The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 242
Chapter 242
Translator: Yonnee
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Rollard glared at Radis, grinding his teeth.
Griiit.
Radis could read the newly ignited anger in his eyes.
It was the kind of anger that could not be appeased without immediately removing what was annoying in front of him through violence.
Rollard clenched his teeth and screamed as he lunged forward, brandishing his sword.
“How dare you!”
It seemed like he had already forgotten the purpose of the duel.
‘Why?’
In the face of that anger, Radis became even calmer.
Why do those who already have so much try to take even the smallest things hidden deep inside the weak?
Why does Rollard, a squire serving a master swordsman, negate and snatch away even the small pride that a clumsy female knight from the southern region?
The other knights of the House Lebeloia surrounding them were the same.
The one who labeled this fight a duel was them, so why were they standing on the sidelines, laughing as if they were just enjoying an interesting spectacle?
‘I want to change that.’
Regia began to move.
There was no pattern to her movements.
They were simple actions of slashing and stabbing.
But in fact, those primitive movements were the origin of all attacks.
The simplest yet most efficient.
From the sharp black light emanating from the blade, everything Radis had learned over the past decade, relying solely on her sword to overcome all hardships and adversities, was expressed.
As the swords clashed, the laughter vanished from the faces of the Lebeloia knights surrounding them, and Rollard’s complexion changed.
This was neither southern, northern, nor imperial swordsmanship.
It was a rough swordsmanship suitable for mercenaries on the battlefield.
Rollard shouted,
“But, but! Why?”
Why was it that he, who had received high-level swordsmanship training, couldn’t break through that rough swordsmanship?
Rollard was shocked that his boasted flexible attacks were completely ineffective.
Radis’s sword seemed to move like it’s alive, achieving both offense and defense at the same time.
The exchange of blows was so swift that even after countless clashes, her sword would penetrate his armor in a split second and disappear.
Rollard gradually lost his composure.
The woman with the flowing red hair was visible, but her thrusting motions could not be seen.
Even if one wanted to block, it was impossible when the movements were invisible.
As the standoff dragged on, Rollard’s mind began to unravel.
‘This makes no sense…!’
His opponent was a woman not even clad in armor.
Just one wound would end the duel.
Yet, he found it impossible to land even a single blow.
Moreover, Radis had already pierced his armor countless times.
Had he not been wearing armor, the duel would have ended long ago in his defeat.
‘No! It’s that sword that’s powerless, not my armor. It can’t even pierce through my defenses.’
Rollard gritted his teeth so hard it made a grinding noise.
It seemed he had unwittingly let his guard down too much.
He resolved to approach the fight with a renewed spirit.
Rollard commanded in a stern voice,
“Wait!”
At his command, Radis hesitated.
During her pause, Rollard gripped his sword with both hands and closed his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Closing one’s eyes amidst a fierce battle seemed absurd to Radis.
Rollard groaned and said,
“Just… wait! I’ll show you something tremendous, something you could never reach in your lifetime…!”
It was so preposterous it nearly broke her spirit.
Radis sighed and took a few steps back.
Regia asked,
[ What’s with him? What’s he trying to do? Stopping the fight like that? ]
‘I don’t know.’
Radis watched in curiosity as Rollard’s eyes widened.
“Ugh… Uhh…!”
From Rollard’s sword, a blue energy rose like smoke.
Radis exclaimed in surprise,
“Mana?”
Rollard burst out laughing sharply.
That was why he had defeated many candidates to become a master’s squire.
He had an innate talent for handling mana.
Rollard laughed heartily and shouted,
“Yes! This is the realm only permitted to those who pursue the path of knighthood with all their heart and soul! Your strange swordsmanship won’t bewitch me!”
Radis’s eyes widened.
“What? My, my strange swordsmanship?”
Regia quickly spoke, sensing that she was hurt by the remark.
[ No, it wasn’t strange at all! It was totally cool! Super cool! ]
‘Ugh, Regia… I appreciate the sentiment, but hearing it from you… hurts more…’
[ Ehh? Why? ]
‘……’
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