I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country - I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country chapter 37

37 – Unjust Duel (2)

Meanwhile, in a garden a little far from the main palace, a girl with a lovely figure was strolling leisurely.

A girl with the same pure white hair as her older sister and beautiful golden eyes.

Her name was Mirren Justi.

“hehehe~ hehehehe~.”

An unknown palace that any girl of her age can help but yearn for. That is the imperial palace.

Mirren’s last memory of the imperial palace was going in and out once at the initiation ceremony for the Knights of Illelpi.

I can’t feel her, but she’s been asleep for eight years. She thought that the Imperial Palace would change a lot, but she doesn’t seem to have either.

“But it’s nice to actually see it.”

The romance novel that Mirren enjoys reading these days depicts a meeting between a man and a woman in the imperial palace.

As she is in her prime at the age when her love interest will be interested, she had a deep expectation.

‘Didn’t the male and female protagonists have their first meeting in the imperial garden?’

That was why the first place Mirren set foot in was her garden. The scent of flowers is fragrant, and it gives off a profound atmosphere that seems to create romance that never existed in all directions.

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Perhaps a truly fateful encounter awaits…!

‘Come to think of it, how was the first meeting between Elfi and Nefi? It was a surprisingly sweet atmosphere!’

Mirren would often ask Ir Elfi about her first meeting with Nefi, but she never got a straight answer.

There must be something to her, judging by her baffling evasiveness. For example, kissing her when she tripped…!

‘I want to know more because no matter what the two of you do, it will become a picture.’

Although it was a painting covered in blood and flesh, it was a story that Mirren had no way of knowing.

That was when the girl was strolling in the garden. Somewhere between her, a squabbling argument caressed Mirren’s ear.

“Who are you? I’m not an adult.”

Mirren approaches the source of the faint sound out of her curiosity. Gradually the conversation became clearer, and she could see the truth of her argument.

“Brother told me not to make trouble and stay calm!”

“Are you really from our family? If there’s a weapon there, I’ll go! If I don’t go, even I… Huh? Who?”

What Mirren witnessed was an argument between a man and a woman who looked like brother and sister.

Brunch hair like ripe rice grains and green eyes full of vitality.

Mirren could easily recall who her siblings looked like.

‘The Duke of Chester… It’s a family that harasses Elfi.’

If Ir Elfi has no particular attachment to her position, she doesn’t mind Mirren either. However, the family’s self-restraint of damaging her sister’s reputation was not welcome.

She was when Mirren was struggling with what to do with her straight face.

The first one she spoke to was a girl from the Chester family.

“Who are you? I know most nobles, but I’m seeing them for the first time.”

‘No matter how old you are, you can’t talk too much!’

Mirren’s internal liking for her brother and sister plummeted. It was inevitable that she would retaliate with her savagery.

“You should introduce yourself first before asking others, right?”

“Oh, is that so?”

‘Huh?’

This is an unexpected reaction. I calculated that she would be annoyed, but rather innocently asked back.

The girl showed off her liveliness by confidently sticking out her breasts.

“I’m Enella Chester. The only girl in the family, the heroine who will surpass her brother Bartlante, the master of the sword, and become the best warrior! What’s your name?”

“… Mirren Justiha.”

There was no phrase that could be introduced grandiosely like Enella. More than anything, the other person’s positive energy was so strong that I was a little embarrassed by his harsh attitude.

“Justiha? Is that the Ir Elfi Marquis Justiha’s family?”

“Right.”

“Wow, I heard rumors that there is a second daughter in the family, but it’s true! When I first saw Captain Yustiha, I was surprised that he was so beautiful, but you are really pretty too… Especially those golden eyes!”

“Huh, heh heung. That’s right? Thank you. I’m envious of Enella’s healthy beauty.”

Enella’s overflowing energy poured out all her words like a waterfall. Even if she left it like this, she seemed to be able to chat until nightfall.

“Oh, I almost forgot. This is me and my brother, Arnel Chester. Unlike me, he has never wielded a wooden sword properly, so please understand even if he is not ambitious.”

