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Desmond's pursuers were confused. They were trying to finish off the men who had been harassing them, but a new enemy suddenly appeared.

The knights of Fenris who had fallen were also confused.

"The lord… came?"

"Are you sure you're ready already?"

"Ha, hahahaha! It's the lord! The lord is here!"

I don't know exactly what happened, but I couldn't help but laugh. I thought I was dead, but how did he appear at such a perfect time?

I always feel this way, but the lord's movements are truly unpredictable.

It wasn't just the knights of Fenris. Even the fallen soldiers began to chuckle and laugh.

"I lived… … ."

"The lord has come… … ."

"If it's you, my lord, you can kill all these guys here… … ."

Absolute faith in Giselle.

If nothing else, Giselle gave them that kind of confidence in war.

"These guys… … ."

Desmond looked at Fenris, who was lying down, with a grim expression.

How dare they act so arrogant just because some reinforcements have arrived. I didn't like the way those who were about to die were bluffing.

"You guys will die first. Then they will all die too."

Desmond's men used their spears to knock off the helmets of the lying Fenris soldiers.

There's no need to go through the trouble of poking another spot. Just take a picture of the face.

When they took off their helmets, most of the knights were still smiling, their faces covered in blood.

"Huh… … You guys, who aren't even part of the main force, are going to kill our lord?"

Desmond's soldiers pursed their lips as they watched him. They didn't like the sound of him speaking so presumptuously.

He raised his spear high in an attempt to kill them quickly and escape before reinforcements arrived.

Phew!

"Remember… … ."

Before he could even stab the spear, an arrow flew in and pierced the soldier's neck.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Other soldiers who were desperately trying to stab the spears also started to fall down one by one after being hit by arrows.

"What, what is it!"

One of Desmond's men turned his head again in surprise. He saw a group of people approaching him particularly quickly.

The man the Fenris Army called the Lord and the 300 or so men in black armor following him.

They were all holding bows.

"Damn it! Get out of here! Get in line!"

It was so fast. Every time I blinked, it was getting closer at an incredible speed.

There was no time to kill all the fallen Fenris troops. Anyway, the enemy suddenly appeared, so we had to regroup and form a formation.

As expected of trained elite soldiers, Desmond's men quickly formed a line. However, Baron Hutton did not retreat right away.

'I'll kill this guy first.'

If he kills Gillian, the enemy's morale will fall. He pulled out the arrow stuck in his chest and picked up a sword rolling on the floor.

"Die!"

Wedge!

Kaang!

Before he could even reach Gillian, another arrow came flying. This time, he was prepared to strike back, but the force made his hand holding his sword tremble.

"Wow, this much power in an arrow… … ."

The power contained in the arrow was not ordinary. If I hadn't focused my mana on the sword this time, the blade would have been shattered.

Has there ever been such a strong person in Fenris' army other than Gillian?

'Is the author… …the Earl of Fenris?'

The one who fired the arrow was running with a ferocious laugh that was almost maddening. He was running at a frightening speed. It was too late to kill Gillian now.

'Let's check out the rumored skills.'

Pfft!

Jiselle, riding a black horse, rushed past Gillian and towards Baron Hutton.

Giselle arrived in the blink of an eye and opened the window.

"Ugh!"

Baron Hutton crouched down, dodging the spear, and swung his sword at the horse's leg, intending to drag Giselle to the ground.

It was an attack that was timed to coincide with the horse's landing on the ground after completing his leap. It was absolutely unavoidable.

Pfft!

But as soon as his hooves touched the ground, the Black King tensed his thigh muscles and jumped up again. Baron Hutton looked in disbelief.

'What are you talking about…?'

On the subject of horses, he dodged his own sword? Even if he was riding a horse with great horsemanship, his timing of attack was perfect. This was nonsense.

Baron Hutton, in a panic, immediately rolled forward as soon as he realized that his attack had failed. However, Giselle did not miss the moment when he hesitated and swung her spear.

Chomp!

"Ugh!"

Baron Hutton groaned as his back was cut by Giselle's spear. He was unable to completely avoid it, but fortunately he was not seriously injured.

