CH 16

Sadistic Tendency

“This is crazy.”

Kyrie said cynically.

[Do you think so?]

Nathaniel took the challenge with a cup of tea.

When she saw him sitting at ease under the shading tent, she was filled with anger.

(T/N: Save this anger for future dear)

“It’s not that Gladios is just outwardly showing off heroic excitement. He’s pretty strong, even if he looks like that.” (T/N: To whom are you saying these words? To Nathaniel? Who is called as ‘THE END’)

[I see]

“He hasn’t been knighted, but it’s because he’s the Marquis of Vermont, not because he lacks skill.”

[Not because he’s stupid enough to not be able to memorize the Ten Commandments of the Knights?]

Kyrie laughed without realizing it.

(T/N: ….)

“You’re good at joking. I didn’t know you could.”

(T/N: Yeah wait for him to show you his true colours)

[A true nobleman must know how to enjoy any situation.]

(T/N: Then I think we uni students are true nobleman coz we enjoy all types of situation )

“I don’t think it means to enjoy the situation where one’s neck is about to run away.”

[My neck is running away?]

Nathaniel laughed.

[That stupid thing can do what Vallabriga Orewinbridge couldn’t even do? You are also good at jokes.]

Kyrie frowned.

“Lord Nathaniel is a wizard, and Gladios is a swordsman. It’s ridiculous to say that the wizard and the swordsman are dueling with a sword.”

[Right. Usually it is.]

“Or are you going to use magic?”

The most likely thing Kyrie thought of was to use magic secretly. She chose her words more carefully.

(T/N: she knows the art of how to talk to Nathaniel)

“When the duel is going on, a barrier made of mana stones is used to prevent the use of magic. You will not be able to use magic.”

[Buchanan. How can you end this fun thing in such an uninteresting way.]

“It’s a duel that does not benefit, whether you win or lose. Can’t you cancel it now?”

[I am not the one who requested a duel, so go talk to the instigator.]

Nathaniel showed signs that he would not talk anymore.

Kyrie looked silently at the tent where Gladios was. He pulled out the Great Sword and was swinging it. And when he noticed Kyrie’s gaze, he looked sad. She wondered what he was thinking.

‘Ha! The ignorant woman who is seduced by what she sees! You will soon know the value of what is invisible and regret it!’

“……”

As she told Nathaniel, whether he would win or lose, he had nothing to gain.

If he wins, her relationship between the Marquis of Vermont will be broken, and if he loses, that hero will sing the song,「The world doesn’t know me.」 Although she knew about it, canceling it was still the best option.

“Can you win?”

She felt Nathaniel looking her way.

[Did you want to win?]

“If you win or lose and have nothing to gain, you’d rather win.”

Kyrie did not look back at Nathaniel.

She laughed, thinking she didn’t know what she was talking about to someone who claimed to be ‘The End.’

“And that look… That’s kind of upsetting, isn’t it?”

Nathaniel laughed. It was a laugh that seemed to be close to a laughter for ordinary people. He was enjoying it that much.

[I thought you only knew how to speak, but you can also say that.]

“Who’s going to be able to stay calm for everything? I try to do that, but there are people who really want to hit me.”

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed.

[You’ve become quite honest.]

(T/N: nah she has lowered her guard, you handsome rascal)

“Yes. It’s not aristocratic. If you’re going to scold me, do it now.”

Nathaniel slowly lowered the teacup when he saw the referee and Gladios walking out to the arena.

[No. You look much better that way.]

(T/N: DON’T FALL FOR IT! ISSA TRAP!)

It was a favorable reception beyond her thoughts. Kyrie looked at him a little embarrassed.

Nathaniel slowly rose from his seat.

There was a metallic sound from the cane he was holding.

Soon, the upper part of the cane, which Nathaniel handled like his own body, cracked, revealing a pure white sword.

Kyrie stared blankly at the man like the king of winter checking his sword.

“Was it a sword?”

[It was a sword.]

“So you refused the sword lent to you?”

[Yes.]

“But the Black of Gladios…”

(T/N: His sword is a black sword.)

Kyrie looked at Gladios. He wanted to look like he overwhelmed his opponent, but he didn’t wear his armor properly. The Great Sword in his hand shone brightly.

[Two-handed sword. During my time, those who used swords like that were usually considered cool, but it looks like it’s a little different these days.]

Nathaniel muttered. Kyrie laughed.

(T/N: ….now a days u laughing too much, isn’t it?)

“I’m going to see the madness of facing a two-handed sword with a sword here.”

[Are you anxious?]

Nathaniel asked.

Kyrie shook her head slowly.

“Not at all.”

As soon as she saw Nathaniel holding his sword, Kyrie felt it. He was only complete when he lifted his sword. That white was like a part of Nathaniel’s body. Kyrie glanced up at Nathaniel.

(T/N: The white means metallic part. Anyways…. someone plz bring Kyrie back to reality, I’m begging you)

“You lied to me, didn’t you?”

[Me?]

“You’re not a wizard.”

Nathaniel looked at Kyrie.

He opened his eyes like he had found something interesting, and laughed like a playful rascal.

[That’s right. I’m actually a swordsman.]

(T/N: And a psycho)

He slowly kneeled down on one knee in front of Kyrie. Everyone’s eyes were focused on him.

Kyrie was also surprised, but when she saw Gladios’s face distorted from afar, she smiled gently.

“You like to joke more than you look.”

[Did I get caught? That’s right. There should be a sadistic tendency when others hear it.]

(T/N: It means that he wants the other person to be ashamed or be in pain when Nathaniel jokes. There should be a sadistic touch in his jokes)

“Then you must be sad to not see that face.”

[Is this the expression you expected?]

“I can’t use it when I open my eyes to this pleasure.”

[Enjoy it.]

Nathaniel slowly reached out, and Kyrie naturally held his hand.

[Now, this knight holds his sword for the pride of the lady he serves. What do you want, Kyrie Buchanan?]

Looking at Nathaniel smiling, Kyrie smiled in the same way without realizing it.

(T/N: Aight imma out of here)

“Victory. Overwhelming.”

T/N rant:

So as y’all see ladies and gentlemen the chances of saving Kyrie from him is grim. But anyways we would read ahead!

Yesterday I decided that I would not take any hiatus for this novel. Nope not all

Anyways a daily gift for y’all~

Nathaniel.

‘The End’

Kyrie Buchanan