Became the Escort Knight That the Princesses Were Obsessed With - Chapter 309



309. Ten Years Later (12)

Beck exhaled heavily after completing the race.

My heart was filled with excitement at the fact that I had accomplished in one breath something I had never been able to do in my entire life.

“I really did it….”

The boy glanced back at the path he had run along.

His footprints were clearly engraved in the dirt.

“What, Beck, why did you finish the race?”

“Your father came a little while ago. That must be why you ran harder.”

His classmates also looked at him strangely.

However, among them, there were also people who had been looking down on Beck and feeling superior.

“What the heck, that kid… How did he do that all of a sudden?”

“It’s just five laps around the track. Even dogs and cows can run.”

The fellow students standing next to Yukal sneered.

However, Eucal did not react at all.

I just silently watched my cousin as he began to change on his own.

“You’re going to be completely embarrassed in the sparring tomorrow anyway. Isn’t that right, Yukal?”

“… .”

Urus’ eldest son did not answer readily.

Then he responded to his close associates with a single, harsh remark.

“Be quiet. You might lose if you keep doing that.”

In fact, the reason the guy ignored Beck was because he had no sense of responsibility as a member of the royal family.

Because Beck, who was always trying to gain his father’s approval, looked pitiful for being depressed.

But, when I finally saw myself trying to change.

For some reason, Yukal no longer felt pathetic.

Instead, he scolded his colleagues, as if he wanted to watch the guy.

“Ha, me to that kid?”

Luten, the crown prince of the neighboring country Marten, who was scheduled to fight Beck tomorrow, snickered.

He, who was ranked in the upper 12th place in his class, answered alone with his arms folded.

“Don’t worry, that won’t happen. It’s no use being the last place perennial player.”

Luten looked at Beck, who was running towards his father, with a blank look on his face.

When the Grandmaster, whom he had only heard of through rumors, came to the school in person, he seemed to be nervous inside and took a step back.

“father…!!”

A boy with a beautiful face drenched in sweat was held in my arms.

Then I patted the guy’s head and praised him without holding back.

“Yeah, you little brat. I told you, you can do it!!”

The fox cub looked up at me with an air of pride.

A completely different look from the gloomy look I had when I first saw him.

As expected of a boy of his age, he had passionate sweat and a determined look in his eyes.

but.

“I’ll try my best until tomorrow’s sparring in this state.”

As soon as the story of Dalian came up, the guy’s sparkling eyes opened again.

If I had fox ears, they would be floppy.

“I think sparring will be difficult….”

Beck had never been able to escape the perennial last place.

That’s probably why I have a hard time imagining myself winning against someone.

I thought hard about how to solve this again.

That moment.

“You practiced hard, Beck. You said you were going to show it to your father.”

A familiar, proud voice came from behind.

“I don’t fall behind others in terms of practice. I just don’t know how to win.”

Christina arrived wearing neat slacks and a white shirt.

She smiled with blue eyes that held the snowfield in their arms.

“Yeah, Beck.”

I put my hand on the shoulder of my son, who had just regained his will.

“The amount of practice equals confidence. Just believe in that and go into the sparring session.”

And then, while rubbing the guy hard, he said:

“Leave the rest to Dad. I’ll make sure you win tomorrow.”

“really…?”

Beck, who had already tasted magic once, looked up at me.

To that guy, I answered with my brilliant eyes that held the grand aura.

“Yes, definitely.”

「――――――」

next day.

The sun rose over the Kingdom of Bakal, located in the northern part of the continent.

The Royal Academy was busy preparing for the sparring match from the morning.

Academy professors busily climbed onto the well-cleaned training ground and inspected the condition of the floor.

After that, they exchanged signals from the stands to let each other know they were in good sight.

“Okay, are there enough chairs?”

“Yes, I’m paying extra attention today because there are a lot of customers!”

The middle-aged swordsmanship professor took a deep breath after receiving the new professors’ report.

“Who on earth is coming today that is putting so much pressure on them from above…?”

As he was thinking silently alone, he suddenly remembered Beck’s father whom he had seen yesterday.

Then, as if he was overcome by anxiety, he swallowed deeply without realizing it.

“Surely the commanders of the imperial knights aren’t coming…?”

The professor tried to shake off his anxiety and turned his attention back to inspecting the training ground.

