CH 230

Feast for the Feast (1)

It was an obvious provocation.

Sanchez, in a moment of rising anger, unconsciously put his hand on the scabbard.

just to there.

I couldn't draw my sword.

Roman Dmitry looked so calm that he could not feel any momentum, but beyond that, a sharp force stimulated Sanchez's nerves.

it was chris He also had his hand on the scabbard, and instinctively thought that Chris might be faster than he attacked.

gulp.

swallowed dry saliva.

Morales' disciple, Sanchez, had reached the level of three stars, but this sense of threat was a world unfamiliar to him.

' Dmitry's flash was like this.'

heard rumors

A man who was once called Cairo's flash.

There is a handsome blond man who follows Roman Dmitry, and when he pulls out his sword, he decapitates him at a speed that is hard to see with the naked eye.

In the war against Kronos, Chris proved his worth.

With the overwhelming force that cut down enemies in succession, Chris was no longer an unknown person.

but.

The people of Valhalla did not listen to the rumor.

The battlefield, as always, has a tendency to inflate absurd achievements.

Just like the rumors that Roman Dmitry killed Gustavo Knight Commander in one blow through a huge crowd, Chris also thought that he would not fall out of the realm of hypocrisy.

I had no choice but to do so. Cairo was a world that was too small for Valhalla, and the history of the past has said that there can be no existence outside of common sense in Cairo.

By the way.

Now I have accepted the reality in front of me.

In a situation where his mouth was dry even against Chris, Sanchez had no choice but to acknowledge his opponent's skills.

'The rumors were not false. Although it is not certain that Roman Dmitry is truly powerful enough to overwhelm the Gustavo Knights Commander, it cannot be denied that it is a rumor based on facts if his subordinate is at this level. If that's the case, then you're even more incomprehensible. Are you sure that you can defeat Barbossa with your skills, without any political maneuvers?'

Shh.

took his hand

acknowledged the opponent.

However, he did not think that Roman Dmitry was a suitable opponent for Barbosa.

whatever being said.

The festival of Valhalla is only for the warriors of Valhalla.

said Sanchez.

"Don't regret the words you just uttered."

You will find out as soon as you arrive in the capital.

A willingness to accept the challenge.

What kind of result would those remarks bring?

* * *

The capital of Valhalla.

Arrived in Marin.

If Paulo at the entrance of the border felt a bit outdated, Marin was an impressive city with huge walls and Valhalla's unique architectural technique, befitting the status of the empire.

When he entered the capital, the same did not happen again with Paulo.

There were people who came to meet me in advance, and thanks to them, I was able to skip the complicated process and go inside right away.

nice to meet you. My name is Viscount Jonathan, guided by Roman Dmitry."

"This is Roman Dmitry."

Following the instructions, we arrived at the reception room of a huge building presumed to be the place where guests were staying.

Once seated

As I took a sip of the tea the servants had served, Viscount Jonathan asked with a curious expression.

"I heard Roman Dmitry's opinion through Sanchez. You will accept the challenge of the Valhalla warriors to prove you are worthy to face Barbosa. are you okay? I'll keep my mouth shut for a day or so, but if you don't pick up your words here, you'll get in a lot of trouble.

"It's a matter for me to figure out."

"Okay, if that's the case, I can't help it either. However, keep in mind that the warriors of Valhalla want to risk their lives to make it to the stage. To die with God's blessing in Valhalla. It is the lifelong aspiration of warriors, and it is a great blessing if the opponent is Barbosa."

He also drank tea.

Viscount Jonathan smiled and changed the mood at the musty scent of the tea the Valhalla people usually drink.

"Speaking. The festival will be held 3 days from now. As you know, on the eve of the festival there is a festival eve, and Valhalla has a tradition of seeing blood on the eve for a successful festival. The method is simple. The families of the Valhalla Empire select a swordsman representing the family one by one and send them to a confrontation, with a total of 30 warriors fighting simultaneously on a huge stage. There is no surrender. Be the last one, or die. For the remaining warriors as the last victor, the Emperor himself will bestow the blessing of Valhalla."

It was something I was familiar with.

30 warriors.

The last warrior who survived at the cost of 29 deaths was a place where Valhalla's honor was at stake as much as this stage.

"To brighten up the eve, how about having one swordsman under Roman Dmitry-sama participate? For your reference, the swordsmen participating in the 30-man showdown must be people who are not listed in the continent ranking. Swordsmen of that level, don't they need a stage where they can focus on each swordsmanship rather than meticulous warfare? From what I've heard, the character of Dmitry's Flash would be fine... ."

blurred the end of his speech.

The intention was blatant.

They wanted Chris on stage.

before starting the main stage.

Except for Roman Dmitry, Chris, who is called the best swordsman in Dmitry, had a clear intention to kill him in front of everyone.

It was something I had to refuse.

Now that he ventured into Valhalla, he didn't have to risk putting a key force like Chris at risk.

But.

Roman Dmitry smiled.

Facing the opponent's eyes and seeing beyond it, he did not retreat even a single step.

"I will do whatever you want."

"You are cool too. Then, until the day of the eve, rest here in peace Oops."

Viscount Jonathan grinned.

Roman Dmitry.

a militant figure.

I liked it quite a bit, but the price I paid for my pride in Valhalla was my life.

