Volume 1 Chapter 41 Genderbend Female Knight, Battle Against The Empire's Knight
"Eleonora, it's time for your next match"
"Oh"
After defeating the braggart mercenary in the first round with 2 strikes, there wasn't much fatigue.
Although she could have continued to the next match right away, considering the other match cards, she watched the other matches, but nothing exciting happened.
(Money, money, money)
Eleonora, whose only thoughts were about the prize money and using it for domain maintenance, hadn't listened at all to who her opponent was.
How many times had she thought about the money she would get by following the acting lord? Now, Eleonora is the gust of wind chasing her dream.
"The second round is between the female knight who showed overwhelming violence earlier, Lady Eleonora, and the dandy Lord François from the Empire of Loriengita!"
A cheer went up, and the knight who climbed onto the stage first was a handsome knight waving and smiling towards the audience.
"Mademoiselle! I watched your previous match! It's the first time I've been overwhelmed like that!"
"Ah, yes"
"You won't get away with it!"
Laughing heartily, the knight, François, introduced himself.
"I am François, the 4th son of Baron Llanlomonsey, a vassal of the Empire of Loriengita! Let us have an extraordinary match!"
"Here comes the hot one..."
François, who declared with his twin swords raised high, then took an upper stance, showing an aggressive style.
"Haaah!!"
Shouting with spirit, he took a step forward with his right foot, but he didn't attack.
He must have thought of it as a threatening technique, aiming to strike when the opponent flinched.
"The death throes of a thief are more beautiful when sung"
"Good grief, dealing with an opponent accustomed to real battles is troublesome."
Saying that, this time he laid the sword horizontally across his chest and shoulders, a practiced move which must be François's true style.
(He's the type to decide with a counter, in this kind of match, I shouldn't make the first move. But if I want to finish it, I have no choice but to attack first.)
However, it is a bad strategy to attack the opponent of the counterattack strategy, but if this is a team battle, they would have attacked from behind and intercepted the opponent who is paying attention to them.
If that can't be done, it's a theory to create an opportunity, but...
(If I let go of my weapon because of the rules, I'll be disqualified.)
Eleonora, who stuck out her tongue because of the elegant tournament, decided that if she had no choice, she should do it quickly and charged head-on.
(If I'm aiming for a counter, I can only attack with a number of moves that can't be countered.)
She tries to slash down from the upper stage with a return of intent, but François's sword hits her and her sword is bent, and she returns it before it completely bends with a pull of her wrist, and then strikes from the front along the median line.
This is deflected, and while killing the momentum, François spins around while leaving his pivot foot, and swings his sword, using that momentum.
This time it was Eleonora's turn to defend and slammed her longsword.
The high-pitched metallic sound of swords clashing resounds 5 times, and Eleonora's face is distorted.
(To think that it would last this long after receiving my swordplay)
François also frowns and ponders.
(To think that I would be pushed back this much)
((Strong))
For a warrior, matching swords for one round is much clearer than exchanging 100 words to measure the opponent.Both recognized that the opponent in front of them was a strong person and gripped the sword's handle even tighter.
Eleonora initiated the attack, and she was again in a thrusting stance, and François easily parried the first strike.
However, the next time she quickly pulled back and thrust again, but François was still able to parry this as well.
However, when it continued for a third and 4th time, he noticed something.
(The speed is increasing!)
The thrust of Eleonora, who forcibly increases her speed with muscles supplemented by magic power, has tremendous power even with François, who has begun to strengthen himself in the same way.
(What to do, should I attack from here?)
There is no decisive blow if he continues to defend, fortunately, it was understood from the previous swordplay, although the attack is great, the defense is average or a little better.
In any case, the attack will probably go on the ground of the greatest defense.
Then, if he doesn't go on the attack from the first blow, the matter will not be settled.
"Haaa!"
With a horizontal slash, Eleonora leaped from left to right, her sword flying into the empty space of François's chest.
In an instant, a shock ran through François's abdomen.
The pommel of Eleonora's sword dug into François's belly
The sword, which had bent in a hook shape, was drawn across his back, and the sound of grating bone echoed.
"The winner, Eleonora!"
Amidst the cheers, François's young follower ran up to the stage and called out.
"Sir François! Are you alright!"
"Ugh, guh.... It's, it's fine"
François, who had risen to his feet with the help of the boy, glared at Eleonora.
"Madam, that was a fierce strike. Are you not equal to the second seat of my country's Twelve Treasured Swords?"
"Even if you say that, this is my first match of another style"
"No, for there to be such a practitioner in the wild. Naroppa is vast"
François laughed "Hahaha," and the laugh triggered a pain that made him wince.
"My ribs are killing me, I still have a long way to go in training"
"Just go to the priest who can heal you, Sir François"
"Yes, I apologize, Madam. It seems I won't be able to see the moment you win"
"Whether I win or not is uncertain, there are still many famous knights left"
"It's human nature to want the opponent you've defeated to win. I'm seriously injured, so I'll let you go. Oh Lord, Aviant"
"Take care of yourself"
As François descended from the stage to applause, Eleonora felt a gaze and looked over to see a young boy, around the age of an elementary or middle school student, staring at her from the royal viewing stand.
Eleonora bowed her head, thinking that if the royal family was watching, but the mouth of the boy, the third prince Horthes Moreno di Ashreach, was moving.
"Who are you, unknown to the gods?"
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