Enella forcibly grabbed Arnel’s hand and brought him in front of Mirren.

Mirren greeted him first at his passive behavior of averting his eyes.

“You said Arnelle? Nice to meet you.”

“… Ugh, yes!”

‘The exact opposite of Enella.’

It was a scene of extremes that made it hard to believe that they were siblings. If the appearance is different, it is difficult to understand that they are of the same blood, which is an imbalance.

Mirren stepped up to Arnelle and she formally introduced herself.

“My name is Mirren Justiha. I’m fourteen years old.”

“Really? You’re the same age as us! That’s great, Arnelle, isn’t it?”

“Yes…”

“What is it? You’re usually a little like a kid, but today you’re particularly calm?”

“That’s not… That’s not…”

The heat of summer lingered on Arnel’s cheeks as he hesitated to refute. It’s the sun that doesn’t go well with the current season when the cold wind blows.

As if Mirren’s eyes were like lightning, seeing Arnel constantly avoiding his eyes made me feel sad.

‘Hmm, I don’t think they’re bad guys.’

With the initial hostile feelings gone, Mirren decided to hang out with them for a day or so.

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A variety of weapons were lined up in the gymnasium. Even if she robbed half of the imperial palace’s arsenal, it was a sight to believe.

Me and Bartlante face each other on a bleak land where the word Geomsandohae fits perfectly.

“Inspiration… What did you do? Make it clear that you’re immortal?”

I could hear Netion Peace’s thoughts while sweating profusely in the cold temperature.

[Can it be that? Keep quiet It will be a great opportunity for you too.]

“What are you up to?”

[There is no white girl’s spell, so it’s easy to interfere with the body even in the world of images. Don’t worry. You just need to relax and focus on learning the senses.]

“A sense?”

[You’ll find out soon. The difference between seeing and doing is beyond imagination. Where does it start… Is it a window?]

Battlante picked up a spear among the weapons on display. In response, Netionpeace also picks up a spear and returns to the gymnasium.

The postures of the two people holding the spears and posing were the same as if they were reflected in a mirror.

The signal to announce the start of the duel is an instant.

“The duel between the Duke of Chester and the Marquis of Nephi Alteon is declared here!”

Under the emperor’s declaration, the distance between me and Batlante has grown closer.

Quaaa!

The two men’s spear points rushed fiercely at each other. I felt like I was going to cry while each of them exchanged their frenzied murderous intentions without hesitation.

‘Wow, wow!? Damn it, even though inspiration controls my body, my senses and vision are mine, so it’s to die for! I’m terribly scared!!!’

Battlante’s gigantic body pierces the long spear without hesitation and rushes like an armored train. I’m intuiting to dodge it dizzyingly right in front of my eyes.

The banquet of weapons that sincerely try to pierce me. Anxiety caused by completely surrendering my safety to someone else. All of that was making me cry.

“The Marquis’ skills are quite good. But! How about this?”

Battlante’s green eyes flared up explosively. Even an idiot could tell that his ability increased like a flood.

[Oh, that’s a spirit worthy of inheriting the name of Bartlante.]

Speculation.

It is an unknown power that can be called the racial characteristic of the Chester family. A unique ability that oxidizes life force that is difficult to contain in a container and raises the body’s ability by several levels!

[It’s said to burn his vitality, but Bartlan Te used to recover his vitality even while using fighting skills.]

‘What is that? It’s a scam! Doesn’t that mean the power is infinite?’

[That was a man named Bartlante Chester. This child will soon reach a similar stage. It’s still… Not enough, though.]

My heart was pounding. It is a phenomenon in which the emotions of Netion Peace are assimilated. A lump of joy and joy spread throughout his body.

At the same time, the tip of Netionpeace’s spear bent like a snake. It was a spearmanship with graceful movements enough to create such an illusion.

Chang! Visor! Sugar!

Surely, Bartlante’s physical ability must have increased several times, but the netion piece’s spear opened his chest effortlessly and effortlessly.