"Since I have spoken to Sanchez, it must be difficult for you to rest. I hope you don't have any special days. Even so, Valhalla has the dignity of the Imperial Family, and Roman Dmitry-sama was difficult to fight against Barbosa, but there must be an unfortunate situation where the opponent changes on the main stage. two days later. I hope to see you again on the eve of the eve, with a smile on your face."

at the end of that word.

Viscount Jonathan stepped outside.

Roman Dmitry remained in the waiting room.

As if the warning that threatened him was nothing, he slowly savored the remaining tea with a relaxed face.

* * *

next day.

It was early morning.

A group of people gathered in front of the dormitory where Roman Dmitry was staying.

"Is Roman Dmitry here?"

"You don't even know the subject. To have gained a little fame on the continent, and to be greedy to stand on the stage overlooked by the god Valhalla. Roman Dmitry doesn't deserve to play against Barbosa. If he collapses without even competing for a few rounds, then the god Valhalla will surely be angry with the poor stage."

yesterday evening.

Sanchez told people what he had seen and heard.

People were, of course, outraged.

Even so, there were many dissatisfaction with Roman Dmitry going on stage, but Roman Dmitry uttered remarks provoking Valhalla's warriors.

What a nonsensical statement this is.

A guy who had only gained fame on the continent for about two years would accept the challenges of the warriors as if it were anything.

Actually.

There was a lot of talk in Valhalla about this issue.

People raised their voices and demanded that the imperial family reconsider their choice, but when they answered that it was impossible, there was nothing they could do about it.

Kronos and Valhalla.

Both empires were countries in which the imperial family dominated the overwhelming power, and when the Valhalla imperial family told them to see and judge for themselves, they had no choice but to believe and follow.

The anger that was barely suppressed.

Roman Dmitry Touched

From now on, even if the Valhalla imperial family discouraged them, they were going to see the end.

bang bang!

"Roman Dmitry, come out!"

"I'm here to challenge you the way you want. Come out now and take my sword!"

People raised their voices.

Hundreds of people.

The procession did not end there.

People with urgent personalities flocked to it at a time when the sun wasn't up yet, but as time went on, the number of people flocked to it was increasing.

Not all of them were strong enough to face Roman Dmitry.

However, as a warrior of Valhalla, he could not watch Roman Dmitry go wild.

Ugh.

"It's Bartolo."

"Bartolo is here!"

people murmured

After breaking through the crowd, a strong man called Bartolo stepped forward.

Ranked 89th in Valhalla.

Bartolo was listed in the Valhalla rankings.

If it was true that Roman Dmitry defeated the Gustavo Knights Commander, then Bartolo, who had only 4 stars, could not be Roman Dmitry's opponent.

Still, Bartolo showed no sign of doubting himself.

Like other Valhalla people. He did not believe the rumors of Roman Dmitry.

in the war with Hector.

Roman Dmitry faced off against Butler.

However, a year later, the rumors that Count Nicholas was defeated and the commander of the Knights Gustavo were defeated with one blow did not make sense.

Bartolo raised his voice.

"Roman Dmitry! This Bartolo will deal with you!"

That moment.

squeaky.

The door opened.

People with ugly eyes.

Finally, Roman Dmitry appeared.

* * *

Roman Dmitry's reaction was blunt.

Despite the sight of the crowd gathered around him, he walked forward as if nothing special, far from being surprised.

stand tall.

stopped walking.

And then.

"There is only one day left until the eve. From now on, I will accept all of you challenges until the end of the day."

The possibility of defeat was ruled out.

People were angry.

They spit on the floor, swear words, and show animosity towards Roman Dmitry, who still holds his head stiff.

Why are you being so arrogant? People's eyes naturally turned to Bartolo, who said he would deal with it first.

By the way.

' Roman Dmitry's momentum is unusual.'

from the moment we first met.

Bartolo read the opponent's momentum.

Even without revealing it, Roman Dmitry showed the intangible power to overwhelm the opponent with just his gaze.

Rather, it was a momentum that ordinary people could not understand.

As there is a saying that you can see as much as you know, Bartolo, who entered the Valhalla ranking in his own way, knew that Roman Dmitry was stronger than he thought.

However.

However, I had no intention of leaving.

Bartolo stepped forward with a ferocious face.

"I'll deal with you."

widely.

picked up a weapon

Aiming a giant ax at the opponent, he slowly circled around Roman Dmitry.

The fight has already begun.

Unlike the size that overwhelms the opponent, Bartolo carefully grasped the situation.

'I heard that, according to Sanchez, Roman Dmitry had already had a fight in Paulo before arriving at Marin. You said you slapped your cheeks until you succumb to the savages. Roman Dmitry. You can't expect the same result as Paulo on this Marine. Even if I lose to you. In the face of any violence, words of acknowledgment of defeat cannot come out of this Bartolo's mouth.'

His sharp eyes lit up.

people are watching

Like those who were outraged by Roman Dmitry's news, he had no intention of going past the matter.

Moment.

kicked the ground

In response to the opponent's lukewarm reaction, he decided that attacking first was an opportunity.

Quiet rumble.

Explosive aura.

Bartolo's charge was quick.

Contrary to its huge size, the sharp movements that were honed on the battlefield narrowed the distance with the opponent at once.

Valhalla ranker.

true warrior.

Such is the bloodline of a warrior that people do not spare praise for.

poof.

staggered

With the blood splattered in the air, Bartolo looked at Roman Dmitry with a look of disbelief.

beyond the fading consciousness.

next.

Roman Dmitry's cold voice was heard.