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28 – 5. Festivals, Madness, and Diets (2)

The appearance of Dyers, who had changed, made the people of the festival agitated.

“Well, is that person the Young master of Howlan?”

“You must have a great appearance…”

“Huh. What do I do if I lose weight?! I’m not good at it!”

“That’s right. The reason he was kicked out was, after all, a problem with his skills.”

“Isn’t being late for an appointment a proof that you’re not confident after all?”

Obviously, the change in Dyers was shocking, but it was impossible to change the perception of the great aristocrats because his behavior was so bad.

At that fact, Count Laur smiled in relief.

Does losing some weight give me magic that I don’t have?

On the other hand, the reactions of ordinary students and freshmen who did not know Dyers were different.

To them, the ‘Student Council of Beatus’ was the pinnacle of Beatus Academy, which managed over 50,000 students.

“That, that’s the student council…”

“He’s handsome. I don’t like white hair.”

“There seems to be a light behind something… I wonder if the student council members are different…?”

“Sounds like fun?”

Above all, Howlan’s knights reacted the most fiercely.

‘That person is that person?’

‘I’ve worked hard and lost a little, no, a lot of weight.’

‘What do you do when your appearance changes? It’s not that my skills change!’

‘Before, he still had a generous look, but now he has a face like that of a prostitute’s husband.’

‘Your sister would be thrilled if she saw it.’

However, the human evaluation of Dyers did not change.

To them, Dyers was still the worst idiot who caused all sorts of accidents.

On the other hand, Krante, an experienced Nogisa, could read the determination in his eyes.

‘…Something has changed. On the subject of a child.’

The exiled Young master of Howlan has changed.

Krante watched him silently.

‘Even if I did, my nature wouldn’t have changed, but it wouldn’t make me ugly. Ugly.’

Of course, no matter how much he changed, it was impossible for the crazy Gongja to win the contest.

Krante only hoped that Prince Howlan would not lose ugly.

Leaving those thoughts behind, Dyers walked over to Kont.

Cont said, glaring at him.

“Hey… You ran a lot? I thought you wouldn’t come, prowling around like a kid because you were scared, but you must have some pride in your appearance?”

Because of Beatus’ festival, the streets were buzzing, so only Dyers heard the sound.

Despite Kont’s apparent provocation, Dyers’ expression did not change.

“If you don’t want to talk, well, that’s good, senior. How can I do it with a wooden sword?”

With his unresponsiveness, Cont increased the intensity of the provocation.

Because there is nothing more fun than shaking the opponent’s mentality before a match.

There was nothing more enjoyable than picking out an opponent who was weaker than himself. In fact, isn’t that kid saying nothing?

The purpose of the contest was not to defeat him.

His goal was to embarrass himself as much as possible and then win terribly.

Dyers opened his mouth at the time when he continued to provoke him by splitting the thread.

“Do you wield a sword with your mouth? Laur is probably the only family that uses the tongue better than the sword.”

“…You bastard!”

“Raise your sword while brushing your jaw.”

Cont, who was provoking Dyers with a wooden sword, immediately replaced his sword with a real sword.

b*tch. I will definitely kill you I think I should at least make a cripple to feel refreshed.

Even if you get hurt in the middle of a duel, you won’t be able to talk about it because you’re embarrassed.

There was something strange about returning after replacing the sword like that.

There was no weapon in Dyers’ hand.

“Hey. You said you brought a sword to me, did you forget your weapon?”

People around him began to agree with Cont’s words.

On the other hand, Dyers’ condition was very peaceful.

“I’m not the kind of person who does my best for useless things.”

“You really die if you bluff? Aren’t you carrying a weapon?”

“You make me say the same thing twice. I don’t need it.”

Crante opened his eyes wide at the madman’s remarks.

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“Beauty, no Dyers!! Doesn’t that sound like something!”

Would you give up your weapon in a situation where there is a clear gap in skill?

This is an open call to kill oneself.

Crante resented his own judgment, thinking that the madman’s eyes had changed.

‘It wasn’t a good change, it was a crazy change!’

Crante’s accident reached its climax at Dyers’ unspoken remark.

‘Did you mean to disgrace Howlan’s name by losing big on purpose? Did you resent being kicked out? Dyers!’

The accident at its peak ran like a train that had lost its destination, and finally came to this conclusion.

Dyers’ rudeness made Krante hate him both as a warrior and as a human being.

He sacrificed himself to disgrace the family that drove him out.

Especially, Dyers’ confident attitude gave him confidence in his guess.

That guy was no longer even an idiot, but a worm.

