< Episode 34. eyes of the silver lion. >

"Back off! Robben!"

Pelas's cry came out urgently.

Robben also suddenly stopped running in response to the sound.

Peit!

A short pagong sound at the same timing.

Chew.

Pelas felt something splash on his cheek.

When I wiped my cheek with the palm of my hand, it was stained red.

'Blood!'

Pelas turned his gaze back to the dance floor.

Above it stood Robben, clutching his neck.

Blood flowed from between his clenched fingers.

Pellas was taken aback.

"Roben!"

However, Robben responded rather resolutely.

"It's okay, Bocchan."

There was no way it would be okay.

Robben's voice trembled slightly.

It was a situation where the neck almost flew off in an instant.

Cold sweat was running down his forehead.

Pelas approached Count Egor to protest.

"Father. This was not a subjugation, but a blow with the obvious intention of killing. You wouldn't know if it was your father's skill, right?"

"I know. But this isn't just an ordinary sparring, it's a successor test. Even if you didn't shout, me or Hans would have intervened. And, interfering with other tests, even verbally, is cheating. If you make the same mistake afterwards, your defeat will be going."

"...All right."

Hearing Pelas' answer, Count Egor turned his gaze to the stage.

Yeonmudae had already stopped the match.

Hans stood between Robben and Theberaz, separating them.

Count Egor exclaimed in a loud voice on the spot.

"Teveraz! If you act deliberately again, I will come forward and slit your throat myself!"

Tiberaz slowly looked back at Count Egor's cry.

Everyone watching him felt goosebumps rising from his soul-drenched eyes.

Even so, Count Egor stood firm and stood facing him without wavering.

It was the look of a long age.

A few seconds of silence.

Teveraz nodded and answered in a very low voice.

"I understand. Count."

Hans studied Count Egor's face.

It was up to him to decide how the match would go.

Count Egor stood there for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Hans saw the signal and resumed the match.

"The match resumes!"

match started again.

However, Robben was not as hasty as before.

Apparently, the opponent was also holding a bladeless sword made for competition.

Even so, it had the ability to end a person's life in the blink of an eye.

It was because he desperately felt the gap between himself and his opponent.

'At my level, I have the ability to finish it in one shot. I can't give up easily though! It's our master's successor test!'

Robben gripped his sword tightly.

And slowly, I put my foot in it.

in the direction of the other side.

Teveraz doesn't even move this time.

Robben frowned.

'I'm not even a threat, is this? oh yes Let's try it after you die and I die!'

The distance between the two narrowed.

Now, if you stretch out your arm, the sword is within reach.

Robben gently released the tightly gripped sword and made the movement of the sword flexible.

"Hryah!"

Robben spurred out in a momentary gap.

The opponent was still motionless.

The tip of the sword stretches straight toward the man's stomach.

If this was the case, it would never be avoided.

Robben pumped power into his lower back and added rotation.

Wedge!

A sword that extends like an arrow.

Right before the sword touched Teveraz's armor.

Teveraz's rear foot deftly rose from the box and kicked Robben in the jaw.

Fuck!

intense hitting sound.

For an instant, Robben felt his vision falter.

But Robben didn't know why.

It was because of not seeing the feet of Teveraz, who flew from the square.

'Why? What's blurring your vision?'

In the meantime, the pagong sound that explodes again.

puck! Fuck!

Theberaz deliberately refrained from using his sword and thrust his gloved fist into Robben's temple.

It was because he felt that it would not be fun for the match to end like this.

One-sided violence was enjoyable for those who poured it out.

On the other hand, Robben didn't even understand why he was knocked down this time.

narrowing of vision.

shaking head.

It was literally on the verge of going crazy.

'uh? uh? It shouldn't be like this... We have to bring victory to our young master...'

Contrary to his thoughts, Robben's knee had fallen down in that state.

dump.

Before I knew it, Teveraz was standing straight in front of Roben, looking down at him.

Pelas and Havertz's expressions turned pitiful.

However, Roben's eyes were still on Teveraz.

Roben's eyes that did not yield until the end.

With a face struggling to move.

Teveraz looked down on Roben as if he was insignificant.

food.

It was Roben who could only look up at Teveraz who was snoring.

'Damn it...I'm too weak...I...how could I be conceited with my skills like this...'

That was Robben's last thought before passing out.

Fuck!

Teveraz's kick lifted his chin, and Robben passed out.

Robben sprawled out in the shape of looking up at the sky.

But Teveraz did not stop there.

Teveraz raised the soles of his feet towards Robben's face.

It was as if he intended to crush Robben's face.

Pelas, who had been watching it all this time, couldn't stand it and got into a position to throw himself.

"Uh, uh? Hey! Hey, man! You just stop!!"

