“Oh, you here?”
Deidrick had always feared that sarcastic smile. But it's this one
This time was different.
I can do it.
As soon as he remembered the girl, the trembling from his body faded.
“I thought we would have a fight after a long time.”
Somerset often used bouts as an excuse to humiliate Diderick.
“It was just a fight, wasn't it?”
If Somerset taunted him with that argument, Diderick knew he wouldn't be able to fight back.
“What are you waiting for? Come here”
Daedric picked up a wooden sword from nearby and slowly advanced towards the fighting platform.
At the sight of him, Somerset's smile disappeared. His lips stiffened in cold astonishment and he exhaled sarcastically.
“…huh”
Daedric, who had never held a sword before, was now standing holding a wooden sword.
A nervous smile appeared on Somerset's lips.
“He never touched a sword, and now he challenges me?”
Dideric's insolence kindled fury in Somerset's blood.
He hated him.
He hates him because he resembles the Duke so much, because he remained steadfast despite everything
Insults, and because his presence alone made Somerset jealous. Over time, this jealousy worsened until everything Deidrick did irritated him.
Despite all his attempts to discourage him, Deidrick was always the first in
Monthly evaluations, excluding swordsmanship.
Somerset knew that the Duke was watching Daerrick, and that his mother
She started to worry about him.
Somerset had long sought the Duke's recognition, but in the end, it was Daederick who attracted his attention.
“This is why I hate you.”
“You are just an illegitimate son, and yet you steal my father’s attention.”
His only consolation was that he was superior to Daedric in swordsmanship. But now….
“Do you dare to hold the sword?”
The Blackwood Family was the sword that protected the empire
Its members are naturally gifted in combat.
But not Dedrick.
Even if he had talent, without a coach, it would have no value.
No one would dare train him.
Somerset's eyes sparkled with a malicious gleam.
*********
Elsewhere…..
Maybe I should sneak in and take a look….
no. I shouldn't.
This was the first promise between me and Didi, and I couldn't break it that easily.
In fact, I didn't need to go to know what Somerset was going to do.
It will humiliate him in front of the knights, shatter his pride, and ensure that he will never wield a sword again.
Fear of humiliation is what kept Deidrick away from dueling until he was nineteen.
But despite his late start, in just two years he became the strongest swordsman on the continent.
Thanks to his exceptional physique, his quick reflexes, his natural talent, and most importantly... his continuous efforts.
But I can't wait two years.
He needs a teacher, and I can't let Somerset continue to torment him.
I saw how he exhausted himself, how he minimized his sleep and pushed his body to the limit.
I want to help him, even if just a little.
“And that person would be the perfect teacher for him!”
Should I look for them now? Or should I wait?
While I was thinking, the door suddenly opened.
“Didi?”
No response.
Is it someone else?
I jumped over the closet and found not cute little Deidrick but annoying Axel.
My voice came out angry without thinking
“What are you doing here?!”
Axel, who knew that Deidrick was out, wandered around carelessly and then glanced at the desk.
After seeing the carefully arranged papers, he muttered sarcastically:
“You annoying bastard.”
"Get out !"
He just came to make trouble, and I could feel it.
Even if he couldn't see me, I looked at him angrily and clenched my hands tightly.
“Why is this place so lonely? Even my brother said he saw a ghost here the last time... Whenever you disturb that scoundrel, strange things happen!”
“Oh, it's me.”
“Come in!” Axel shouted. A servant entered carrying a small box.
“Lift the lid and throw it in. Then get rid of all the evidence, understood?”
“Yes sir. I will cover him with the blanket so he won’t notice.”
“Before that bastard comes back.”
After Axel left, the servant opened the box, spilling its contents onto Didi's bed.
I stood amazed.
Has he lost his mind?! Scorpions?!”
I quickly ran to examine it, and deliberately felt the sting of one of them. Acute swelling, then blackening around the wound. Moments later, I felt nauseous, and my head began to spin.
“Oh my God… the poison is strong.”
I steeled myself and crawled back to the closet and closed the door, trying to regain consciousness.
The servant's cry rose in the place.
But I didn't have time to worry about it now...
“That bastard... like his mother, brings nothing but bad luck.”
“Do you dare to speak?”
She stared at him coldly.
Sweat began to trickle down my forehead, and I felt my body weakening
More. I lay inside the closet, trying to fix myself.
Chills…nausea…severe headache….
“The symptoms are very bad. But I have been through worse.”
Despite the dizziness, she was determined to take revenge.
Then...I lost consciousness.
On the battlefield...
Somerset sneered as he kicked Didi's outstretched hand
“Did you really think you could defeat me just because you held a wooden sword?”
But Didi hid his anger and answered calmly:
“Just trying means a lot to me.”
“Are you crazy? Why try something you know you will fail at?
Then, Didi remembered his conversation with the girl a few days ago: When he expressed his embarrassment at his level of fighting, she responded indifferently.
“Of course, Didi is not good yet. But keep trying. You're trying to succeed, right? “No one makes fun of anyone who tries.”
“What if they did?”
“I will beat them all.”
His frustration suddenly vanished, and he answered confidently:
“I challenge myself because I want to succeed.”
Somerset pursed his lips angrily.
“You bastard...”
Despite the pain, Didi grabbed the sword again and stood up with determination. He didn't want to be just a victim anymore.
At least, he wanted to tell her….
I resisted
Even if he looks weak now……
He believed that one day, he would win.
She believes in him, she believes he will become great. That's why... he wanted to live up to her trust.
Don't be afraid. As she said...
“They are afraid of you.”
His body stopped shaking.
He had finally overcome his fear.
“I can do it.”
He advanced towards Somerset, his decrepit body taking more hits, but he did not stop.
And then...
Somerset froze.
For a moment, he saw in Didi the image of the Duke holding the sword. His eyes widened in shock.
The translator's comment: The same person kicks his dragon brothers, making them disgusted and proud
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