Crante started to look at him like he was going to chew on him, but he just ignored the old knight.

“Lord Krante. Please take care of yourself. Didn’t Young master of Howlan say he would give us a lesson? Today is a really happy day.”

“Count Laur… Can you say that when you already know the difference?”

“It’s a difference… Of course it is. It is true that there is a clear difference between us and Howlan’s Gongja, who has a high level of cont. Khehehehe!”

After Count Laur’s remarks, his vassals burst into laughter as if they couldn’t stand it.

Even the children of the great aristocrats looked at him with a laugh as if they were laughing.

Howlan’s vassals turned their heads and turned away from Young master at that crazy remark.

Students who knew Dyers’ skills well ridiculed him for his bravado.

Krante couldn’t say anything anymore.

‘Damn it. It will be done when it is done.’

He did enough for himself.

Crante also turned his head and turned away from him.

On the other hand, the freshmen’s reaction was different.

“This is the strength of the student council executive..! You don’t even have a weapon…”

“That’s right. They say it’s normal to give a handicap like that.”

“There are many rumors about it, but it’s still the pinnacle of Beatus. It’s a statement that only a man who was the executive officer of the student council would say.”

“It’s like they don’t even pick up weapons when there’s a difference in level!”

Cont’s eyebrows were deeply wrinkled by the freshman’s reaction.

A guy who has nothing to look at, is he provoking people?

I will definitely trample on you.

After mutual agreement, Instructor Aranya’s sparring declaration began.

Aranya first approached Dyers and spoke to him.

She still had dark circles in her eyes.

“I don’t know why you’re pushing yourself so hard… You can’t get hurt. Even me, the person in charge, is getting tired.”

“Remember.”

“And the body, why, hoo… No.”

Just before the duel began, Dyers and Jenna briefly met eyes.

Jenna gave him a worried look, but then she showed her clenched fists and she cheered.

In the two days Dyers passed out after falling off a cliff, he lost weight beyond recognition.

Maybe it’s because I have a health problem. Jenna was worried about that.

However, she believed in her senior and smiled a little.

If you are a senior, you will definitely win.

Riché, on the other hand, looked at him plainly.

‘Would win.’

I thought of him who kept lifting himself up and falling down the cliff alone, and his face naturally frowned.

It was fortunate that I woke up fine, but seeing how much weight I had lost was not a very pleasant feeling.

‘Looks like you’re in debt.’

After a brief greeting, Dyers walked forward.

Cont stood in front of him while splitting the room.

“Do you agree to the match?”

“I agree.”

“I agree.”

As soon as the couple declaration was over, Kont swung his sword right at his neck.

The sword drew an arc and drew closer to his body.

‘Khehehehe! You say you don’t use weapons with such a slow body? A bastard bastard! The bluff is enough!’

Confident of victory, he looked at Dyers’ face.

At the same time, Kont’s sword flew off and hit the ground.

“… Huh?”

.

Over the past year, I have crossed swords with Faberde every day.

The reason I was able to overwork my body that much back then was because there was no [Curse of the Snow Ghost].

In other words, at that time, I was not in a time limit.

As soon as I got back, I vomited blood. Even breathing made my head dizzy.

Because I feel like I’m going to vomit blood and collapse right now.

I wanted to go back.

I didn’t want to part with my master like that.

I closed my eyes for a moment and thought of the person I missed.

How he fought, and how he used his sword.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a youngster running towards me.

And I see.

How inefficient each movement was, how much emotion was put into holding the sword.

What level are your skills?

I just dodged his attack.

And I gave strength to my waist and fists.

[Faverde Ryu – Defying the Regime].

As soon as he avoided the poor attack, which was pitiful compared to Faberde, his flaws were exposed.

At the point where the sword was swung, he quickly punched Cont’s arm in half a beat.

At a speed he couldn’t handle.

The sword has already left its owner.

The movement of people on the street stopped for an instant because of what happened in an instant.

Count Laur and his vassals who have always ignored him.

The descendants of the great aristocrats who already knew his skills and treated them pathetically.

The vassals of Howlan were not expected at all.

As expected, the current students knew Dyers’ skills and ignored them.

Everything from the concert where he was very embarrassed because his hands were empty.

Krante was so surprised that his jaw dropped open.

“…Huh? This, this…”

Leaving their eyes behind me, I looked at the concert and said.

“Pick it up.”

The student council executive officer’s retirement match literally had a strong feeling of a coaching match in which a senior gave guidance to a junior.

“I will thoroughly ‘guide’ you.”

Cont’s face wrinkled.

I am Faberde in this Dalian.