Volume 2 Chapter 62 The One Behind The Assassins II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Kian squinted his eyes under his ‘glasses.’
Guillaume hid his usual cheerful smile, wearing an icy expression.
”────”
Guillaume slightly twisted his eyes.
The warrior acting as a shield behind him openly clicked his tongue.
Another magician awkwardly cleared his throat.
This was definitely not a normal atmosphere.
In contrast, Oswald laughed exaggeratedly, “Hahaha!”
Aisha made a small reproachful sound, but the blond youth with the shaved head did not try to hide his smirk.
(What’s going on? What happened?)
’──So, what happened to his proud ponytail?’
”Mmm…”
Kian finally noticed something was off at ‘glasses”s remark.
He usually didn’t pay much attention to men’s faces, but upon closer observation, he realized that there was completely no sign of hair under Guillaume’s helmet.
Oswald chuckled softly.
”Lord Guillaume, this is indoors. Why not take off your helmet?”
”…I’ll pass.”
”Tch, nouveau riche noble.”
The shield warrior muttered under his breath.
Speaking of which, his sword and shield were completely different.
They looked brand new, as if just bought yesterday.
What happened to the well-used gear he had before?
”They’ve set another trap for me.”
Oswald leaned closer to Kian and whispered.
The sun knight curled his lips and bared his teeth fiercely.
”And this time, it was mixed with horse manure! Just for practice! We were doing this out of goodwill!”
”…Is that true?”
”Yes, the dirt was mixed with the smell of shit! That was horse manure! No doubt about it!”
”With all due respect, Lord Oswald.”
Guillaume’s words were polite, but his tone was laced with undeniable anger.
”You perm my ponytail that I had grown since I was back home, right? To put it mildly, it turned out like a shit mille-feuille.”
”What? I just thought a warrior didn’t need a creepy long hair.”
”Creepy…!? Hair is my life! My beloved lady liked my ponytail…!”
”You can just grow it back.”
”You… do you forget that you burned my scalp clean?”
Guillaume’s temples bulged with veins.
His usually calm handsome face was bright red.
Oswald nodded with a serious face, pretending to be innocent, “Ah, that’s right.”
”You didn’t like the perm, so I kindly made sure to kill the roots. But honestly, it suits you better this way. You won’t have lice like before. Isn’t that great?”
”──────”
──I will kill you.
──I will definitely kill you someday.
Guillaume’s eyes silently conveyed that message.
It’s just hair.
But it’s also hair.
Especially since Guillaume intended to use his handsome looks to rise in status.
If the noble lady he was aiming for came to the ceremony, Oswald might be someone he wanted to kill ten times over.
The shield warrior placed a hand on Guillaume’s shoulder and opened his mouth with a growl.
”…My shield and sword were melted. I’ve used them for 2 years. They were the last work of my master who took care of me.”
”It was a weak weapon, so it burned from my attack. I felt bad, so I bought you a new one, right? That one performs several times better. My flames can be handled unless it’s noon.”
”Yes, thank you very much.”
The shield warrior said that, but his eyes clearly showed he was not grateful.
He glared fiercely at the blond, shaved-headed youth.
”Hah, if you learn from this, don’t throw horse manure again. Next time, I’ll burn not your roots, but your hearts.”
”Sir Oswald!”
”Shut up, Aisha.”
”…!”
’Are these guys children?’
(For them, it was no laughing matter.)
Guillaume and the others who threw horse manure at Oswald were crazy, but Oswald, who broke the shield warrior’s weapon, was also crazy.
He can’t empathize with the hair issue, though.
According to Kian, who has seen over a thousand duels in his life, breaking the opponent’s weapon is often a huge no-no.
Many fighters take pride and soul in their swords.
Even if one has to break a weapon in battle, there are plenty of people who become dangerously enraged and attack.
Moreover, if it’s broken like this for fun, one can’t complain if they end up killed.
Guillaume looks visibly furious, and the warrior acting as a shield is completely focused as well.
He is more intent on killing Oswald than Guillaume.
”Ah… both of you, we need to move to the northern district soon. Come on, let’s go.”
A magician from Guillaume team hurries in to interject.
Aisha pushes his back while glancing at Oswald’s face.
”Right, Sir Oswald, we should get going too.”
”I understand… it seems we have many noble guests today, Lord Guillaume.”
”Yes, indeed, Lord Oswald. It’s a good chance to showcase my martial prowess in the skirmish.”
”Let’s both fight fairly.”
”Of course.”
The two grinned widely and shook hands.
The surrounding noble guests couldn’t hear the detailed conversation, but they applauded vigorously at the knights, who looked filled with fighting spirit.
Ceremony or not, a duel is a duel.
The entertainment-starved frontier nobles sought moderate blood and barbaric excitement.
”Good luck to both of you!”
”Thanks, Kian. Just watch, I’ll roast this former weird-haired punk medium.”
”I doubt your charm for someone who claims to be a noble. Kian, I’ll see you later.”
”Yeah, Sir Oswald, Lord Guillaume.”
The two, who looked like they might start killing each other before the real fight, split to enter the arena preparation area.
Kian watched Oswald and the others leave and then turned back toward the western district.
’Does the steward know nothing about this situation?’
(He’s probably too busy bowing to the guests. I feel like Oswald’s opponent should be someone else, but I can’t change that right before the event.)
’Just spectators.’
(If I ever meet Maribel, I’ll have a few choice words for her.)
Kian thought as he glanced back at the entrance doors, now slowly closing.
* * *
Kian and Wolf teamed up to secure the corridors.
Their routine involved standing guard at the entrance to the audience area and regularly patrolling the floor.
During the main event, this routine would be repeated with a few shifts in positions.
For the security team, the real challenge would be the underground shift.
Kian, on the other hand, secretly hoped for an intruder during that time, as it would be an easy opportunity to claim all the glory for himself.
”Do you think they’ll really make a move?”
Wolf asked as they patrolled the second-floor corridor.
From outside, the minstrel’s song about the ‘Thorn Demon’ slaying echoed through the halls.
”The story is that a preview has been issued. As for today, it’s not strange that a scouting person would come and check the situation when they gather together.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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