The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 237

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Chapter 237

Translator: Yonnee

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Xenon’s squire was, admittedly, pretty good-looking.

He had one side of his hair closely shaved while the other was long and braided, making his hairstyle stand out immediately. He wore armor that was not as ornate as Sir Xenon’s, but still quite splendid.

The man, with his chin upraised, spoke in an arrogant tone.

“I said, clumsy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Regia interjected in an excited tone and began squealing loudly.

[ Wow! Is this punk picking a fight right now? ]

‘Regia, hold on, we’re talking.’

[ Let’s have an execution! Execution! Execution! Woo-hoo! Execu―tion! ]

Perhaps excited by the sudden dispute, Regia’s voice grew louder.

Regia’s voice, unheard by others, pierced directly into her head, growing louder and resonating so strongly that she could think of nothing else.

Radis sharply retorted.

“You’re obviously not in your right mind, so shut up, will you?!”

“……”

Radis covered her mouth with her hand, deep in thought.

‘He was rude first, but what happens if I am rude right back…?’

She spoke up.

“It seems we both misspoke, shall we pretend it didn’t happen?”

The man’s face turned red with anger.

“Are all women from the South like this? Such coarse mouths!”

He burst out defiantly.

“I am Rollard, affiliated with the Lebeloia Duchy’s knight order and squire to Sir Xenon!”

At Rollard’s words, Regia cheered.

[ Woohoo! Is that the epitaph for his tombstone? ]

“I cannot simply back down after being insulted by some woman from the South!”

[ It’s a festival, a festival! ]

“However, it is shameful to dirty my sword with a woman’s blood, so if you kneel and apologize right now, I might let it slide just this once, as a knight should.”

[To the stake, to the stake! Let’s go to the stake!]

Angry, Rollard shouted in her face, and an excited Regia burst into cheers in her head…

…Preventing Radis from collecting her thoughts.

Eventually, she could only smack her scabbard and shout.

“Ugh, shush! Do you want to get hit? Didn’t I already tell you to shut up!”

[ …… ]

“……!”

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It wasn’t just Rollard who was picking a fight.

Sir Xenon, as if to keep Robert on check, moved back and forth, speaking in a sly tone.

“Did you say your name’s Robert? I’m curious to see what a bastard’s sword is like.”

“……”

“Ah, pardon me. I didn’t mean to demean your origins. A master candidate from a bastard background, honestly, it’s surprising. I’m curious if I can sense any venom in someone who crawled up from the bottom.”

Robert sighed briefly, his eyes glowing with an odd anticipation at Xenon’s look.

That gaze seemed to anticipate Robert getting angry over his origins.

However, the barbs thrown by his half-brother Heron had toughened Robert too much for him to be bothered by such comments.

Robert flicked the tip of his greatsword and said.

“It seems you have become a master with your mouth, sir.”

At his words, this time it was Xenon who fell silent.

From beneath his helmet, his eyes emitted a menacing glow.

“If it seemed that way, I apologize. Let me prove that’s not the case.”

Xenon grandly spread his hand, then slowly curled it around the hilt of his sword.

To an outsider, his gesture might appear overly kind, like a senior notifying a junior of the beginning of an attack.

However, the offensive that followed was not so kind.

If Robert’s swordsmanship was typically Southern, Xenon’s was the epitome of Northern swordsmanship.

The Southern style, evolved through battles with monsters, pursued destructive power even if it was heavy.

In contrast, the Northern swordsmanship, developed through countless battles and wars between knights, was more advantageous in combat against other people.

Xenon’s sword, sharply wrapped with mana, thrust at unpredictable angles like rays of light, aggressively pushing Robert.

Watching Robert focus on defense, Xenon shouted with a relaxed smile.

“I didn’t intend to make it this obvious, but your arrogance has egged me on!”

Normally, he should have been conducting a guiding duel, allowing Robert, the master candidate, to fully demonstrate his skills.

But his liege, Joseph Lebeloia, had different intentions.

“This is a good opportunity to crush the pride of that upstart of a Marquis who’s eyeing expansion into the North.”