The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 134
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Chapter 134 51. Countless Handshake Requests (2)
‘These guys had connections with Sir Claire Cambahita!’
It was hard to accept.
What was the reason he participated in this event instead of the Rodizia Royal Palace Ball?
It was precisely to act without having to be mindful of others. If it was a ball that even wealthy commoners could participate in, he could act however he wanted without any trouble.
That’s why he hadn’t predicted the current situation at all.
Who could have imagined there would be people here with connections to a Sword Master?
They didn’t seem to be just casual acquaintances either. Claire Cambahita’s eyes were filled with warmth.
Her appearance, as if looking at a cherished junior, surprised not only the Crown Prince but others as well.
“It seems like she came to see those people?”
“Who on earth are they? They look like outsiders… Knight Cambahita came to show her face personally.”
“Since she called them ‘Sir,’ are they apprentice knights?”
“No, what kind of tremendous talent must they have to be called ‘Sir’ by a Sword Master at that age?”
Hearing the murmuring around them, Tania’s face turned red.
She felt embarrassed and ashamed.
She wasn’t a real knight yet. At most, she was just a prospective graduate of the Knight’s Academy.
Receiving such treatment from Claire Cambahita was too burdensome. She said with a flustered expression.
“It’s an honor to see you again, Sword Master Claire Cambahita. I’m still someone who hasn’t even graduated from the Academy, so the title ‘Sir’ is extremely burdensome.”
“It’s an honor, Claire Cambahita.”
Lumian also offered a formal greeting.
Claire smiled gently at this and said while looking at Tania.
“Burdensome? Excessive modesty can also be discourteous, Sir Tania.”
“But, but…”
“You are a proper Sword Expert. If someone who has reached such a level cannot receive knightly treatment, then who could be called a knight?”
“…”
“Have confidence in yourself. You two are already knights. Fine knights that no one can find fault with.”
Claire Cambahita’s words spread throughout the hall.
Her voice wasn’t loud, but no one failed to hear it. It was natural since everyone’s attention had been focused on them from the moment of her entrance.
People all wore shocked expressions and uttered words one by one.
“What? Expert?”
“Already an Expert? She doesn’t even look twenty yet?”
“Ah, could it be that person? From the Kingdom of Tarasan, that…”
“Right! Tania Eloise! That was the name. They said the youngest Expert on the continent was born…”
“The youngest? How old is she?”
“They say 16 years old?”
“What? 16 years old?”
Reactions of disbelief erupted from various places.
But they had no choice but to believe it.
How could they dare doubt the words of Claire Cambahita, one of the knights representing Rhodesia?
Everyone soon nodded their heads. And they looked at Tania with envious eyes.
Of course, there was someone who couldn’t do that.
It was the Crown Prince of the Count of Priden from the Kingdom of Cairo.
‘Crazy, Tania Eloise? The youngest Expert?’
His mind snapped to attention. The effects of alcohol disappeared completely in an instant.
He too had recently heard about the Swordsmanship Competition that took place in the Kingdom of Tarasan.
The story of how a genius knight cadet from the Kingdom of Tarasan defeated a prodigy from the Kingdom of Jenas to claim victory. They even said she broke Knight King Philip III’s record.
However, he hadn’t been very interested.
Whether the youngest Expert on the continent appeared or not had nothing to do with him. It wasn’t like he would ever meet such a person anyway.
He just needed to chase women.
All he had to do was carefully choose places that suited his level, play around with people who couldn’t go against his background, and spend his whole life enjoying himself.
Right. That would have been enough.
That’s how it should have been…
‘Damn it… To suffer humiliation in such an unexpected place…’
The Crown Prince bit his lower lip. Blood was seeping into his mouth, but he was in such an anxious state that he didn’t realize this fact.
What should he do?
Should he apologize? Would that work?
After Sir Cambahita left, if he politely showed respect and displayed remorse for his mistakes… could he smooth over what just happened?
It was while he was having such thoughts.
The hall became noisy once again. The startled Crown Prince turned his head.
Another person wearing knight’s uniform was approaching his direction, no, toward Lumian and Tania.
‘Damn it, who is it this time!’
His question was quickly resolved.
Claire Cambahita bowed her head respectfully. And she said.
“Knight Claire Cambahita greets the Commander of the Frostwind Knight Order.”
“Hmm. It feels strange to receive greetings in a place that’s not the training grounds.”