Around the time the opponent’s expression began to change strangely, Netty On Peace borrowed my mouth from him.

[No, no. Chester’s spear is a comet. It contains power that cannot be matched at the tip of a spear, but it flows like a tail of light.]

“What?!”

A disrespectful advice, and an attitude that seems to know Chester’s martial arts well. It was only natural that Bartlante’s heart would be troubled.

“Haaap!”

Battlante’s speculation caused a violent whirlwind. A series of actions to turn the tables. The sight was blocked, and the spear blades facing each other lost their way and hesitated.

Netionpeace’s judgment was short-lived. He lowered his lower body, spun around and threw the spear. The spear, which flew like a meteor, gave off an eerie metallic sound and then crumbled into pieces.

“I thought the same thing.”

[I definitely knew that.]

In the center of the gymnasium where the dust had receded, fragments from the two spear handles flew around. The spears thrown by Bartlante and Netionpis collided.

“Sword!”

[Then this is also a sword.]

The sword that flew from the display stand on the side of Batlante landed in his hand.

Early Elf threw the sword on our side of the display too hard.

‘…Throwing hard?’

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Pain-! Parrr…

The sword cried like an aspen tree trembling on the hard gym floor.

“Irelp…?”

I knew as soon as I saw her as I bent her head. The planting of her coexistence of life and contempt…

[The white girl’s condition is strange.]

“I can’t guess either. Let’s clear up the problems in front of us first.”

There was no need for a separate signal for a clash. As soon as their eyes met, they moved to the center and greeted each other with bloody blades.

Clear… Crack!

The black that accepted Bartlante’s speculation caused the illusion of cutting through space.

Even with a large body like a mountain, his agile and efficient swordsman proved his achievement.

There was no way to put the center of gravity in vain while taking a single step.

Nevertheless, Netion Peace only gives out plain impressions.

[Anyway, that’s a great study. However, it is still not enough to be called the favorite of the era.]

“Kuh…”

He groaned. Obviously, his physical ability, his experience as a soldier, and his reputation would all come first.

Why is it that the man in front of me is so hard to dig in and can’t reach? It was revealed in the expression on his face that he had such doubts.

[The rotten idea has already gone through your head. Trust your instincts. The stacked swordsmanship has no meaning. Cutting well, stabbing well, and dodging well are the laws that eventually return to one.]

“Who are you to deny the martial arts that Chester has accumulated!”

Chaeeng!

The sword of Netionpis soared into the sky. The roar of Bartlante’s anger pushed his reason away for an instant and made his center of gravity collapse.

Netionpiss seized the moment and raised his sword, destroying Bartlante’s gigantic body.

“Not yet, yet!”

As his center of gravity leaned back, he stepped on the ground and retreated to the end of the gymnasium.

As if he knew what his next hand would be, Netionpees discarded his sword and took a large shield.

“I will use the sword!”

At Batlante’s resolute cry, the ducal family’s attendants moved busily.

It was a weapon that five or six people whimpered and commanded.

To put it bluntly, a greatsword with a grotesque appearance.

There was a part where it was difficult to guess the use of a large area like a shield, with an overwhelming size for a single giant to hide.

“Hmm!”

Bartlante lifted his weapon with one hand with the power of reverse divergence. The concept of weight seemed infinitely thin to him.

Netionpeace spoke calmly, as if he was not surprised.

[This is a useful enchantment, so learn it.]

“The Witchcraft?”

Along with his short thoughts, morale was extracted from his fingertips. The aura of black ink consumed the shield and melted it, transforming its form.

The shield, which changes shape like clay, took on the exact same shape as Batlante’s sword. It was a little small as if the mass couldn’t be changed, but that was all.

Bartlante watched in amazement.

“Marquis Alteon wasn’t an ordinary person. But to mimic a sword like nothing else is an insult!”

[Wouldn’t it be okay if you had a rotten gut?]

Netionpiss aimed the strangely shaped greatsword – the sword.

[Once upon a time… When I competed against Bartlante, it would break into a mess.]

A sorrowful monologue.

