Chapter 106

Rosaline stepped back and announced the end of the match.

“Ha, haa... Sir Rosaline, if you work too hard before the competition...”

Leticia, who saw Rosaline’s calm face and steady breath, quickly changed her words.

“Nevermind... You didn’t work too hard...”

Leticia sat on the floor and gulped down the water Eberhard handed her. Hessa ran and offered Rosaline a cup of cold tea and sweet cookies. The tray was outfitted perfectly, complete with a pretty tea mat. The knights watching this scene looked at the boy as if he were a madman.

“Sir Rosaline! It’s a hot day today, so I prepared fruit tea with some added lemon!”

“Excellent. Sweet and sour. Delicious.”

“Yes. Sweet and sour.”

Hessa looked up at Rosaline with anticipation, his eyes longing for something. As Rosaline brushed her fingers through Hessa’s hair, the boy shyly smiled in satisfaction. Having Hessa’s soft hair wrapped around her fingers felt good, so she spent more time doing that than expected. Hessa blinked languidly like an animal sleeping in the sun.

“Sir Rosaline, you have to go now.”

“Then let’s move. Sir Leticia, Sir Eberhard.”

The two people’s mouths snapped open. They liked it whenever somebody called them “Sir”, just like Macaron. They had large physiques, but that reaction somehow made them cute. Led by Rosaline, the two lesser knights and one apprentice knight walked to the competition.

The winner of the martial arts competition would receive a large amount of money and acclaim as a reward. Furthermore, they would be titled the strongest person on the continent until next year’s match. So, it was the most important festival for those who knew how to wield a sword and fight.

Mercenaries and commoners made up the majority of the participants. However, there were also a lot of applications from the knights. Personally, it was a test of courage and an expression of confidence. Publicly, it was a means of promotion— elevating the name of the Knight Order they served.

Therefore, many Knights of the White Night participated each year, but this time was different.

Rosaline Radwiell was the only one who competed from the Knights of the White Night this year.

Knight Commander Starz had recommended several people to participate, but they all gave him a disappointing response.

[No. Is life boring? Why? Why should I participate?]

Their answers pretty much all sounded the same. The Knights of the White Night knew her power better than anyone else. The winner would be Rosaline. What glory would they gain if she soundly beat them with thousands of people watching?

[Kill them all.] Pardict had said last night as he patted Rosaline on the shoulder, then Deputy Commander Nathan quickly scolded him.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

[What are you going to do if she actually kills them?]

[But Rosaline has grown enough to know not to take those words too seriously. So maybe she’ll know it’s enough to break only a bone or two?]

Nathan accepted it in the end.

However, some knights outside their order still looked uncertainly at Rosaline. It was hard to discern the truth about her among the inflamed and provocative rumors.

“I’m in perfect condition.”

Her eyes narrowed. With those words, she seemed to have readied herself for battle. Ricardis chuckled.

“Don’t get hurt. You can’t get hurt in such a meaningless event.”

Rosaline was greatly shocked. But I heard it’s an important event. As if reading her thoughts, Ricardis smiled as he touched his lips.

“The only thing you should worry about is... How would I feel if you win?”

“Ah.”

Rosaline put her hand to her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled slightly.

“Then it is a crucial event.”

Ricardis momentarily looked as if someone had hit him. His face soon flushed, and he took a few seconds to cover his mouth and calm his red face. Regardless of his attitude, Rosaline was motivated to finish the martial arts competition successfully.

“Your Highness.”

“Yes, Sir Rosaline.”

“I learned from Raymond about the following procedure after winning the final.”

The winner of the martial arts competition would receive the honor of being handed a sword directly from the Emperor. But Rosaline, who had yet to even fight against the 32 competitors, spoke as if that place was naturally hers. There was no awkwardness as if it was a matter of course. Ricardis nodded.

“I wanted to dedicate the honor of winning to you, but Raymond kept telling me to dedicate it to His Majesty...”

Rosaline muttered the following words.

“I’m going to say it’s for His Majesty because he told me to, but do I really have to do that?”

Ricardis understood the gist of Rosaline’s complaint, and he couldn’t hide his laughter. The ceremonial action of kneeling to the Emperor and offering her victory and glory to him bothered her. She was only loyal to Ricardis, the 2nd Prince.

“Do it. Either way, aren’t you still my knight?”

His voice was full of laughter. Ricardis’ eyes curved beautifully. Rosaline nodded hastily.

“Yes.”

“Don’t get hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt.”

“Come back quickly.”

“I will finish soon.”

Isserion expressed his condolences to all participants in the waiting room.