The Escort Knight Who Is Being Obsessed Over by the Villainess Wants To Run Away

4. Boys grow up fighting (2)

As soon as Gawain dropped his glove, Richard rushed in.

He approached at once and swung his sword.

Argon raised his shield to block it.

Boom! And it sounded like it was hit with a blunt instrument.

It was a sound that could not be produced by hitting it with a sword blade.

Richard held his sword upside down.

He grabbed the blade and struck the shield with the cross guard on top of his handle.

‘Murder Stroke?’

It is one of the secondary characteristics of swordsmanship.

In order to deal with hard armaments, holding the sword upside down and using the handle like a blunt weapon.

When I read the description of the game, I just thought it was like that.

That’s right, because I don’t actually wield a sword.

In real life, the feeling is different.

‘I can see why I have to write it like that.’

If you hit the shield with your sword, there will be no damage.

On the other hand, if you focus on the cross guard, you can hit hard shields or armor.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

Richard swung his sword in quick succession.

Like a pickaxe.

Argon couldn’t even dare to fight back.

Even if it was difficult to block, he wrinkled his face every time he defended.

Richard said nothing.

He just swings his sword relentlessly.

A subtle madness could be seen in his faint smile.

‘Lion’s Knight…. It’s been like this ever since.’

“Huh!”

Argon barely escaped the blow with all his might.

He swung his sword straight away.

But Richard struck the side of the sword with his one hand and pushed it away.

‘… Is it crazy?’

No matter how sharp the blade is, it’s a training sword, but to cut the weapon with bare hands.

Even when Richard was later called the Lion’s Knight, he was like that.

I just thought it was amazing, but after holding a weapon myself, I can understand it.

Are you blocking a weapon from being swung with your bare hands? That’s crazy

Richard stabbed his two-handed sword with just one hand.

Which gap did you fix it?

Argon stabbed him in the shoulder and stepped back.

As soon as he straightened up again and raised his shield, Richard grabbed the shield with his hand and threw it down.

“What… !”

Embarrassed, Argon hurriedly swung his sword.

‘It’s over.’

Collapsed center of gravity.

A reckless counterattack that does not consider the opponent’s reaction.

There was nothing more to see.

As expected, the ending came in an instant.

Richard immediately corrected his posture.

The posture of holding the handle and blade of the sword.

‘Half-swording.’

As it were, I managed to beat Argon’s clumsy attack.

Afterwards, I stabbed Argon in the face with the pom-mello attached to the end of his handle, knocked him down, and stabbed Argon with his sword.

“Stop.”

Gawain declared the end of the match.

The falling sword stopped right in front of Argon’s throat.

“End the confrontation. The winner is Richard.”

The crowd’s reaction was insignificant.

It’s not that there aren’t any cheers, but it’s because the outcome was so obvious from the start.

That’s right.

That’s exactly the reaction.

“Argon. As a loser, fulfill the demands of the winner.”

“… ….”

Argon stood up helplessly.

He looked back and forth between me and Richard.

He hesitates, then slowly bends down.

It went down so that the top of the head could be seen.

“… Sorry.”

Argon said in a low voice.

“Uh woo woo-. Not funny!”

He paid no attention to the booing of the crowd.

I stayed like that for a while with my back bent.

“… Tsk.”

Richard clicked her tongue and stood with the tip of her sword on the floor.

“You just need to kneel down and receive me. Hey, Judas.”

“Yes.”

Richard said, scratching the back of his head.

“I’m sorry. I feel like I did something wrong.”

Looking at this now, it’s quite remote.

‘I thought of me and made this fight, but I’m sorry that I forced you to apologize.’

There are so many things to be sorry about.

“I am fine.”

“Yes….”

Even after Richard stepped back, Argon did not straighten his bent back.

What are you thinking?

In the meantime, Gawain sorted out the situation.

“You may have seen several court battles so far, but it will be the first time that novices fight with sincerity like Judas and Lindel did today. You need to remember the confrontation between the two.”

The excitement gradually subsided.

It was training time again before I knew it.