With the feelings of longing he recalled, new memories flashed through his mind.

A hill with weapons upside down. Ancestor Bartlante, who gives sincere advice. A bet taken playfully.

What he felt was undoubtedly his gratitude towards Bartlante and his friendship as a friend.

Furthermore, the weapons the two are holding in the landscape of memories…!

“Hey, did you mean this from the beginning?”

[Kuh, I must have seen it. It is inconsiderate.]

“The old man must have had an idea.”

I was honestly impressed. That was the intention of ‘that’ Netion Peace!

[… Is it the limit? I wanted to get along a little more, but I can’t help it.]

He raised his sword vertically and stabbed the sky. Seeing his posture, Bartlante’s eyes widened.

“That’s… No, that’s impossible!”

Battlante’s vitality erupts like a volcano. Wearing fighting spirit all over his body and trying to run, he was a huge loaded cannon ball.

It’s only a matter of an instant to break the tension of the confrontation!

Finally, Bartlante charged like a cannonball with his sword in front. In an instant, Netion Peace also struck down the sword in a vertical trajectory.

Quad de de de de de de deuk!

In the aftermath of the sword, enormous pressure rushed forward and split the ground. The shock like a tidal wave that seemed to run endlessly collided with Bartlante’s charge.

“Whoa… Whoaaa!”

“Crazy!”

Reflexively, swear words shot through his throat.

Battlante has been advancing by using the wide blade of his sword like a shield. The enormous power that was blocked by the sword and lost its place bounced around like shrapnel.

The figure of him steadily narrowing the distance seemed to realize the tradition of a carp trying to ascend to heaven against a waterfall.

One shot, another shot. The presence of enormous speculation draws closer.

The aftermath of the defeated sword subsided quietly, and Bartlante, overflowing with vitality, was holding on just in front of her.

I muttered to myself.

‘This is going out.’

I can no longer feel the interference of netion pieces. From now on, it’s completely mine.

Unconditionally, one or two limbs will be cut off, but how can I explain this…

The man’s declaration that I heard in the midst of agony was absurd.

“I lost.”

“Yes?”

“I will admit defeat and transfer my rights to the Marquis of Alteon.”

‘Huh? mmm?!’

It seemed that I was not the only one who had difficulty grasping the situation.

Amid the atmosphere of astonished futility, the emperor suddenly regained consciousness and declared the winner.

“According to the will of the Duke of Chester of Battlente, the duel is declared a victory for the Marquis of Nephi Alteon!”

“…”

No one hastily opened their mouths. In the meantime, only one person applauded.

Clap clap clap clap.

‘Irelp…’

It’s hard to guess her heart as she claps with her stern eyes.

Around the time I was completely distracted.

Bartlante came close to her and held out a hand like a pot lid.

“I express my gratitude to the Marquis.”

“Thank you?”

“Even though it’s a duel, you taught me every corner of where I was weak, and even gave me the legacy of my ancestors. There’s no way to repay a favor like heaven.”

“…”

The teachings are easy to guess. In the first place, teaching was the true purpose of Netion Peace.

The words that sounded like provocation were by no means private taunts.

It was all a favor to repay the next generation with gratitude for the predecessor Bartlante. That’s why I pinched the essence of the Chester family that Bartlante had missed and gave advice.

Is there any other way to return favors like this as a martial artist?

‘Then what is the legacy of the ancestors? … Omg!’

I thought about it for a while, then hesitated at Bartlante’s eyes full of kindness.

It was embarrassing to see the burdensome eyes added to the burdensome physique.

He said.

“I don’t have any shame, but if it’s not rude, I’d like to ask the Marquis.”

“What is…?”

He shouted as he straightened his back.

“Please be my teacher. I want to be taught about martial arts like today!”

“Yai-san, are you crazy? Then I die!!!”

‘Sorry, but I’ll decline.’

“… Marquis of Alteon…?”

……

Ah.

Has the monologue and answer in your heart changed?

…

I got rid of duels, courtesy, and everything, and jumped out of nowhere.