No, why? ”

“I mean, I don't know. ”

“Whoa, what the hell is going on? He's a good man..."

“Son of a bitch! Our Lord knows better when you think of a good man! Who are you cheering for? ”

“No, I'm just curious! He's driving like a freak! ”

“Anyway, you have to win. Whatever the reason..."

“I know. ”

All the settlers cheered for Baron Khalard with one mind.

A good lord is one who always cares about himself and embraces him like his father. It was natural for him to want to win.

Even more so if I lost the duel, I have to pay for my defeat. It was natural for the whole region to lose its burden.

However, there were not many who anticipated the victory of Baron Khalard.

“But the opponent, the famous…… Jack? Jack Stuart?"

“Yes. I heard it was Expert, but the knights on my lord's side..."

The countrymen's faces are darkened.

They were merely worms, but they knew roughly what was going on in the surrounding area.

And none of the Knights of Kallard can defeat Jack Stuart. It's hard to find a great warrior to defeat Jack Stuart.

Baron Karajan and his neighbours knew about it.

That's why he's been taking the attitude he deserved from me since long before the duel began. To enjoy a certain victory.

By the way.

A mutation occurred.

People from Kalad's side slowly approaching from afar.

One of them, a Karayan knight, who saw a man of enormous size, shocked him.

“Yo, mercenary..."

“Hmm?"

“Mercenary King! Mercenary King! ”

“What?"

“The mercenary king? Who? ”

“Th-that... guy in the big, leather armor standing to the left... that's Morgan! It's mercenary king morgan, who just became a sodmaster! ”

"......!"

Karajan's gaze shifts to one place.

The territory and the people of Kalad were the same. Because of the loud voice, there was not a single person who did not hear the conversation just now.

Morgan, who received everyone's eyes, scratches his back head with a shrug.

He said.

“Someone recognizes a place like this. ”

It was a statement of acknowledgment.

From then on, the faces of Karajan began to turn dark, and the faces of the colonists began to turn white.

“The mercenary king!”

“The sorcerer?”

“What, isn't he a great guy? ”

“Oh, of course! The Sword Master would search the entire continent for 50 men, by the way! ”

“So we're going to win? ”

“Oh, yes, of course! No matter how strong Jack Stuart is, he can't defeat the Sodmaster. Yes, of course! ”

Suddenly, the territory turned into a festive atmosphere.

Even the guards of Kalad swept over him.

You hear chattering from everywhere.

“No, he's... called the mercenary king?" The sorcerer? ”

“Are you sure? No, I'm sure they said that..."

“What about such a great man...... and the Lord? ”

“I even thought that mercenary king showed his face. ”

Their surprise was natural.

The Master of the Sword.

Great superheroes are hard to keep in their mouths, even if they are masters of swords.

No matter how weak the sovereign master is, if he goes to Tarazan Kingdom, he will immediately receive the Earldom title. Of course, treatment is much higher than that.

In other words, Morgan, the mercenary king, has a higher position than anyone else here.

Baron Luno Khalard couldn't help but panic.

"What the hell did my son do for a semester? ’

Yesterday, I thought there would be no more surprises, but not a day later, I changed my mind.

And maybe in a few moments, another surprise will come. Baron Khalard thought it would somehow be.

Of course, this was not a negative intent.

A mythical event that feels so good that he's never even had a dream.

Thinking that it would happen at his fingertips, I couldn't control the overwhelming emotions.

“Farewell, Father. ”

Whether he knew his heart or not, his son spoke with a blatant look on his face.

Baron Khalard is already strangled and unable to speak. So I nodded instead of answering.

After confirming this, the Roman stepped forward, and Baron Karajan's expression puzzled.

Baron Karajan frowned and said.

“It can't be that Baron Calard's side, the main claim? ”

“Yes. I will tie this duel. ”

“... Khh, khh, khh-heh-heh-heh-heh! ”

“Pussy, ha-ha-ha-ha! ”

“Huff-puff!”

Shortly after the Roman words came out, the Baron Karajan's side gave in to the plot of surrender.

I had to.

From their perspective, no one can defeat the sorcerer, and the opponent does something absurd while they think it's all over.

It wasn't a plan. It wasn't a plan. I was just shoveling.

It seemed so only to their eyes. It was natural to smile.

“No, what are you talking about......."

“The lord himself fights? Ugh..."

“No, you've become more reliable... but still..."

“Ugh……"

On the contrary, the faces of the colonists were gloomy.

They became as serious as those who fell from heaven to hell.

The despair they felt was so overwhelming that the thought of misfortune darkened their eyes.

To them, the Lumen was like that.

Someone who is kind but lacks a partner, too good to lead anyone.

But...

The colonists didn't know.

What they're seeing now is very similar to what the Kalardian shamans showed at the conference yesterday.

"......."

"....... '

and the fact that the shamans who appeared like that are now looking at the owner with a very calm face, without saying a word of concern.

“Our side will be the great warriors, Lord Nightjack Stuart. ”

“Very well. Baron Khalard's side is...... Baron Roman Khalard, the baron is knight Jack Stuart. Is that correct?"

“That's right.”

“Yes.”

“Very well. Alia is watching this duel. No cowardice should be used, and either way please surrender to the consequences. Victory or defeat is determined by the death of the opponent or the declaration of surrender. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“I understand.”

Two barons nod at the notarized priest's words.

The priest also nodded and informed that the duel had begun.

Chuck.

“Hiya!”

Whoo-hoo!

Immediately, Sir Jack Stuart took a step forward and cheered.

Then the blue light rose from his sword.

It was close enough to cover the surface, but this was definitely an error sod.

Of course, it was not as perfect as the master. But this alone was enough to bring out the surprised voices of the colonists.

“Come Sword! ”

“That's the Sword for Come! ”

“Oh my, how can you deal with that! ”

“Don't you think the mercenary king should be out by now? ”

Now the colonists are almost ready to cry.

There was no one who remained calm.

Of course. They didn't want to see their beloved territory destroyed by the Lord's defeat in battle.

Nevertheless, no one anticipated the Sovereign Lord's victory.

Their vision is now beyond the darkness and beyond the horizon. They closed their eyes when there was no future at all.

Wooooo...!

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

But...

Even if I close my eyes, I can feel something.

If the light is intense enough to dig through closed eyelids.

If the rays are overwhelming and dazzling like the sun rising in the night sky, even at the end of despair, you will be forced to lift your head and open your eyes again.

"......!"

Nobody moves.

No one could speak.

A giant error sword that rises before their eyes, incomparable with that of Jack Stuart.

The lumian, the lord of Kallad, who raised it vigorously, recites it in a low, bold voice.

"Here we go."