It was an enjoyable confrontation manual just by looking at it, so everyone was quite focused.

“In the case of Lindell, he was overexcited. She was swept away by the reactions around her. Judas, on the other hand, remained calm throughout. She pulled her opponent with her own flow and eventually won. Some of you may have laughed at the confrontation between these two.”

A few people flinched.

“But keep in mind. There is no law that your next real battle will not be like this. An escort knight is not a soldier who stands on the battlefield with formality. It must be a tool that is ready to lay down its life for its master anytime, anywhere. You must not be swayed by circumstances and circumstances. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

Then Gawain mentioned Lindel a few more times.

Mostly, I was praised, and Lindell was pointed out as a lacking part.

Next it was Richard and Argon’s turn, but they didn’t have much to say.

Because it was an overwhelming game.

Argon had a firm expression throughout the conversation.

It wasn’t that he was displeased.

It was an expression of determination.

Lindel did the same.

“Then, I will continue training in the afternoon. And you.”

Gawain came out and pointed at Richard, Lindell and Argon.

“The four of you will take a break after receiving treatment and have a separate time to receive advice.”

“Okay.”

Richard grinned as he approached me.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s worth holding on.”

“Baby. Are you male?”

“Are you okay, senior?”

“Me? There is nowhere to be hit.”

“… Ah.”

That’s great.

I didn’t pass the 5th exam at my age for nothing.

I don’t know what the 5th exam is.

Trumbling.

The footsteps are subtly mixed.

Richard glared back.

I glanced over there too.

Lindel and Argon, who had been following, hesitated.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“… No.”

“Not really….”

I walked all the way in a somewhat awkward state.

I arrived at the health room and went back after receiving a brief treatment.

The training went smoothly.

There has been no special incident since then.

Every break in the middle, several people greeted me.

A friendly greeting.

I wonder if he was impressed by my match.

Seeing as all the faces I don’t know, they are all from other rooms.

I gave a moderate greeting and looked around.

‘If you have an ally, you will have an enemy.’

As expected.

The eyes that looked at me disapprovingly increased.

It’s too expensive.

I accepted the inevitable.

I chose it, but is there any special?

However, I am more concerned about other things than that.

The candidates who use Room 13.

The factions, centered on Richard and Argon, are more sharply divided than before.

‘This is a bit difficult.’

Still, these are the kids I will be living with from now on.

You didn’t do anything over the line to me, so it would be nice to have a good time.

[‘Yesterday’s enemies, today’s allies’ updated. Proceeding….]

Time passed with only questions embracing.

Afternoon training went smoothly.

*

Dinner time.

At the restaurant, we ate between Richard and Dylan.

Stuffy bread is the standard for the usual soup.

Dinner is more hearty, and comes with salted meat.

Tough and dirty weave.

‘If I continue to eat like this, I don’t know if muscle growth will work properly.’

Is the food cost allotted to the candidates low?

Or is there corruption here too?

Anyway, it’s troublesome if it’s like this.

It’s a growing season when you have to dig up the soil….

“You don’t understand? Why is it said that the best defense is offense? If you wield it at random, how are you going to fight back?”

Richard argued.

“That is only possible when the difference in skill is overwhelming. Or what if your opponent is good at reading numbers? What if you predicted that you would block it with your arm and hit it with all your might?”

Dylan retorted.

The two were talking about the confrontation between Richard and Argon earlier.

“That’s how I lost last time….”

“Uh huh. Take a look at this Who wants to talk about it then?”

“But the truth….”

“Close your mouth and eat some bread.”

“How do you eat bread with your mouth closed?”

“I will do it. Give me that bread and wait for my mouth.”

Richard, who tried to slap Dylan’s mouth with hard bread, and Dylan, who didn’t want the bread taken away, fought each other.

In the meantime, I quietly chewed the tough meat.

I keep worrying about my diet, but someone sits in front of me.

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The two arguing looked over there.

Lindel, Argon.

And a couple of people hanging out with them and glancing at me.

“What is it?”

Richard asked curtly.

