The Second Son of the Count Is Too Good - The Second Son of the Count Is Too Good chapter 69

Everyone in the store had the same idea at the same time.

‘Am I insane?’

Bjorn’s gaze scanned Luke. The muscles of the body were properly positioned, and the calluses characteristic of a swordsman were present on the hands.

At least I’m not a guy who plays and eats tangja tangja.

‘But that’s about it.’

Any knight with a spirit of improvement would do that level of effort. Luke didn’t look particularly special than them.

Looking at that clear skin without a single scar, it was questionable whether he had gone through a real battle.

“Are you going to send out an agent?”

Duels involving proxies are not uncommon among nobles. Not all nobles are well versed in swordsmanship.

In a duel where real life and honor were at stake, a proxy was usually used. But Luke shook his head.

“No, I go out myself.”

“… … .”

“why? scared?”

“Crazy.”

Bjorn involuntarily spat out a curse word. No matter how much he trained, to compete with him with that small body.

It was absurd at first, but as time went by, the heat in my head rose. Does that mean you look so stupid?

“Have no regrets.”

“Bring your weapon.”

After saying that, Luke rose from his seat. As if to follow me, I led the way out of the inn, and Bjorn let out a devastated laugh.

What on earth do you believe in? Was he a proficient swordsman in my domain?

‘It wouldn’t matter either way.’

Whatever the source of that confidence, it didn’t change that he insulted himself. Then there was only one thing to do.

“Alec.”

“Yes, Bocchan.”

“Bring my axe.”

* * *

The two faced each other outside the inn, widening their distance. One is a kid who has just passed the age of majority.

The other side was a warrior of reversal from the aura to the appearance. In a gambling game, 100 out of 100 would bet on Bjorn.

“Give me one last chance. Retract the insult and apologize.”

It was Bjorn’s own mercy. A duel is sacred. It should not be easy to earn, and once it starts, it should never be finished.

So, I’ll give you a chance before you look at the bad side. Luke pricked his ears at the compassionate consideration.

“Stop your ass and grab an axe. It’s ugly.”

“… … .”

A vein popped out of Bjorn’s forehead. this kid

‘I’ll have to break it somewhere to come to my senses.’

Bjorn held a pair of axes in each hand. A heavy feeling that has been felt for a long time.

It’s a weapon I haven’t used in half a year, but it’s familiar to me as if I had wielded it yesterday.

“Are you ready?”

“whenever.”

I didn’t put rhetoric like, I hope it will be a duel without shame to the goddess. That format was just cumbersome in the North.

Bjorn kicked the floor and ran out. With a thump, the footprints dug deep into the floor.

“Suck!”

The ax was swung along with spirited spirits. A neat slash landed on Luke’s head.

Bjorn laughed as he watched Luke raise his sword to block it.

‘Where to stop it, kid.’

If you block it with that weight, your posture will most likely collapse. Then I’ll drive you and make you lose your mind.

It was the moment I thought so.

I’m sorry.

“Knock!?”

Bjorn’s eyes flashed as he was struck by something. Bjorn quickly came to his senses and looked at Luke again.

‘Did I hit it with the hilt!’

I could tell immediately by looking at his posture. In that short interval, it looked like it had dug inward and hit the face.

“Are you done?”

“Not yet!”

Bjorn groaned at Luke’s provocation and grabbed the axe again. Unlike his flushed face, his insides were cool.

‘He knows how to fight.’

If he didn’t, he would have been cut off from the head with an axe. But instead of backing down, you’re moving forward.

A decision that is impossible unless one has gone through several life-and-death battles. With just one blow, the carelessness disappeared.

‘Then I wouldn’t have to watch it!’

Bjorn’s eyes flashed, and he moved his legs to get closer. Unlike before, it was a cautious move to put the opponent in the gap.

As soon as Luke came within range of the axe, Bjorn’s hands moved.

Whoops.

The ax cut through the wind and rushed to Luke’s left and right. At first glance, the slash seemed to be split from both sides.

But that’s just an illusion. In fact, it is a technique to prevent penetration by leaving a difference in spacing.

‘Once you come in, it will be finished right away. If you block it, I’ll give you a couple of blows while staggering.’

If you can’t hold on and collapse, then I’ll beat you so that the tears fall! At that thought, Luke’s sword moved.

I’m sorry.

“Kuh!?”

The sword struck exactly where the force was balanced. Bjorn’s posture collapsed, and the hilt flew again.

I’m sorry.

“… … !”

“Do, young boy!”

When the pommel was stuck in the pit of the stomach, which was a vital point, my breath stopped. As I staggered backwards, I heard a scream from behind.

“Cool, cool! Big!”

After a few seconds, I could barely breathe. I tried to get back into my stance somehow, but Luke hit me faster than that.

Bubbly.

“… … !”

Bone-chilling blows flew from all sides. Bjorn tried to resist somehow, but was stopped with exquisite attacks every time.

On the arm the moment you swing your arm, on the knee the moment you extend your foot. Bjorn, who had been hit helplessly, collapsed backwards as soon as the blow stopped.

dump.

“young master!”

“this guy!”

“I can’t quit!”

The men hesitated at Bjorn’s shout as he fell down. Bjorn stumbled and barely stood up.

“It’s not over yet!”

“Damn it.”

Luke tapped the ground with his sword. It was in a black sheath.

“If you swung it with a sword, you’d be dead right away.”

“… … .”

Bjorn’s mouth fell shut at the right words. As long as it was a fair duel, even if Luke killed him, Bjorn had nothing to say.

