33 Chapter 33

Violetta stumbled, her face filled with shock. She wanted to avoid any harm to him. How could she explain to Verda what had happened to him? Would she accept this and ignore her secret love for him?

'I need to stop this.' She thought about stepping forward.

"Hoh? This inferior being dares to challenge a noble after he sullied the princess. Ok! Let us duel!"

Madrid stood to his feet and gave a proud look. His right hand grasped his sword handle.

"Since you are the challenger, I shall decide the time and place!"

"Wait, please stop! Your grace!"

"Quiet half breed! A filthy, disabled woman can't speak here."

"Tsk!"

Violetta bit her lips in anger. Blood seeped from her lips as her worried eyes glued to Vincent. She felt desperate. Madrid was almost 60 although elves grew levels slower. He was almost level 20, a level which changed a person completely.

Zedrid stood tall and looked towards the boy. He felt he was close to an elf. But couldn't tell the race mixed with him. He was not human, at least.

'This boy… He could have struck down, my young Lord. Yet healed him and requested a fair duel. I shall report these events accurately to the queen.'

"My lord, are you sure? He healed your wounds?"

Madrid slapped Zedrid with a hard back hand. He then spat out hot air before drawing his sword with a flash of silver, placing it at Zedrid's throat.

"Zedrid, my father allowed you to serve us. Why are you speaking for a half-breed mutt?"

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"…"

"Forgive me, young master, I was wrong."

"Heh, I thought so!"

'If you knew I was the queen's agent from the start, you wouldn't act like this. Idiot. No wonder your father degraded from his past brilliant self!'

Zedrid took a step back and shook his head. He wished a man like this boy was his master, someone who would protect his loved one and accept his obligation with honourable actions.

"So be it, mongrel, it will be a fight to the death! Dare to touch my woman! I will rip the flesh from your bones!"

Madrid spoke with a vicious tone as his saliva shot onto the poor people sat at the front of the class. He gave a stern gaze towards Dirk and Odette, who pulled back in fear.

Vincent didn't listen to a single word he said. He was currently stroking the silky hair of his future Elven bride. Her eyes were like crescents as she rubbed her cheek against his large palm. She thought this was a dream.

'He finally understands! I am the best woman for him, Tehe! He loves me most!'

"Vincent… hehe!"

His new height allowed him to give her a real embrace as she enjoyed the heat from his muscular chest against her soft pillows. Her cute look could make most me kneel.

But Vincent just bopped her nose with a smile.

"Felia, you look so cute when you're not being cruel."

Her eyes blinked towards him, her long lashes flickering. She filtered out the latter part of the sentence and focused on his compliment.

'Shall I gut him for you? Do you want his family executed?'

Felia thought in her mind. Honour pah! what rubbish that means nothing, because her beloved turned her way! Nobody could take that from her, even her mother!

"Hehe!"

She placed her head against his chest with closed eyes. The soothing beat of his heart helped drown out the screams of the people she murdered last week. Her reason? Because they attempted to part them.

'Silly insects, my darling will never leave me!'

"OI!? Don't ignore me to flirt with our princess!"

Madrid stomped on the floor with a slight thump. Elves normally excelled in agility or intellect and so lacked the power of other races.

He looked embarrassed with a red face as the pair ignored him.

"Dare ignore me! Fine, I'll teach you a lesson! Hah!"

He grasped his sword and lunged forward towards the back of Vincent.

His face filled with a sneer to mock the idiot before him as his sword approached with a flash of steel towards his lower back.

Clang!

However, a flash of red light exploded before the collision of steel sounded inside the room, followed by a blinding red light. Vincent held a thick spear behind him and used the flat part of the blade to stop his thin swords thrust.

"Let me take care of this idiot. He dared to insult you earlier. Watch your valiant knight strike him down." Vincent leaned into Felia's ear and said in a whisper.

His gentle tone and hot breath upon her ears made her blush.

This caused her body to shudder in delight. His words triggered a memory from over 10 years ago.

— 10 years ago, Verina city near the slums.

She got lost in the slums after her mother visited this town to find a pair of old friends she used to adventure with. A famous dark skinned female warrior and adventurer couple.

She got lost as slavers tried to kidnap her in the slums. A boy with black hair and a single thick red Ahoge jumped from a broken brick wall and drop kicked the fat slaver. His enormous head hit the white slate wall on the other side and fell down.

The boy grabbed her hand as they fled away. She knew this boy was, in fact, the son of her mother's friends, but kept this hidden and wished to play with him more.

They spent several days together as they agree'd to meet at the well in the centre of town.

She felt devastated when her mother mentioned leaving and his last words always remained in her heart to this day.

She swore to never leave him when she was crying near the well. He comforted her and gave her a small necklace that seemed to be a gift he received from his mother.

"Always wear this and never forget me. When you are in dire need, your valiant knight will strike down your enemy and next time remain by your side!"

— Present day, Classroom.

"Hahaha! I never even believed it, no matter how much I loved him… How could I believe a child's words?"

'Yet he still remembers? After all this time? He always knew? Despite his power, he didn't change! Hehe, please save me, my beloved knight!'

Thud!

She watched in joy as Vincent span in a half circle his spear swung around and slammed the pole into the neck of Madrid. The force blasted him several steps backwards as he crashed into the classroom wall and cracked it with a boom.

"You should be more careful where you point your sword. What if you harmed my beautiful Felia skin?"

Bam!

Vincent shot a sly jab into the stomach of this hateful Elven noble. Rage filled his eyes. This idiot incurred the wrath of a daemon as a thick hand grabbed his throat and lifted him off the floor.

Madrid was now several inches above the floor as he kicked around to escape. He could feel the creak of his bones as the massive power closed his throat and stopped any air.

"P…please…..s…stop…..Ugh!" Madrid said with a lack of air.

Zedrid didn't want to step in, but needed to tell Vincent. He didn't wish for this wonderful boy of upstanding honour to be disgraced by trash who didn't even carry the Duke's actual bloodline.

"Master Schwartz, could you please release my young master? Should he die now? It will not do you any good. You have my word that anything that happens during your duel I will be report truthfully, as will Narara Bruna, the princesses guard!"

[Demonic Choice Activated!]

[Optional!]

[Accept the plea of the man who began admires you!]

[Crush this pig now! He cannot live!]

[Accept the plea. Then kill this cunt in the duel!]

[My dear Host, the choice is all yours and fully optional! Consider this a bonus for your handso… Sex… Your display of heroism!]

Bang!

Vincent gave the elf a headbutt and broke his nose. He now looked more like his real father. A goblin. His arm that grasped the neck loosened for a moment before he flung him out of the classroom with his 21 points of strength.

<Master is so cool! Oh god, that stupid elf literally shot out like a comet!>

'What's a comet?' Vincent asked

<it's a frozen rock that flies in the dark area of space>

'You mean that place the stars live?'

<…>

<Yes>

<(Why is master so cute! I want to corrupt him, make him a degenerate!>

Madrid slammed through the glass window in the corridor, face first. Shards of glass ripped through his face. Then left him on the ground floundering like a pathetic worm.

He threw him out this way because it was close to the Academi's small fighting stage.

Vincent hopped out the window and placed his hand over the noble's face and healed him fully.

Because the glass was still in his face, it became lodged inside and deformed him as scabs and skin healed over them.

'Silly little boy. He does not know how vicious our cute master can be!' Silvari said with a loud yell. She jumped up and down with passion.