Lindel’s eyes seemed to be in trouble as she rolled around.

“What? Can’t you hear me?”

Argon stepped forward.

It’s a determined expression.

He bowed, and Lindel followed suit.

Others who came with me did the same.

“… Sorry. Judah.”

It was Lindel’s voice.

“I’ll be honest. It’s true that he hit me hard during morning training. So, I….”

The speaking voice trembled slightly.

Richard and Dylan, who had been arguing, looked up at him with surprised faces.

I waited without haste.

“… Came in before you I know it’s only 3 months. I know, but I’m older than you. But I’m especially… I don’t know how to do anything. There is no recognition from others…. So, just, that…. I took my anger out on you.”

In the end, Lindel shed tears.

It was an open confession.

I almost laughed without realizing it.

‘After all, they’re kids.’

There is only one thing I asked for in the trial confrontation.

Acknowledging reality.

It’s not something that can be forced, and even after winning, I didn’t force it.

However, Lindell eventually admitted the reality.

It is very difficult to face oneself.

There are many people who know but do not know.

How many people struggle with self-justification even after getting old?

It’s even very commendable that a young guy talks so frankly.

“Yai. Why are they like this?”

Richard wiped his arm as if he couldn’t stand the situation.

As if chicken skin had sprouted.

Dylan, on the other hand, nodded his head in satisfaction with a moved expression.

He also secretly has a corner like an old friend.

Afterward, Argon also admitted his mistake and repented.

The same goes for the kids who came with me.

He said honestly that he was jealous because he didn’t want to look like me, who had only been in for a few days.

‘Looks like Lindell and Argon stepped up and persuaded the kids.’

“… This is the reality I acknowledged. Sorry. Judah.”

At that time, a notification arrived.

[You have completed ‘Yesterday’s Enemies, Today’s Allies’.]

[Results exceeding expectations. Compensation calculation will take some time.]

I forgot my words for a moment, then I smiled.

Boys usually become friends while fighting.

“Have you eaten?”

My question must have come out of the blue, so Lindell stuttered her words in embarrassment.

“Huh? Uh, what, no? Yet….”

“Then bring it and eat it together.”

In fact, it was the same as accepting an apology.

The kids including Lindel and Argon were a beat late in understanding.

I realized it belatedly and left in a hurry to get bread and soup.

Looking at them, Richard shook his head.

“Who is the senior and who is the junior.”

“Let’s pretend I’m a dignified junior.”

“You have to be sorry for your child.”

… While loving the map. He’s like an old man sometimes.

Afterward, Lindel and Argon’s party took bread and soup and sat across from each other hesitantly.

Richard clicked his tongue and said.

“If you continue to be in such a difficult situation, what will Judas be who has forgiven you?”

At that, I just laughed awkwardly.

I’ve been doing this kid and that kid until morning, but now it’s hard to be friendly.

“From now on, let’s live comfortably. It’s a good day, so let’s share the remaining cookies with everyone.”

Dylan objected.

“That’s not something that can be decided that way. Above all, the opinion of Judas brought….”

“Shouldn’t you give Judas three times as much as everyone else?”

“I am satisfied.”

A fairly friendly mealtime continued, with Richard teasing Dylan, who was having trouble.

It was awkward, but the conversation started quickly.

“But, Judas. Isn’t it the first time you’ve fought?”

Richard asked as he chewed his bread.

Lindell looked at me with her eyes shining.

It’s not just him, there are quite a few curious ones.

I looked around moderately.

“Just. We fought a few times before coming here.”

“… Sorry. I asked something.”

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

‘What is it?’

Ah. I realized that I was a sold slave.

It seems to imagine that he has a very strange and storied past.

It’s not that much, but it’s a strange atmosphere to deny that it’s not, so I laughed awkwardly.

“Judas.”

As I was scraping off the leftover soup, Dylan called in a hint.

“Thanks to you, I got to see how we all get along well together. Thanks. It’s what I have to do….”

It was as he said.

A large rectangular dining table in a dining room.

All 20 people in Room 13 sat down and ate while talking.