How to conquer the results. But resentment still welled up in Bjorn’s chest.

– It’s not that big of a deal to make enemies with beggars.

Pudeuk.

As soon as I thought about it again, my teeth gnashed. Accepting the duel means accepting his words.

‘If I die, I will die, but I can’t do that.’

Bjorn stood up again, dripping hot liquid from his nose. Luke looked at the scene and put the sword back on his waist.

“… What are you doing!”

“If you want to do more, do it tomorrow.”

“what?”

“It is an extension of the duel. Have you not heard?”

heard and saw An act of pausing a duel for a moment and continuing it the next day, when the victory or defeat cannot be determined until the sun goes down.

But isn’t that what ancient heroes did? It wasn’t something people who would die of exhaustion after fighting all day like now would do.

Even more so if the sun is still in the middle of the sky.

“gibberish!”

Bjorn glared at Luke and shouted. I couldn’t tell if Luke’s intentions were sympathy or ridicule, but either way it was humiliation.

“Shut up and draw your sword! It’s not over yet!”

“You want more hits?”

“Where did you hear that… Keugh!”

Bjorn, who was about to stand up, sat down again. There wasn’t a place where I didn’t get a sore.

Even if I fought like this, I would not be able to move properly and would be defeated one-sidedly. Luke stared at Bjorn and said.

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“Do you want to continue tomorrow? Or would it be better?”

“… … .”

If I had intended to kill him, I would have told him to continue. But somehow, looking at the situation, it seemed that he was planning to keep beating me up.

Bjorn gnashed his teeth. It was humiliating to ask for that bastard’s extension, but it was better than seeing him beaten up in front of his subordinates over and over again.

“… We will continue tomorrow.”

“good.”

Luke laughed in satisfaction at Bjorn’s answer.

“Then now warm up the meal and the bath water. Should I work for the money?”

“… … .”

* * *

The next day, Bjorn approached Luke, who ate and slept well. The injury has not been completely cured, but it seems that there is no hindrance to movement.

“It’s a duel following yesterday!”

“OK.”

Luke nodded and raised his sword again.

Puck, puck, puck.

“Ouch! Whoops!”

And it was beaten unilaterally. The same options flew to Bjorn, who was digging and rolling on the ground.

“Is it an extension? Is it over?”

“If you choose the end, will you kill me?”

“No, beat until you pass out.”

Bjorn trembled. I had no choice but to choose the former again. And so it was.

“This time… … .”

I’m sorry.

“Kek!”

The same question and answer flew to the fallen Bjorn, and the same thing was repeated the next day.

The same thing happened over and over again for a week. Bjorn’s body was getting more bruised and his face was swollen.

“Failure!”

“Tsk.”

Luke clicked his tongue when he saw the lips that couldn’t even be pronounced properly. With a less-than-improved body, I keep increasing my scars and taking on another challenge.

can you win You will know that you lose too. Even so, he ruthlessly challenges himself.

‘I can not admit it.’

That honesty was transmitted to the whole body. The old friend’s face overlapped again.

-I was sick.

‘know.’

-So I’ll leave everything to the captain.

‘Damn it.’

The taste was bitter. That stubbornness was Bjorn’s pride. And when he realized that his pride was in vain, he was crushed.

-The captain decides everything. I’ll just follow

He was a fool. When asked for his opinion during battle, he offered a divine judgment, but he never took the baton.

Rather, he defied his will and obeyed even the most stupid orders. It was a life where I gave up on making my own decisions.

– A guy like me can’t decide.

Do you hate yourself that much? Was he so disgusted with himself for having pride in his wrong judgment?

Enough to curse him to bury all the talents of a monarch in his own body and rot.

“Let’s fight!”

A man with the face of a close friend shouted. Even after being beaten like that, the pride was alive. Luke laughed and opened his mouth.

“Put it off another day.”

“Murager?”

“I’m not feeling well today.”

“… What will happen if I get on it!”

The tongue-tied guy turned around. It wasn’t that it went well because he took a day off, it was unfortunate that he had to postpone the duel that much.

‘If you didn’t like your past self, I’ll fix it.’

The guy’s doctor doesn’t matter. If they didn’t listen, I thought I’d beat them up and beat them again and make them like that.

* * *

The night after a day off from dueling. An unexpected guest came to Luke’s party.

“Hello. This is Marius Greveol.”

Luke looked at the stunned man in front of him. Did he say he was definitely from the Baron Greve family?

Looking at what he was wearing, he looked like a civil servant and aristocrat. Naturally, the words came out harshly.

“This is Luke Bernstein.”

“Keuheum, your words are a bit short.”

Looking at Marius, who gave him a glance, Luke tilted his head.

“If you twist it, you’ll use half words too.”

“… How can an aristocrat who knows culture do that?”

Marius murmured, avoiding Luke’s gaze. His skill at slightly raising himself and lowering Luke was excellent.

Bastard, just looking at it, saying things like that stuck to my mouth.

“What’s your business anyway?”

“It’s a simple thing. They say they’re dueling with Bjorn these days.”

“Is there anyone who doesn’t know that?”

You’re an idiot if you don’t know even though you’re beaten like that every day. Already in Falun, spectators flocked to the duel every morning.

The downside was that there was no sound of support for Luke, and that every time he won, he would stare at him from all directions.

“Well, talking… … .”

“Take the main point. Don’t make your words too long.”

“If you want that.”

Marius sighed, pressed his face closer and whispered.

“Can you kill him, Bjorn, in a duel tomorrow?”