Vote for Your Knight! - Chapter 26

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Vote for your knight!
Chapter 26
Kartamen Swordsmanship Demonstration Afterthoughts (Warning: Disorganized)
FYI I had zero interest in Kartamen but happened to pass by and caught it lol
Lucky me, I got a front row seat. The stage was gorgeous and the armor was so flashy it was fun to watch
Someone next to me kept cursing about no helmets but honestly it was better, his face is insanely handsome
Definitely top tier.
David’s visuals here are absolutely insane! If you said he was one of us humans it’d be a lie lol. Honestly I was too busy looking at his face to remember anything else, but I do remember his lines were exceptional
But the guy in second place kind of didn’t catch my eye?? Honestly the slave on the side was way more energetic and really stood out in a good way loll
For second tier, the mad pink-haired one!!! So pretty and cute, and when she got serious and swung that sword it was so cool lolll. Looked adorable but then all that charisma
And that one from episode 1 catching moles with a net loll. Absolutely jacked so you couldn’t miss him. These two deserve top tier too imo
From third tier on you can definitely see they’re lacking compared to the first and second tiers
But you can feel them trying to sync up their formations loll
And there are so many handsome guys the eyes were happy lolll. Feels like they’re grading based on faces lol. Especially Morris from the preview clip just slayed
There was this blond pretty one too but I don’t know their name. Kind of funny watching them struggle with it, but their face is just pure holiness
Honestly fourth and fifth tier probably wouldn’t have been visible from the back anyway, and not seeing them was probably saving my eyes lol
– This b*tch said they had no interest but you’re being super detailed about it
lolololololololol
ㄴ For real.. said they just happened to pass but how’d you get front row lollll
– The pretty blond one’s probably Rafael Laurent, I went to watch and immediately made them my #1 in my heart
– Super subjective lol. Honestly from what I saw there were tons of kids in fourth tier doing better than second and third
ㄴ 222 Kilmen in fourth tier was really impressive, why fourth tier?
ㄴㄴ Watch episode 2 and you’ll understand
ㄴㄴㄴ Acting like you know when you don’t lol
– ★Sensual Fisherman★ Binoshu, please vote for me★
ㄴ Here they come again
– But everyone’s praising David… I found him lacking in humanity, kind of boring honestly… Ngl the second and third tier guys who made me laugh even if they weren’t as skilled stay with me more…
ㄴ 2222
ㄴ 333 Everyone just praises, the vibe’s getting weird;; Did David brainwash everyone…
ㄴ His face is entertaining enough so it’s fine??
The man checking the responses felt his hand tremble.
‘I always knew a day like this would come.’
He pulled the hood of his robe down slightly, thinking to himself.
‘But I never expected critical comments about me to surface this quickly.’
Least of all from an angle he hadn’t anticipated.
He narrowed his brows slightly and swept his hair back.
Even in the darkness, his blonde hair and blue eyes gleamed brilliantly in the moonlight.
The man who had slipped out while everyone slept to check public reactions was none other than David Bertie.
The very same man who had sworn to himself that he would go to bed early tonight.
But David soon regained his composure.
“Good reviews can’t last forever anyway.”
Hadn’t he come here in secret precisely because he wanted to see more candid feedback?
Still, he couldn’t help but feel a faint tremor in his fingertips.
‘I really do need to work on seeming more human.’
* * *
The day Kartamen Episode 2 aired.
The square was already packed before the broadcast even started.
Kartamen had become even more famous thanks to the swordsmanship demonstration the day before.
‘There are so many people. Looks like even more than last time.’
North Square of the Capital.
A woman wearing a Black Bracelet had finally found a spot.
“That’s my bag’s spot.”
Then someone spoke up coldly.
It was a woman holding a bag embroidered in elaborate letters with Kilmen’s name.
‘Damn, she’s a Kilmen fan.’
She’d run into the fanbase notorious for being extreme.
Since Kartamen had aired, each participant had formed their own fanbase.
Each fanbase had different inclinations and characteristics, but among them, Kilmen’s fans were particularly intense.
Kilmen was the successor of the Piusus School.
He might have been the best in his own region, but this place was where the most skilled fighters from across the entire country had gathered.
Overshadowed by David and other talented participants, he’d been relegated to second place, even third—there was no escaping it.
So his fans had grown bitter and tense, their nerves worn thin.
‘But what’s that got to do with me?’
I came here because I have someone to cheer for, that’s all.
“What are you doing? Move, please!”
Kilmen’s fan spoke without a shred of courtesy.