“…”
‘Even the Commander of the Frostwind Knight Order!’
The Frostwind Knight Order was considered one of the strongest forces alongside Rhodesia’s proud Red Rose Knight Order.
The Commander was also an extraordinary person. Sara Lesherre, who held the title ‘Eternal Snow,’ was a tremendous powerhouse counted among the top ten on the continent. It meant she was of a different class even among Sword Masters.
The Crown Prince felt his mind becoming dizzy.
“But what brings you here? Didn’t you detest ballrooms?”
“Well, that’s right. It’s better to swing a sword one more time instead of spending time dancing. Dresses are uncomfortable too.”
Sara Lesherre, Commander of the Frostwind Knight Order, said.
Her voice was dry and her expression was completely blank.
She looked as if she was angry, but this was her usual demeanor. The title ‘Eternal Snow’ wasn’t given for nothing.
However, even Sara Lesherre smiled brightly in front of Tania and Lumian.
She continued speaking.
“But I couldn’t just pass by when the talents who will be responsible for the continent’s future visited Rhodesia. Nice to meet you. I’m Sara Lesherre, serving as Commander of the Frostwind Knight Order.”
“Ta, Tania Eloise. It’s an honor!”
“I’m Lumian Calard, Commander.”
“Shall we shake hands to commemorate our meeting?”
Sara Lesherre extended her hand with a smile that was both refreshing and fierce-looking.
Tania also hurriedly extended her hand. Lumian waited for his turn and thought.
‘This person also seems to want to verify our skills.’
It was exactly the same as John Macart and Claire Cambahita during the Swordsmanship Competition.
Lumian sighed slightly and adjusted his aura appropriately before shaking hands. Unless it was the Knight King or Sinseeo and a few others, he didn’t want to reveal his true abilities yet.
Of course, even his controlled level was more than enough to satisfy Sara Lesherre’s expectations.
She nodded and said.
“Indeed, remarkable.”
“Thank you.”
“To think that two geniuses of a level that’s hard to produce even one on the continent would emerge from a single kingdom. I’m envious to the point of being unbearable.”
“We still have many shortcomings.”
Ordinary praise, and appropriate modesty.
It wasn’t a particularly special scene. However, people’s reactions were beyond imagination.
That was because Sara Lesherre was originally strict in her evaluation of people. She was especially famous for only giving harsh criticism and reprimands to young knights.
If such a person said she envied Tarasan, just how tremendous talent must they possess?
“What on earth?”
“Two geniuses? Not just one?”
“Who is that young man? The woman next to him is an Expert, so such praise is understandable, but…”
“Could it be that young man is also an Expert? No, that would be impossible, right?”
“But if the Commander of the Blizzard Knight Order would say such things…”
Everyone’s attention instantly focused on Lumian. Their undisguised curiosity was palpable.
Receiving such gazes, Lumian inwardly sighed.
And then.
Once again, Rodizia’s famous figures began to make their appearance.
And in droves at that.
“High Knight Sir Emma Rivun is entering!”
“High Knight Sir Mago Rerouge is entering!”
“High Knight Sir Ainz Roze is entering!”
“Sword Master Sir Elena Martin is entering!”
“…”
Lumian’s expression hardened stiffly.
Without exception, they were all wearing knight uniforms instead of dresses. Not a hint of intention to enjoy the festival could be felt.
Nevertheless, the reason they showed up here was obvious. They wanted to observe him and Tania.
‘Troublesome people…’
Lumian sighed inwardly.
He simply wanted to spend a pleasant time with Tania.
He never wanted an uncomfortable encounter with these aunt and grandmother knights.
More than anything, because of these people, he felt self-conscious about dealing with that rude bastard who had picked a fight with Tania.
‘Even if not beating him up, I wanted to properly educate him.’
Of course, if he casually mentioned the earlier incident to these aunts, it would be proper revenge, but that wouldn’t be enough to cool his anger.
He wanted to scold him personally. He wanted to crush him directly.
With such thoughts, Lumian turned his head toward where that bastard had been.
‘Huh?’
He wasn’t there.
He hurriedly looked around. In the distance, he spotted the Crown Prince and his escort knight already trying to leave the ballroom.
‘I can’t just let them go!’
His eyes blazing with fire, Lumian looked at the Commander of the Blizzard Knight Order and said.
“Lady Lesherre.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, but something really urgent has come up and I need to step away for a moment.”
