Chapter 72:

Chapter 72:

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The swordsmanship competition, as the most popular event, was held over seven days, with five matches per day.

The arena was already packed with spectators.

The winner! Romeo Pascal!

The winner of the fifth days final match was Roy.Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

However, even after his opponent, who had admitted defeat, left the arena, Roy didnt leave his spot.

He picked up the sword that his opponent had dropped and walked to the front row of the audience seats where he could get a good view of the arena.

Then, with a grin, he started talking to Juliet.

Dont you have anything to say to me?

Until Roy approached, Juliet had been blankly watching the departing crowd.

Huh? About what?

One of Roys eyebrows raised in what seemed to be annoyance.

I won, so you should praise me!

It felt as if a tail was swishing behind Roy.

Pff.

Juliet sneakily looked at the tournament bracket and then burst into laughter.

Ah, who cares? At this point, what does it all matter?

The opponent who had just dropped his sword and admitted defeat was Fabian, the winner of this tournament in her previous life.

Juliet pretended to pat him on the head as he wanted.

Yes, you did very well.

In reality, neither Jude nor Roy should have participated in this swordsmanship competition. Perhaps because of that, Fabian didnt win.

Juliet felt relieved that she hadnt bet money on him.

Huh?

Suddenly, Juliet felt someones gaze.

Lately, she had been feeling these mysterious gazes more frequently.

She looked around but didnt see anyone suspicious

Instead, she noticed someone quickly leaving the arena.

Wait a moment.

Juliet hurriedly called out to a man walking ahead.

Jude!

But he kept walking without even turning around.

Wait! Jude!

Juliet didnt give up and chased after him.

Fortunately, because of the crowd blocking him, Juliet was able to catch up and grab his hand.

Jude!

Jude, who had stopped walking, swiftly turned to face her.

Yes. Why are you doing this, lady?

Even when their eyes met, Judes expression showed no surprise.

His face also lacked any warmth.

Juliet wasnt one to beat around the bush.

Jude, are you mad at me?

Mad!

Judes face contorted.

He seemed to take a deep breath while looking away, then looked directly at Juliet again.

You abandoned all of us! You deceived our master too! Do you know how much!

Im truly sorry, Jude.

I thought we were like brother and sister!

Juliet then realized that Jude was more hurt than she thought.

She gave a bitter smile and comforted the tall man as he sobbed.

How is Sir Cain? Is he okay?

Juliet always felt guilty towards Sir Cain.

Even though she needed to sidestep him, the sword master, to escape the Dukes estate, she had deceived the trusting man and secretly drugged him.

Yes, hes fine.

Jude glanced sideways and whispered in a softer voice.

He worries a lot about you. He would be happy to hear that youre doing well.

After chatting for a while, Jude suddenly changed his demeanor and turned away.

Ive seen your face, so Ill be going.

Youre leaving just like that?

Clang!

Surprisingly, they seemed to exchange light blows, leading Juliet to wonder if she had overreacted.

The audience simply seemed amused. Witnessing celebrities cross swords was a rare sight. Everyone thought they were fortunate.

But then

Chang!

!

Whoosh.

Few witnessed exactly what happened.

All that was clear was that as Roys sword flew toward the Dukes left side, the Dukes sword, initially aimed at Roys neck, shifted its trajectory, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Roy clutched his face.

Ah!

The ballroom turned to chaos.

People screamed in shock.

Most of them were wealthy nobles, not familiar with the world of swordsmanship.

Roy!

Juliet rushed to Roys side.

Upon examining Roys condition, Juliet turned pale.

Youre bleeding!

Its okay.

It wasnt!

Blood poured non-stop from a gash near Roys right eye.

Juliet quickly took out a handkerchief to stem the flow. The onlookers were in an uproar.

P-priest!

Call the priest healer!

Some called for the healer, some screamed at the sight of the blood on the floor, and others just panicked.

The same spectators who were excitedly encouraging the fight moments before were now shaken by the sight of blood. Or maybe it was because a royal was injured.

It was more likely the latter.

While it was an unwritten rule that there was no liability for injuries in a duel, considering the status of the injured, this could be a major incident.

Amidst the chaos, many screamed in fear, and some even left hurriedly, hoping to avoid involvement.

As Juliets white handkerchief became drenched with blood, it seemed like the bleeding wouldnt stop.

Juliet grew concerned as she observed Roys increasingly pale complexion.

However, Roy, in a relaxed manner, covered Juliets hand with his own.

Theres a silver lining to getting hurt.

He whispered, smiling slyly.

Now is not the time for such remarks!

Juliet retorted, but Roy smiled calmly.

It really is okay. It doesnt hurt much.

Juliet bit her lip. Even though he was bleeding profusely, he claimed to be fine. She wished for healing power instead of just magic.

If Dahlia would be here-

She would have healed such a wound in a blink of an eye.

We need to treat the wound immediately!

Priest healers, having rushed over, took over the care of Roy.

Upon removing the blood-soaked handkerchief, it was clear the wound, while long, wasnt deep. But due to the incessant bleeding, Roy couldnt open his eye.

His eyelid seemed to be cut. It was a relief that his eye wasnt injured. Juliet was relieved. Had the blow been slightly off, he might have lost his vision.

Just as Juliet was about to move away to let the healers do their work, she hesitated.

?

Roy, eyes still closed, had a tight grip on Juliets wrist and wouldnt let go.

Roy, please

Just stay.

Roy whispered in a low voice.

Why?

Juliet suddenly felt a gaze upon her. She inadvertently met the eyes of Lennox Carlyle.

She couldnt tell how long he had been watching.

He stood there, as if unrelated to the chaotic scene, exuding an aura of authority.

He was the only one in the room who seemed unfazed by the commotion.

Blood still stained the tip of his sword.

Lennox

Soon, the man who stared at her coldly with his red eyes left the banquet hall without saying a word.