It wasn’t a bad atmosphere.

“Nothing.”

*

Most of the way back was together.

Dylan, Richard, Lindell, Argon, etc.

Even me caught in the middle.

Rindel next to me asked cautiously.

“By the way, is the stabbed okay?”

“I can hold on. But you are a senior….”

I was only stabbed a few times in the leg.

But he… He was hit in the face with a shield.

“Oh, what. It’s cheap considering the price I learned today. hahahaha.”

Looking at it now, Nucksal is pretty good.

While talking about this and that, I had other thoughts for a while.

‘Hidden Questra.’

There are two quests in this game.

The main quest, called ‘destiny’, determined for each playable character.

Other than that, all other stories are treated as hidden quests.

You will be notified only after you have found or completed it.

Then, a question arises.

‘Is there a main quest for a person named Judas?’

It may or may not be a playable character.

I don’t know.

Lindel, who was talking with a smile, stood tall.

A hard expression stares somewhere over my shoulder.

The others also stand still and stiffen one by one.

‘… No way.’

There is only one reason they do this.

She turned her head in the same direction.

I went back, slowly creaking out of anxiety.

Away, Elijah was there.

She is wearing the same light blue dress as the one I saw this morning.

She stared this way, blinking her eyes as if seeing something odd.

“Meet Miss Elijah.”

I bowed quickly and said hello.

The personnel from Room 13, who were with me, also followed suit and bowed.

Turb, tumble.

Elijah has come.

I see cute black shoes.

Shoes made of shiny leather.

Something grabbed my chin.

Soft, warm, and small hands.

It was Elijah’s hand.

Her chin lifted.

I politely made eye contact with her.

Elijah tilted her head and looked at me, then smiled.

“How can we show such an interesting image every time? Are you doing this on purpose?”

Why again this time….

What did I do?

Elijah looked around while holding my chin.

Every time her gaze met, the candidates shrank and bowed her head deeper.

Elijah’s gaze stayed on one person for a long time.

Judging from the direction, it seems to be Lindel.

“… It’s fun.”

She looked at me again and smiled.

“Follow me.”

She let go of her chin and walked somewhere.

I couldn’t help but follow her and glanced behind her.

I can still see the candidate in the same room with his back bent.

Richard raised his fist.

Does it mean cheer up?

I looked ahead again and followed Elijah’s rustle of her dark hair.

*

This is the drawing room I always come to.

“Sit down.”

Elijah gave the order and sat down on her chair first.

‘… Should I sit on the floor?’

Looking at me worried, Elijah shook his head with a smile as if he couldn’t stop it.

“You can sit in the chair.”

“Thank you.”

I quickly sat down on a chair.

Today, like the last time, tea and refreshments are prepared.

“Why don’t you eat?”

I’m also noticing.

I don’t eat without thinking every time I come.

“Don’t notice and eat.”

But if you allow it, it’s a different story.

I gladly reached out for tea and sweets.

Elijah still watched me curiously.

“Listen while eating. I have a question for you.”

You must know more than me.

What is the question you need to ask me?

“Can the concept of enemy and friend coexist?”

“… Yes?”

Is it a mystery?

What kind of answer do you want to hear?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand the lady’s intentions with my lack of brain.”

“Really? That’s interesting. Usually, if you don’t have enough brains, you can’t even fathom the other person’s intentions.”

“… ….”

“Then let’s change the question.”

Elijah put his chin on her chin and smiled.

It’s a friendly smile as if it were painted.

However, she could feel the cool thorns sprouting from within.

“What would you do if I became your enemy?”

“Yes… ?”

“Or not. If you become my enemy, then what will I do?”

This is a familiar way of speaking.

A way of speaking that brings out a topic by asking the other person a question in reverse, rather than bringing out what he wants himself.

I’ve been through such a boring experience.

So, I knew right away what Elijah was asking.

‘Is that what happened today? I unintentionally piqued my interest again….’

This question is an extension of interest and a test.

How should I answer?

After calmly organizing her thoughts, she opened her mouth.

Elijah listened to my story with a faint smile.