“Hmm?”
Words that were closer to a notification than a request for permission.
Considering their respective positions, it could perhaps be considered a rude statement.
However, Sara Lesherre couldn’t say anything.
The enormous anger contained in Lumian’s face.
And the terrifying pressure that made even her tense for a moment.
Her eyes widened slightly. She gulped and unconsciously nodded her head.
“Thank you.”
Whoosh!
As soon as permission was granted, Lumian moved his body.
It was a terrifying speed. Movement that transcended Expert level. All the knights of Rodizia gathered there were startled.
‘More than I thought…’
‘Stronger!’
‘Becoming an Expert at 15 was already surprising, but he’s even surpassed the beginner level?’
It was hard to easily accept.
And among them, the most surprised was Sara Lesherre, Commander of the Blizzard Knight Order, who had met Lumian’s gaze.
‘…Though momentary, I felt pressure greater than what I felt from Sir Sinsieo Ainsworth.’
Of course, it must have been a mistake.
In a completely unexpected situation, she had taken an unexpected blow from an unexpected person. It was reasonable to think that way.
But why was it?
Why did that perfectly natural thought, that rational judgment, keep seeming wrong?
‘Is it just a mistake? Or…’
Anguish crossed Sara Lesherre’s face.
And a moment later.
Another figure appeared in the ballroom. A noble being that no one had expected.
* * *
“Yes, yes. I won’t do it again.”
“What won’t you do again? Tell me everything you did wrong, from one to ten.”
“Yes! First, picking a fight with rude language from our first meeting, and using my insignificant background to intimidate the other party…”
A secluded alley in Rodizia.
In a quiet place where no one paid attention, the Crown Prince of the Count of Priden and his escort knight were kneeling with both hands raised.
Their knees were cold from the chilly weather, and their arms ached. The pants that had become damp from wetting themselves were also unbearably uncomfortable.
But because the grim reaper-like being before them was glaring, they had no choice. They could only do as instructed.
“Good. If I see such behavior from you one more time in the future.”
Lumian extended his index finger and brought it to the stone wall.
And pressed firmly. Amazingly, a hole appeared in the wall.
“I’ll put air holes in your body, so keep that in mind.”
“Yes, yes!”
“We won’t do it again!”
“Get lost right now.”
“Thank you!”
“Thank you!”
The two men bowed their heads and fled like arrows.
Watching them, Lumian spat.
He still felt bad. He would have liked to torment them for several more hours, but it was regrettable that he couldn’t. Thinking of Tania who would be waiting, this was the right amount.
He took a deep breath and exhaled.
As the cold air entered, his excitement somewhat subsided. Leaving the alley, he quickly moved toward the ballroom.
Lumian was not a violent person.
Though he possessed absurd physical strength, he rarely wielded it carelessly.
Even when Bumer, who wasn’t close to him at the time, mocked him as impotent, even when ridiculous rumors were spread in the Subculture Research Club. Even when various other annoying incidents occurred, he maintained his boundaries.
It was the same in his previous life.
Though countless people mocked and looked down on him behind his back, instead of seeking them out for duels, Lumian honed his skills. He believed that was true revenge and the path to his victory.
‘But… this time it was hard to endure.’
That was right. He didn’t want to end it moderately.
It was completely different from when he was insulted. It was completely different from when he fell into trouble.
Incomparable anger to those times welled up in his chest. His feelings for Tania were that great.
“Phew… let’s calm down for now.”
Arriving in front of the ballroom, Lumian forced a smile.
It was already a resolved matter. No one else would pick fights with her anymore.
In this situation, showing her a dejected appearance wouldn’t be good. Rather, he should cheer her up with an even brighter face.
‘I hope she wasn’t too upset. She’ll be okay, right?’
As he was thinking such thoughts and stepping into the building.
From within Lumian’s body, aura began to surge wildly again. Even though they hadn’t made physical contact.
Whoooooong-!
New aura increasing explosively, as much as when he first put his hand around Tania’s waist, or even more so.
However, Lumian didn’t notice this. Currently, his mind was filled with thoughts of cheering up Tania, and he had no capacity to pay attention to anything else.
As he entered the interior of the ballroom while thinking of various things.
“Sir Lumian Calard.”
A familiar woman was standing there.
The greatest sword of Rhodesia, and one who possessed power second only to one, above ten thousand.
It was none other than Golden Dawn, Sinsieo Ainsworth.
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