Chapter 473

My Villains Episode 473

66. The Silver Prince (28)

What I realized through countless battles is that knights wear their gear pretty badly.

Of course, this is not to say that the pure skills of the knights are lousy. Even among the knights, those who are quite outstanding show off their skills by jumping more than 2 meters while wearing heavy armor, swinging a two-handed sword to cut the rider and horse at once, and pouring out four or five sword strikes in one breath. Looking at that, there is no doubt that among the knights, those called sword masters are superhumans with skills beyond common sense.

But at least they are pure humans.

It’s not like I was born with a legendary lineage, like Utequai, it’s not blessed by God, and it doesn’t borrow power from the other world like Atalanta. They were pure humans who did not know how to handle even a handful of magical powers, having honed their bodies and skills over decades.

These limitations are so obvious that if you compare sword masters to me based on pure physical abilities, I can’t compete with you. They are warriors who can lift a heavily armored soldier with one hand, but I can do the same with a huge warhorse.

Gumbaek Tuacello was no exception. His muscular strength, endurance, agility, coordination, etc. were clearly far above the human average, but it did not mean that he was threatening to me.

If it wasn’t for the anti-magic field installed by King Ruilix II’s court wizard, the flow of sparring might have changed a bit. As Geombaek is an aide to the emperor, he is wrapped around precious and powerful magical tools, so if all of them were fully utilized, his overall combat power would have increased at least twice, maybe four or five times.

Well, that wouldn’t have changed the outcome. My equipment is also formidable, and sealing blood magic is a stronger penalty than magic tool restrictions.

While reviewing the sparring in my mind, I raised my head to the sound of applause from the podium.

“...Good. Great.”

I couldn’t even see my vassal lying down next to me, but King Ruilix II looked very satisfied.

“No, more than that. Should I say I’m impressed... Anyway, I was impressed. Thanks to you, my eyes are good.”

By the time the emperor said that, Geombaek, who had fallen down, gasped, swallowed his breath, and stood up.

“This is uh. how.” Fortunately for him, it didn’t take long to figure out the situation.

“Chi-it-”

Perhaps realizing that she passed out after being hit by my sword, Tuaselo swallowed her exasperated breath and stood up. He hurriedly lowered his castle, then lowered his head and let out a sigh.

“...Is that last one Sir Grimmons’ technique?”

“and. You have good eyesight.”

“How could that be? No matter how retired he may be, the one who was the guardian of the empire passed on the secret technique of the school to the enemy?”

I shrugged my shoulders and replied to the astonished Geombaek.

“I haven’t been taught.”

“Why didn’t you just admit it with your mouth!”

“It’s true that it was Grandpa Grimons’ technique, but that old man didn’t teach it. I just learned it myself.”

“what?”

Geombaek, who opened his face shield and showed a bewildered expression, soon shut his mouth.

Although he had apparently been hit quite hard by the black ice, there were no bruises or cuts to be seen. It seems that the body is stronger than expected or the helmet is a very proper item. Of course it could be both.

“...stolen crab. As if you just stole Cavalli’s secret weapon.”

“I even stole something again. It’s not really a great secret, but it’s something you can follow at a glance.”

Besides, isn’t the opponent another sword master? It also has the cool nickname of ‘The Dragon Slayer’.

“It was really sad. I was just trying to get a little better now.”

To my shame, Geombaek gritted his teeth until his lips became white.

“If that’s what Lord Home means.”

King Ruilix II stroked his beard under his veil, Prince Ulkar cupped his golden brow again, and Guardian Sir Fabio gleamed dimly in his hollow eyes.

Lastly, Camos, who had a childish and naive face unlike the muscular giant, tried to swallow a smile while puffing out his chest.

Camos strode into the arena carrying a huge sword half a hand shorter than his height.

The moment I faced him at a distance of about 8-9 meters. I felt a strange sense of discomfort.

what?

Suddenly, all the senses in my body were on edge with a strange feeling. I straightened my grip on the black ice and looked straight into the eyes of my opponent.

Where did the clumsy look he showed a while ago go? Camos was raising his spirits with an expressionless face. He was no longer a simple country youth. He was a warrior who knew how to hold his breath before hunting with a size comparable to that of Utequai.

The intimidation was unexpectedly great, but I had experience dealing with all kinds of huge monsters such as trolls and ogres. There was no way he could be intimidated by his size.

Within 30 seconds of the confrontation, I realized why I felt uncomfortable.

“What the fuck.”

When a knight adorned with magic tools enters the half-magic area, his momentum is bound to diminish. It is natural to say that as magic tools lose their effectiveness and physical abilities decrease, the force felt through instinct or the sense of intimidation also tends to shrink.

Swordback Tuaselo did just that, and Hopeken, who had activated the magic tool of anti-magic power during the past battle, did that.

“But why.”

However, the large young man standing in front of him did not feel any such change.

“Hueup”

Camos took a small breath while I narrowed my eyes in confusion. At about the same time, he flew like a rock fired by a catapult.

Instinctively, I lifted the black ice

– a huge lump of iron, confused whether it was a

sword

or a pillar, cut through the air like a whip. The moment the greatsword and the black ice met, a roar close to a shock wave exploded.

“G-wok-chew”

I rolled backwards about a couple of times in an instant and raised my body as if bouncing.

Goooung-

At that moment, Camos’s greatsword rushed right in front of me and I twisted my back desperately. The lump of iron, resembling a thick column, drew a horizontal line with terrifying momentum and then plunged down as if defying the laws of physics.

“Sir, this is a totally crazy color-”

Kwaaang!