"Wow, it's pretty good."

Jiselle turned the Black King's rider around and looked at the baron.

He dodged two spears aimed at him. That meant he was at least a high-ranking knight.

Purrururuk.

The Black King showed his gums and laughed. It seemed like he was simultaneously laughing at the two people who had failed to attack. However, when Jiselle clicked her tongue and pressed on her stomach, the Black King immediately closed his mouth due to the pain.

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Meanwhile, the knights who had been following Giselle arrived one after another and immediately stood in front of the fallen ally. The remaining troops followed suit.

Only then did Jiselle look back and ask worriedly.

"Gillian! Are you okay? Are you okay?"

"My lord… … ."

Gillian looked moved. I thought she was really dead, but then Giselle showed up.

Then, suddenly, something occurred to Gillian and she spoke urgently.

"Your Majesty! You must escape! Now… … ."

"Let's heal our wounds first and share the joy of our reunion later!"

"No, that's not it… … ."

"Hey, what are you doing! Move Gillian and the injured people quickly!"

Gillian couldn't say what he wanted to say because Giselle kept interrupting him. He tried to speak again, but 'Muscle Gordon' stopped him again by supporting him.

"Oh my, our instructor looks like he's lost weight. He must have had a hard time. If he keeps doing this, he'll lose muscle mass… … ."

"Gordon! Wait a minute! To the lord… … ."

"I'll feed you lots of chicken breast. Come on, come quickly."

"You! Ugh!"

Gillian, who was being dragged by Gordon's vicious hands, groaned in pain as her wounds opened.

Baron Hutton quickly retreated while Fenris's reinforcements moved frantically to evacuate the wounded. A look of confusion was evident on his face.

'fast!'

The reinforcements arrived much earlier than expected. Their horsemanship was extraordinary.

After taking a few deep breaths, Baron Hutton took out a potion from his waistband and sprayed it on his chest and back.

'You're quite skilled.'

Because Jiselle's mana was still running wild in her body, her wounds did not heal easily.

After spraying two bottles of potion in succession and suppressing Giselle's mana with his own mana, the external wound finally healed. However, the internal wound had not completely healed, and it seemed that he would need to recuperate for at least a few days.

The fact that the aftereffects of mana are this great means that the skill is also outstanding.

'I've definitely reached a higher level. Is it similar to Gillian? Tsk, but if I hadn't been injured, I wouldn't have been able to beat that kind of kid… … .'

Of course, Baron Hutton didn't think he would lose even now. He was just flustered by the sudden attack, but if he fought with concentration, there was no way he would lose to such a brat.

Because he and Gillian had one thing in common that they were superior to Giselle.

Baron Hutton glared at Giselle and asked.

"Are you the Earl of Fenris?"

"Yes, I am the Earl of Fenris."

As Giselle spoke proudly, Baron Hutton smiled crookedly.

"I am a baron of nonsense. I did something stupid anyway."

"Stupid thing?"

"You're stuck in the castle. What are you doing out here?"

Baron Hutton, who had regained his composure while talking, smiled faintly.

'If I just kill that guy, this war will be over.'

He truly thought so. If he could just kill Giselle in front of him, he would become the greatest contributor to ending the war with minimal casualties.

'Attack now… … No, no.'

Baron Hutton, who was trying to move his soldiers, suddenly stopped as if a good idea came to him.

Then he stretched his sword forward and spoke with an arrogant expression.

"It is truly amazing that you have reached such a high level at such a young age. However, I think the Count's confidence is too much."

"Are you saying I'm overconfident?"

"Yes, I know you are confident in your skills, but the Lord is standing in front without fear. This is the kind of behavior that is perfect for death. I wonder who the teacher in charge is. Tsk tsk."

Jiselle made a face of disbelief. She was immediately stern as she looked at him, wondering who he was and who he was not.

Talking about teachers there was an insult to him, showing that he was still a child and not a proper lord.

'If Belinda had heard this, she would have been furious, asking why I was meddling in other people's educational methods. It's a good thing she's not here.'

Jiselle dismounted and drew her sword.

"I guess we'll have to see who's fearless."