But it was already too late for Pelas to arrive.

The soles of Teveraz's feet were just before crushing Robben's head.

"This bastard?!"

Pelas' furious cry.

Even so, Teveraz's feet went straight.

Tuuk!

Hans grabs Theberaz by the leg before Robben's face is shattered.

Fortunately, it was Hans who was the fastest.

The butler, Hans, who usually doesn't show any emotion at all.

Even in his eyes, there was a glimmer of life.

"You won. Stop it."

Teveraz just shrugged.

"Is that so? I didn't know. I didn't mean to kill you, so this level shouldn't be a problem, right?"

A vein formed on Pelas' forehead when he heard his voice.

"That's real!!"

Havertz and Werner, who were standing next to Pelas, urgently grabbed his arms.

"Bocchan. You need to calm down!"

"Felas-sama! Havertz-sama is right. Now is not the time!"

Pelas gnashed his teeth and glared at Theberaz.

Feeling his gaze, Teveraz also looked down at Pelas from the stage.

with an indifferent expression.

Two gazes intertwined in midair.

After Pelas lost his memory, it was the first time he had ever seen Havertz so angry.

"Bocchan. I'll deal with it later. For now, please concentrate on the match. It's your turn soon, right?"

At those words, Pelas finally regained his senses.

But the resentment did not subside.

Pelas slammed his fist into the floor of the stage.

Quaang!

Shock enough to shake the entire performance stage.

Pelas' training that he repeated right before taking the successor test.

The result of that training, the power mixed with anger, exploded without filtering.

Teveraz, who felt the shaking of the floor with his body, stood out for the first time.

Looking at Pelas.

And then he smiled.

As if you saw something interesting.

Pelas brushed the dirt off his knuckles and said to Havertz.

"Take care of that son of a bitch, I'll do it myself."

* * *

Ethan's spirits were rising.

The reason was that the number of secrets hidden deeply worked properly.

"Huh. I lost the first game because of bad luck, but even if you struggle, it's in the palm of my hand."

Ethan smiles and picks up his sword.

Mark, who was next to him, nodded in agreement with his words.

"You're right. From now on, everything will go according to Ethan's will."

"Of course. Who am I? Ethan DiMeo! I am the only true heir to the DiMeo family."

"That's right. Now, if you win this match, you will take the position of the next head of the Dimeo family!"

It was Mark, who vigorously shook his head and matched Edan's words.

"It's already like mine. Brother's skills haven't improved a bit over the past few years. I've grown greatly!"

"That's right. There is no element that Ethan-nim would lose."

"Okay. I'm coming. I'm going to take the seat of the next head of household!"

"Yes. Ethan!"

Ethan proudly steps up to the performance stage.

On the other hand, the atmosphere on the Pelas side was bloody.

"Ethan guy. He had a trump card, right?"

"Felas-sama. You shouldn't move emotionally. Robben wouldn't want that either. In times like this, you have to be calm."

Pelas took a deep breath and nodded.

"I know, me too. I'm not that stupid."

That's what I said, but it was inevitable that my stomach was bubbling.

But he was doing his best to control his emotions.

Havertz, who knew that, also did not speak at length.

"This match, I was thinking of making it a fun spectacle, but it's a change of strategy. Havertz."

"Yes. Bocchan. Please tell me."

"I'll get rid of that guy, Ethan, right away, so you organize a pursuit team right now. Whether it's Tiberaz or a terrorist, you can chase him even if he runs away."

"Are you okay?"

Pelas nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on Tiberaz.

"No problem. That Tiberaz is much more dangerous than Ethan."

"I felt that way too."

"Okay. I'll leave the preparations to you. I'll take care of the trivial things in front of me for now."

"Don't worry, Bocchan. As you said, I'll prepare it perfectly."

"hmm."

Pelas also stepped on the stairs and slowly climbed onto the podium.

Pelas and Ethan face each other on the stage.

Hans, who had been watching the two of them, unwittingly turned to Pelas.

'You've been very strong over the past few days. It's hard to believe that it's changed in just a few days.'

On the other hand, Ethan's appearance was not very different.

It was the appearance of the Edan I had seen before.

Edan was still in his growth phase, so he grew in size in just a few days, but that was all.

There was no growth other than natural growth.

It was evident that he hadn't prepared much.

Hans was also a person who had lived as a knight for a long time.

He already knew the direction of victory or defeat.

'It's going to be hard to beat the little boy. Besides, the big boy doesn't intend to drag it out for a long time.'

Pelas' eyes changed like those of a beast.

Hans felt interest welling up within him.

'It's the eyes of a silver lion.'

But with his mouth he shouted in a calm voice.

"The match begins!"

< Episode 34. eyes of the silver lion. >end