I Became the Golden Sun That Steals the Academy’s Aircraft

79. Camilla’s Companion

Standing face to face with Count Tristitia, Gilbert felt as if two huge stones were pressing down on his shoulders. Obviously, there was nothing above my shoulders, but even raising my arms felt a strange resistance.

Is this really a knight family?

Gilbert took a long, deep breath. It wasn’t just an illusion that was weighing on his shoulders. It was a spirit that any knight of a certain level could display, and it was a type of art that utilized mana control.

It was probably an exercise in skill to suppress the momentum, but it was of no use to Gilbert.

Who was he?

He was none other than the immediate past disciple of the Empire’s First Sword. Every morning, he was training with Brianna, who was infinitely stronger than him. For him, mana control was like the first hurdle he had to overcome in order to receive guidance training.

People who faced Sword Saint Brianna’s mana control unanimously said that it was like carrying Mount Tai on her back. The monstrous mana control had enormous physical power, forcing action, and had the same effect as a kind of binding magic.

No matter how much Count Tristitia’s mana control was, it would not have much effect on Gilbert, who was receiving guidance sparring through such mana control.

“Indeed. Are you a disciple of the Sword Saint?”

Count Tristitia was slightly impressed by Gilbert, who had so easily mastered mana. Although he was said to be a high achiever for his age, he could not have expected that he would be able to take control of mana so easily.

The fact that he was able to do something that even his three sons, who were called geniuses, could not do in a single breath proved that Gilbert’s skills were great.

It was a sparring match that started to see how much the guy who was called a bastard had grown, but it seemed to be turning out to be more fun than expected.

“I’ll go.”

“You have good spirit!”

The Count looked at Gilbert with the sharp eyes of a swordsman, and he raised his sword as if to invite as many as he could. Gilbert also didn’t hesitate and rushed at the Count with his sword in hand.

Chaeng!

As soon as the sparks flew, the sparring began.

Objectively, Gilbert was well aware of the fact that he was being pushed out by the Count. Although he had been blessed with a body that had begun to surpass human limitations, the Count had already entered the realm of superhumans for several decades.

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For that reason, it made no common sense for Gilbert, who had only recently trained in swordsmanship, to overwhelm the Count with swordsmanship.

We had a few matches in an instant, but all I realized was that it was currently impossible to beat him with swordsmanship. The moment the swords met, the power was gently released, and in fact, it pulled him in. A fleeting thought crossed his mind about putting his outstanding physical abilities into sword wrestling, but he dismissed it.

From what he remembered, Count Tristitia’s physical ability was ranked high in Tactical Combat. Count Tristia, a famous family of knights, valued physical training above all else, so if he rashly attempted sword wrestling, it was as obvious as seeing fire that Gilbert, who was still inexperienced, would lose the upper hand in an instant.

He received the sword struck down with his sword in an ox posture and caught the sword’s face with a thumb grip. Gilbert, who had a brief struggle of strength while blocking the heavy blow with his sword guard, gritted his teeth.

It was a good thing I didn’t try sword wrestling earlier. He had to tighten his grip on the sword as he was already trying to use its guard to snatch it away.

But even then, the initiative was lost due to clever control of power. Gilbert hastily grabbed the middle of the sword with his left hand and, using a half-sword, rode the sword and turned to the earl’s right.

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As I turned to the right, the position of my hands naturally changed. The point near the handle, not the tip of the blade, was aimed at Count Tristitia’s neck like a hawk stalking its prey.

The basis of swordsmanship was defense, and the purpose was to kill the opponent, not to subdue him. For him, the most important thing was to aim for the head, and no matter what the situation, it was always right to point the tip of the sword towards the head.

Even if it was sparring, it was necessary to treat it like a real fight to prevent bad habits from developing.

In that respect, Gilbert was great. So much so that Count Tristitia burst out laughing inadvertently.

“Yes! Of course that’s swordsmanship!”

The move the Count chose to block the sword’s thrust aimed at the back of his neck was to push Gilbert’s left shoulder. Before the blade reached his neck, he struck him in the shoulder with his left fist, creating distance between them, and there was a brief lull.

“Whew.”

It was a short battle, but Gilbert, who had been fighting endlessly, was already feeling tired. Although he had no physical problems, his mental fatigue was greater than expected.

Gilbert quickly took a deep breath and glared at Count Tristitia, who was raising his sword above his head. It was a Postedi Falcon that could extend its range in both offense and defense.

Is it a stabbing? Or slash?

It wasn’t easy to choose anything. As such, there was not the slightest hint of a gap in the Count’s posture.

“What are you doing? You don’t seem to have the same spirit as before.”

The Count provoked him, but he was not caught easily.

Gilbert had already become deeply assimilated into the sparring itself and could only think of breaking through the Count’s defenses.