"You still have so much confidence. That's the privilege of youth. But as much as you have confidence, you also have your shortcomings."

"Me? What am I lacking?"

"It's all about age and experience."

"...."

The baron continued speaking, smirking at the speechless Giselle.

"A fight isn't just about strength. If you're at a similar level, the outcome is ultimately determined by how much actual combat experience you have."

"...."

"Since it has come to this, I would like to teach my Count a lesson… … If you are not confident, you can fight with force against force."

Giselle snickered at the arrogant words of the baron. There was usually a reason for such talk on the battlefield.

Or someone like Claude, who chatters so much that his opponents can't stand it even on the battlefield.

Or is it an intentional attempt to waste time?

or....

'I guess you want to reduce damage and gain credit.'

The battle of the lords is a war that will end once the lord is captured. But the young lord, Aesong, appears right before our eyes.

If you can kill him in a one-on-one duel, you will save on troop losses and gain the reputation of having personally dealt with the troublemaker rumored in the North.

To Baron Hutton, it must have seemed like a treasure rolling right before his eyes. That's why he talks like that and provokes Giselle so much.

Unaware that Giselle had read his mind, the baron openly gave Giselle a mocking look.

'I heard that you have a wild and impulsive personality. It would be hard for a noble to tolerate such provocations.'

He was truly confident that he could win.

Even though he is injured, he has experience and maturity that his opponent does not have.

No matter how talented Earl Fenris is, he is just a hot-blooded young man. That is what we have heard so far.

He prides himself on his composure, which is the best in the North. He is confident that if he fights with concentration without being disturbed by others, he will never lose.

Because calmly pushing an opponent is an ability that takes a long time to build up, regardless of skill level.

"What do you think? Isn't a knightly duel the romance of the battlefield? If you're scared, you can go in."

Jiselle nodded and accepted Baron Hutton's provocation.

"Yeah, I'll take that. He's an interesting guy."

I was watching him talking strangely, and it seemed like he was thinking of provoking me.

In order to reduce the damage to the allies and raise their morale, they were going to kill the baron anyway. There was no need to refuse when the opponent offered to die first.

"Even if you don't say much, I'm the one who always fights when you want to. Come."

As Giselle waved her sword, Baron Hutton's demeanor began to change.

From the appearance of an old nobleman who arrogantly lectures others, he has become sharp like a well-sharpened sword.

"oh?"

Jiselle raised her eyebrows in slight admiration. Judging by his momentum, he was definitely not a man of empty words.

'Baron Hutton… … He's a famous person. It seems like Gillian suffered because of him.'

This was the first time I had seen him in person. Not only in this life, but also in my past life. In my past life, Baron Hutton had been framed as a traitor by Amelia's scheme to weaken Harold's power, and had committed suicide.

But I had known that name for a long time, as it was quite famous in the North.

Jiselle smiled and took a stance. At the same time, the armies on both sides retreated little by little.

It was customary for generals to keep some distance when fighting each other.

This was partly to reduce the risk of getting caught up in battle, but also to prevent allies from helping one side when it was in danger.

Baron Hutton stood up, looked at Giselle with sharp eyes and said:

"Earl Fenris… … Do you know that?"

"what?"

"I have won five knightly battles since I was young. And I am still standing here."

The victory or defeat of the knightly war directly leads to the victory or defeat of the war. In other words, Baron Hutton won all five wars with his own strength.

If a knightly war had been established, it would have been a minor conflict, but in any case, it would have been a huge burden to fight alone while carrying the fate of the territory on one's back.

"The young count probably doesn't know yet how scary this place is."

That was why he was confident. Regardless of his skills, a youngling like Earl Fenris would never have fought with such a heavy burden.

Eventually, the more Earl Fenris fights, the more he becomes burdened and loses his composure.

'It's not an easy task for a rookie who still lacks experience.'

At that thought, Baron Hutton smiled confidently.

But Jiselle answered with a sly smile.

"I've done it over a hundred times."

"what?"

While the baron was dumbfounded by the absurd answer, Giselle's eyes lit up red.

"Let's start."

Pfft!

Jiselle advanced at lightning speed and swung her sword at the baron.