Chapter 440 - 201

"I heard Lord Breston's son has already expressed his intention to compete."

As Maxi descended a flight of stairs, flanked by her guards, this snippet of conversation reached her from the direction of the pavilion. Intrigued, she paused to listen.

"What of the Remdragon Knights? Surely, Sir Riftan is entering as well."

"Of course! He was the first to declare his participation. His entry alone has caused many lesser contenders to withdraw."

A young lady from Wedon leaped up from her seat, her voice brimming with admiration. "Without Sir Riftan, the tournament might have dragged on till next year. I bet the other participants already see him as Ascalon's new master."

"That's not a certainty," a fair-haired noblewoman, likely from the North, interjected with a smirk. "The commander of the Knights of Phil Aaron is said to be an even greater warrior than his father, Sir Geyhart Breston. And we cannot forget Sir Sejuleu Aren of the Bolose Royal Knights."

This elicited a loud snort from Riftan's admirer. "Sir Sejuleu has already lost to Sir Riftan! And Sir Richard Breston has not even been honored with the title of Wigrew's reincarnation."

"You seem to be misinformed. Rosem Wigrew's name is given to knights who have made great contributions to the peace of the Seven Kingdoms. Having the title does not equate to being the greatest knight."

"Goodness, I believe it is you who is misinformed. To become Rosem Wigrew, one needs a meritorious deed recognized by all and must demonstrate remarkable capabilities! No knight can claim the title of Wigrew's reincarnation without the recognition of his peers."Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

"Even so, the title does not make someone the strongest knight. Sir Richard may not have earned distinction from the Council yet, but when it comes to swordsmanship alone, it's hard to say-"

Having listened silently, Maxi suddenly turned and walked away. The chatter of Balto's nobles, rooting for their kingdom's knight, only fueled her anxiety.

She circled the palace, heading to the annex where the Knights were lodged. In a vacant lot in front of the building, the younger members sparred with wooden swords. After glancing around, Maxi swiftly crossed the lot toward the Remdragon Knights, who were congregated by the kitchen.

Ulyseon was the first to notice her, exclaiming cheerfully, "My lady!"

This drew a multitude of eyes to Maxi. Ignoring the curious stares, she approached the knights and, without any formalities, asked impatiently, "Where is Riftan?"

Gabel frowned slightly and responded as he oiled his sword. "He is with His Majesty again. Apparently, he was taken aback by the pope's announcement and summoned the commander early this morning to reprimand him. He was quite upset that Sir Rifftan joined the tournament without his consent."

"It's this kind of baseless expectation that's the problem!" Ruth exclaimed, his face flushing with frustration at Ulyseon's optimism. "Sir Riftan has already saved the Roviden Continent from numerous crises. Why must he prove himself again in front of everyone? Do not make him shoulder such a burden."

Ulyseon winced, sealing his lips shut. After casting a warning glance at the knights, Ruth strode away. Maxi hurried after him.

"Why did Riftan decide to compete?" she asked. "From what you said...it seems he has nothing to gain and much to lose."

"He likely didn't want Ascalon to fall into the hands of the opposition," Ruth explained. "It's one thing if Sir Sejuleu wins it, but if Richard Breston claims the sword, all our efforts might be undone."

"Do you mean Richard Breston...could defeat Sir Sejuleu?" Maxi asked, her expression turning bleak.

"In pure combat skill, they are nearly equal."

Maxi's eyes widened. Though she had witnessed the northerner's prowess in battle, she had not imagined him a match for Wigrew's reincarnation.

"The Baltonians inherited the strength of the ancient giants," Ruth said with a sigh. "The House of Breston, with their strong seraphim lineage, is particularly formidable. In sheer strength, he would not be defeated by any of Wigrew's reincarnations."

"B-But...!" Maxi cried out, struggling to accept this. "Hasn't Riftan been able to subdue that beastly man many times?"

"That's because Sir Riftan's skills surpass even the reincarnations," Ruth replied flatly. "With Sir Riftan being well aware of this, he must have felt his involvement was crucial to prevent the worst-case scenario."

Despite Ruth's confidence in Riftan's victory, Maxi could not shake her worry. Richard Breston would surely come at her husband with everything he had. The image of the northerner swinging a massive sword in one hand made her shiver.

What if Riftan got injured despite his skills? Her husband faced a veritable beast in human clothing, one capable of resorting to underhanded tactics.

Anxiously gnawing her lip, Maxi put a stop to her spiraling thoughts. A tournament was not a battlefield. Riftan would receive prompt treatment if he were to get injured. The true challenge, as Ruth had pointed out, lay in the aftermath. The disappointment in the stadium would be palpable if Riftan returned Ascalon to the pope untouched.

But if he were to touch it..

Maxi bit her lip. The truth was, she was more afraid of the sword becoming whole.