The Count also realized this fact and did not mention his clumsy provocation. He tried to provoke the hard-hearted prosecutor, but his mouth only hurt.

A moment passed, and it was Gilbert who took action first. As soon as he caught his breath, he stabbed his sword in half a beat, and the count blocked it by slamming his sword down as if it was natural.

Sparks flew, and a fight broke out. Gilbert entered the Count’s arms once more with his sword pierced, raised his sword and aimed at the Count’s head. Although he could not achieve his goal with the cross guard of his sword, he still put his arm through the count’s arm.

He was thinking of engaging in sword wrestling.

Until now, he had not hastily engaged in sword wrestling and had rather avoided sword wrestling, which was a move that caught Gilbert off guard. The Count also didn’t think he would dare engage in sword wrestling.

However, he wanted to see the skills of Gunsword Wrestling with confidence, so he gladly accepted the challenge. Joints and joints were intertwined, and the movement to somehow neutralize the opponent continued. He constantly dug inside, avoiding his opponent’s arms and seeking an advantageous position.

However, as time passed, it was Gilbert who was put on the defensive. Even though he was trying to catch his guard down, his opponent was a veteran knight who had already crossed numerous battlefields with a single sword.

On the other hand, even though Gilbert was a soldier in the previous world, what he mainly dealt with was fighter jets. His talent shines even brighter when he rides something.

In the end, when Gilbert, who had given up on sword wrestling, widened the distance, the Count stopped chasing him and let him go.

“It’s pretty good.”

“Whoa…”

Taking a deep breath to the tip of his chin, Gilbert raised his sword. This clash will probably be the last. The fact that they were able to continue the sparring until now was possible because the Count put the situation in his hands.

However, seeing the Count’s momentum change as he widened the distance, it was clear that he intended to end the sparring.

Then all you have to do is make the best move you can.

Gilbert’s hands tightly grasped the grip of the sword. Although it was an unwilling sparring, I was able to obtain a lot of things. Depending on how he acquires it in the future, it would not be unreasonable for his swordsmanship to advance to the next level.

After gathering his thoughts, Gilbert once again swung his sword at Count Tristitia and was defeated.

Although it was his first defeat other than his teacher Brianna, it wasn’t bad.

***

Camilla, who watched with bated breath the sparring between Gilbert and his father, Count Tristitia, felt deep regret when the sparring finally ended in Gilbert’s defeat. Not many people have been this good against her father before.

Considering that her and Gilbert’s age were the same as hers, it was safe to say that she was the only one. Didn’t even her three older brothers, who were said to lead the family, have a hard time against her father?

In contrast, Gilbert fought hard and somehow led the sparring, even though her father had taken matters into his own hands. As a half-joke, he made Gilbert spar, but as he watched the sparring, he became so absorbed in it that he didn’t even notice his hands were sweating.

It was very disappointing to hear that the end of such sparring was Gilbert’s defeat.

I was hoping to win.

I knew it was greed, but I still hoped for Gilbert to win.

“Good job, Gilbert!”

Perhaps that was why she took the towel and water prepared by the maids and held them out to Gilbert.

“Hmm…”

Gilbert accepted the towel and water she offered him with a somewhat shocked expression. Her father and her brothers seemed to be strangely glaring behind her, but Camilla didn’t care.

The most important thing for her was to just tell Gilbert about the greatness of her sparring earlier.

“It was really amazing just now! I never imagined we would engage in sword wrestling there!”

“I see.”

“Of course! Of course it is. You can’t believe it’s sword wrestling against your father! If you had told that to someone who hadn’t seen the sparring, no one would have believed it!”

As she sat next to Gilbert and talked about the greatness of their sparring match, her father approached them.

“Big.”

“Oh, Dad worked hard too.”

Camilla slightly turned her head to the Count who cleared his throat, spoke her words, and then looked at Gilbert again with her bright eyes. It was a very good example of who was top of mind for her right now.

“I guess I’m not good at sparring. Would you like to try again?”

“It’s okay. I don’t have the strength to hold the sword anymore.”

Gilbert shook his head at the sight of Count Tristitia with fire burning in his eyes. It was as obvious as fire that if we sparred now, there would be a huge setback on the way back to the Lithuanian territory.

“Oh, Dad. Can I follow Gilbert now?”

“That’s…”

“Are you okay?”

“No, Camilla. This father’s words are a bit…”

“Thank you!”

Camilla said it was good for her because she could cut off all of the Count’s words and go with him, and she began to cheer. This was the moment when her self-pace tendencies came into play.

Gilbert, who had decided to go together in an instant, felt a headache for some reason. This was because the gazes of the count and his three sons staring at him were so stinging.

Gilbert didn’t know if he knew this, but as he looked at Camilla smiling excitedly, she finally couldn’t help it and sighed.

I had a very strong feeling that traveling to the Lithuanian territory with her would not be smooth for her.