Meanwhile, students began to come in one after another to take today’s evaluation.

――――――.

However, it wasn’t just students who entered.

It was as if the Dalian evaluation was an event, as many of their parents and relatives visited.

“It’s been a while, Prince Martin.”

“You must be busy, but you came, Chief.”

They sat in the well-polished bleachers and chatted with each other’s parents.

“How could I miss my son’s game? He made such a fuss that he had to come this time.”

“Perhaps the other person was Princess Tina’s child?”

The silver-haired Prince Martin nodded.

He was the prince of the Bakal Island Confederation and had considerable fame within Bakal.

He, who was already on Urus’ side, seemed to be taking Tina lightly.

“Yes, it was Prince Beck. There was a reason he asked me to come.”

The Minister of the Interior smiled knowingly, knowing the prince’s abilities that had been shown so far.

However, the commander kept his lips tightly shut because he still could not dare to laugh at the royal family.

“I hope my son will behave appropriately, even though the Grand Master of the Empire is here.”

The Minister of the Interior pointed to a knight with black hair who was visible.

A man in his prime, now in his thirties.

“Was Bakal originally this interested in sparring with students?”

“It must be because of you. It’s time to show off your children to the strongest player on the continent.”

Tina, standing next to me, lightly patted my shoulder.

However, unlike us who were relaxed, Beck, the main character of today, had a pale expression.

Like a fox cub standing among wild beasts.

“Beck, don’t be nervous. This isn’t a competition to choose the best sword.”

He playfully grabbed his son’s tightly clenched shoulders.

At this, the guy flinched with a light groan.

“sick…!!”

“It’s just a relaxation exercise. This is just a school sparring session.”

In fact, it doesn’t feel like a simple duel.

Which school evaluation attracts so many vassals from different kingdoms to watch?

It’s almost as if they’re checking the students’ budding skills and deciding their fate in advance.

It’s not like all children grow up at the same time.

It’s a huge disadvantage for a child like Beck whose talents are still slow to blossom.

“Do you remember what I told you? When you go up to the training ground, you only remember what Dad told you.”

“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind…!!”

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Beck gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist.

And then he looked up at me with serious eyes.

“I will definitely show you a game that will not tarnish my father’s honor.”

Tina looked happily at her son’s brightening face just from meeting his father.

However, he soon tilted his head at the sight of me shaking my head.

“no.”

I denied the guy’s pledge and asked him to say one serious thing.

“Don’t think about Dad. I’m not fighting for anyone.”

I bent my knees slightly to get down to Beck’s eye level.

And then, she wrapped her son’s cold hands tightly and raised his body temperature.

“Wear the sword only for yourself, Beck.”

When I, who was once a knight, said this, Tina pursed her lips.

However, after hearing what I said next, he couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth.

“Believe in yourself, the person you’ve trained so hard for, and fight. When you can protect yourself like that… .”

Because the sight of me she saw was similar to the time I saved her from the werewolf ten years ago.

“Please protect Mom and Dad.”

Beck listened to me, his blue eyes trembling slightly.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he shook his head vigorously.

“Yes, got it!!”

“We will begin evaluating the first quarter end-of-month training.”

The moment when my 10-year-old son answers curiously.

The voice of the swordsmanship instructor who had climbed up onto the training ground was heard first.

“The order of the matches is structured to start from the lowest tier and move up.”

In that case, our Beck, who has been in last place for years, will be the first to start the game.

Who on earth is the opponent?

“Class A, 42nd, Beck Mikhail Bakar.”

“yes!!”

The young fox gripped the scabbard on his waist tightly.

And then, he started to confidently climb up the stairs of the training hall.

“… .”

Christina watched the scene silently, then carefully linked arms with me.

Even though she was strong and cool-headed, she seemed worried about her son’s performance.

“Don’t worry. This time it’ll be different.”

The princess of Bakal, who places her soft cheek on my shoulder.

He shook his head quietly, saying he believed it.

“Class A, 12th place, Martin Luten!”

“yes.”

From the opposing camp, Luten, a close associate of Urus, appears.

Every time he took a step, a loud cheer was heard from the stands.

“Wow-!! Ruten!! Ruten!!”

‘No, the opponent is our royal grandson Beck, so how can he be so loud…?’