But there was nowhere else to sit.
She couldn’t back down either.
“Where in the world is there room for a bag…….”
“Where in the world is there room for a bag? This is ridiculous.”
But someone else had spoken first.
A woman with round, gentle features and bright red hair.
Yet her voice carried unmistakable strength.
“Don’t step in it—just move over here and sit down.”
Kilmen’s fan twisted her face in displeasure. But the red-haired woman paid her no mind and offered the woman her hand.
There happened to be one empty seat nearby.
Better still, it had a clearer view than where Kilmen’s fan had been standing.
The woman quickly sat down beside the red-haired stranger.
“Thank you for helping me.”
“That’s what we do for each other.”
“We do?”
The red-haired woman extended her wrist.
She was wearing a Black Bracelet too.
!”
“You’re a Dmitri fan, aren’t you?”
The woman’s eyes went wide.
The stranger was a fellow fan of Dmitri—just like her!
She nodded eagerly, moved beyond words.
She felt tears threatening to spill.
The bracelet was the unofficial symbol of the Dmitri Fanbase.
A secret code between kindred souls.
Admitting you were a Dmitri fan usually invited abuse, so the fandom had become insular and guarded.
“I’ve… I’ve never met another same fan before…….”
She spoke through glistening eyes.
The red-haired woman nodded, her own face flushed with excitement.
“I’ve only met a handful.”
“A… a handful! There are that many?”
“Of course. I’ll introduce you next time.”
“Eek!”
She let out a shriek before she could stop herself. Feeling the eyes of those around her, she quickly clamped her mouth shut.
The red-haired woman grinned.
“Our fandom’s actually more solid than you’d think.”
“Really? I was so worried I’d be the only one coming to watch him.”
“How could that be? Don’t you see how charming Dmitri is? That sorrowful gaze of his…….”
“Right. It’s the kind of eyes that captivate a person…….”
The two of them chatted without pause until the broadcast began, keeping their voices low.
It was rare to find a fellow fan like this.
What’s more, she still carried the sting of having lost a friend at the Foundation Festival not long ago, when she’d boldly declared, “I voted for Dmitri,” only to be cut off for it.
This moment felt irreplaceable.
And then Kartamen Episode 2 began to air.
“This is fun. Hard to believe we still have the energy to chat.”
“Wow! That scene from the preview!”
“Amont looks so cool.”
“Honestly, I’m only watching because of Valkyria.”
Praise for Valkyria drifted through the crowd.
The red-haired woman and her companion held their breath, straining to catch even the smallest glimpse of Dmitri appearing in the corner of the screen.
Among the clumsy participants, Dmitri’s sword flash stood out distinctly—easy to spot.
Soon a scene appeared where Kusto, troubled by harsh criticism from Amont, was lost in anguish.
“Oh no. Our boy got hurt.”
“He’s so soft-hearted, and they were so cruel to him…….”
At that, Kusto’s fans groaned audibly.
The red-haired man and the woman pretended not to hear.
Especially the part about “our boy.”
Then it happened.
Kilmen shoved Kusto hard, just as he appeared to be looking around for help.
The moment shocked laughter erupted, Kilmen himself went flying backward.
The square filled with laughter.
Kusto had no choice but to turn to Dmitri for assistance.
“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’d be grateful if you could help me with my swordsmanship.”
“You’re asking… me?”
“?”
“You want to… learn from me?”
As Dmitri stared in disbelief yet radiated unmistakable joy, the red-haired man and the woman went wild with delight.
“Did you see that smile just now? Oh my God, he’s perfect.”
“He’s a god, a god. Ah, he’s so precious.”
When the once-shy Dmitri began earnestly instructing Kusto, the two of them felt their hearts melting.
“Our Dmitri must have wanted to train with a friend so badly. It’s heartbreaking.”
“I’m literally tearing up. Seeing our boy this happy…”
Interview segments with participants played between the scenes.
Rafael, the target of harsh criticism, hung his head and wept quietly.
“I’m sorry to my children. I promised I’d get them sponsors and came here for that, but now I’m afraid the sponsorships will dry up even more…”
“Oh…”
The square filled with sympathetic sighs.
“Do you know where Rafael’s orphanage is? I want to sponsor them.”
“Me too.”
Rafael’s orphanage was gaining sponsors by the moment.
Then came the swordsmanship demonstrations in the Training Hall.
As expected, Kusto faced harsh judgment, and Kilmen mocked him for it.
The atmosphere between Kusto’s fans and Kilmen’s fans grew tense.
But that tension didn’t last long.

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