I looked at the VIPs who filled one row of seats with a look of amazement.

Tina noticed this and answered calmly.

“I am the prince of the island nation of Marton. I sent my son to study abroad in Bakal and came to see you now.”

The fights at Bakal Academy weren’t just kids fighting.

At the same time, it was also a fight between adults.

“… .”

Luten, who had climbed up onto the training ground, looked at Beck indifferently.

The guy chuckled, encouraged by the loud cheering coming from behind him.

“You look a little different today, Beck? Is it because your father is here?”

“Yes, you are the Grand Master of the Empire.”

Grandmaster.

The eldest son of the United Nations was not intimidated by that dazzling nickname.

Rather, I leisurely watched him come alone.

“Is the Grandmaster coming without any entourage?”

“… .”

I was worried that Beck might become emotional over his provocation.

but.

“well.”

The guy was quite witty and talked a lot about who his son was.

“Father’s entourage is busy, you know. They don’t come to help out with the kids’ fights like some people do.”

Beck’s long eyes became sharp like a fox’s.

At his words, Luten’s previously relaxed eyebrows furrowed.

“Ha, this kid thinks he’s good because his father is good.”

In a world where individual power is valued, the Prince of Marton drew his sword.

A blue light lingered in the eyes of the boy who had been taking advanced private lessons and good elixirs consistently.

“I’ll make you look like a complete idiot in front of everyone.”

Beck also drew his sword.

A figure holding a sword tightly with a thin wrist.

To anyone who looked at it, it wasn’t a strong image.

but.

The guy has been working hard and steadily with those thin arms countless times.

Thanks to that, even though the color of Mana was pale, her eyes were still full of life.

It’s like watching Richard and I spar.

“Game start!!”

A quiet silence fell over the training ground as the professor shouted.

All that was visible were the spectators sitting behind each other.

A number of Marten’s big shots sitting behind Luten.

And, Tina and I sitting behind Beck.

Although he was vastly outnumbered, Beck was no longer intimidated.

Who is the guy’s father?

He is the strongest on the continent.

“Goes!!”

Luten rushed at Beck, intending to finish quickly as usual.

The son’s eyes sparkled at the sound of his rough footsteps.

Kaaang――――――!!

In the past, Beck was afraid of swords and avoided his opponents even with an overwhelming amount of practice.

But this time it was different.

“What… …? You blocked it?!”

Because he opened his eyes wide and accepted Luten’s sword as it was.

Was it because he was able to take the sword for the first time, something he had been avoiding his entire life?

Beck swallowed deeply and shouted loudly.

“This time it’ll be different…!!”

It was clear that Ruten was taller and more built than Beck.

But for some reason, the guy couldn’t just take a picture of his son and press it down.

‘It can’t be helped.’

Because the position of the swords that Beck and Ruten clashed was close to the hilt.

If you meet your opponent with your sword facing them with a stronger center of gravity, you can defend yourself with less force.

This was my first piece of advice.

“This kid stopped me once…!!”

Luten, who was full of energy, immediately tried to swing his sword again at high speed.

But, at that moment.

“uh……?”

I couldn’t help but flinch without realizing it.

because….

“What, the game has already started?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Just look towards the crystal ball here.”

Tina and I sitting behind Beck.

Because the wizards who approached them brought a giant crystal ball.

And, in that smooth cross-section… .

“Where can we go to see our little son’s skills?”

The appearance of the emperor of the current most powerful country on the continent, Leah Andalusia, appeared as a vision.

“It seems like technology has really improved these days.”

“That’s right, it certainly seems like the Empire has a lot of unique magic.”

Remote video meetings.

Ten years later, the Emperor appeared in the Academy’s duel using magic born in the Empire.

“Uh, that’s His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire… … ?”

Luten’s lips parted at the cutting-edge magic and the beautiful face of the emperor that unfolded before his eyes.

The guy, overwhelmed by her sensual gaze, took a step back without realizing it.

“What is that… … . Hey, Your Majesty the Emperor?!”

The same goes for Prince Martin, who was happily watching his son from behind.

They were busy hastily rising from their seats when the ruler of the continent appeared.

“Our wives are really capable-.”

I snickered and chuckled like a sly fox.

And, he encouraged Beck, who was flustered, to show off his skills.

“Fighting, son!”