northernbook Chapter 501 Metternich
Chapter 501 Metternich
The battle was fierce, and the crowd couldn't help but exclaim from time to time because of the thrilling killing moves. Outsiders were just watching the excitement, but in the crowd, guardians such as Lucas and Ian had very serious expressions.
"—If Metternich wins this battle, will he officially become the King's First Knight?"
It was the Knights of Light who were standing at a distance to maintain order and were slacking off and chatting.
"—But that Knight Russell is still in office..."
"—If you want to avoid being disliked when you're old, you should voluntarily give up your position. The world will always belong to the young. This young master of the Metternich family is not even twenty years old yet and has a promising future. Of course, he will be favored by Your Majesty."
"Oh, it's too late for you to flatter him now. How can a knight who was kissed on the cheek by the gods and suddenly favored by the gods look down on you guys who bullied him in the past..."
"Oh, how can you say that? Maybe that was just a test arranged for him by Father God, and we are the ones who made him successful." The person who spoke had no guilt in his tone.
Lucas, who had quietly squeezed to the edge of the crowd to observe the movements of the Knights of Light, seemed to be lost in thought when he heard the voice.
"Have you heard of this person?" Lucas squeezed back to his companions and whispered to Ian next to him after sharing the information.
In Gloria, Lilith had long been known for her outstanding performance in both swordsmanship and martial arts in the Academy Cup. She and Catherine were known as the two beauties of Gloria because of her formidable strength. Although Mr. Wolfe did not like to praise people, he kept telling them to learn more from Lilith, and he almost said that she was a genius.
But the man across from him, Metternich, was holding his own against Lilith. In contrast to Lilith's cautiousness, each of his strikes carried a fierce, murderous intent, even gaining a subtle advantage in terms of momentum. How could such a figure exist within the Knights of Light? What did it mean to be kissed on the cheek by a god, to be suddenly blessed by the gods?
A deep wrinkle formed between Ian's brows. He tried hard to recall but could not find any memory of this name from his short career in the Knights Templar. However, according to common sense, such a talented young knight should not have emerged now, but should have stood out early like Lilith.
In the duel arena, Lilith had the same doubt in her heart. The cold steel slashed downwards, and the blood that was thrown out drew a beautiful arc on the ground. After another confrontation, she finally injured the opponent. Metternich's storm-like offensive finally stopped. If it were not for the slightly heavy breathing coming from the white armor, Lilith really suspected that it was just a body controlled by the necromancer, and he would not stop until he killed her.
——Isn't it a bit too strong? Lilith, who has always been confident, began to doubt her life.
"...Nice sword."
The taciturn Knight Metternich finally spoke, his voice sounding unusually young. While the two of them were catching their breath, he fixed the gap in his shoulder armor that was pierced by Lilith. The sword looked thin, but it withstood his broadsword's repeated attacks without even the blade being bent. Not only that, the opponent also found an opportunity to stab him in the shoulder.
Lilith raised her sword, the cold steel gleaming in the sunlight. She grinned, not caring that the other party couldn't see through her helmet, and boasted proudly, "Love comes from Dragonfang Castle."
Another exclamation echoed from the crowd as the two figures intersected again after a brief pause. On the highest viewing platform, Queen Tserwini couldn't help but lean forward, peering nervously down. Beside her, King George wore a smile of assured victory, a smile that irked Tserwini at the mere sight of it.
"What are you so proud of? It's as if your male favorite will definitely win." Tserwini's voice was neither loud nor soft. Anyway, the nobles nearby heard it all. Ambiguous and surprised looks were circulating among the crowd.
"...Do you think I'm you?!" King George couldn't laugh anymore. The veins on his forehead were throbbing. What kind of male favorite was this? He really wanted to kill this outspoken woman!
"That's right. If she was beautiful, how could she hide in armor all day and pretend to be a mouse?" Tserwini figured it out, but then she couldn't help rolling her eyes. "She's so secretive and pretentious. You're like your master, like your dog."
"you--!"
"Your Majesty, would you like a glass of lemoncello? My father brought me some fine yellow lemons from my hometown." Margaret appeared with a smile on her face and bravely squeezed into the confrontation between the two majesties. It was okay to have a moderate quarrel, but don't make His Majesty the King lose his energy, as that would take away the military deployment on the field.
"Is there any ice?"
"of course."
"Alright alright!"
Margaret breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called the waiter behind her to come forward.
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"—There's no need to add to the suffering."
Perhaps to increase his recovery time, or perhaps because he had truly lost his patience, Knight Metternich became more vocal on the duel field. "You don't have the scent of murder on you. I can give you a quick death."
"So the smell on you is that of someone you've killed?" The swords of the two men wrestling made a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction. They were so close that Lilith smelled a smell like rusted brass from each other, not pungent but unpleasant.
"--It smells stinky." Mental attack is also an attack.
"sulfuric acid!"
The opponent swung the sword upward with force, pushing away Lilith's pressure and thereby creating distance between them. His breathing inside the armor became heavier.
"--Somewhat familiar." Lilith shrugged again.
Metternich gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and the black slit on his helmet pointed towards Lilith, his surging murderous intent no longer suppressed.
"...Woman, you're so noisy." He rushed over.
Lilith couldn't help but sneer, "Dude, you're really pretending."
And she likes to fight this kind of people. Lilith did not retreat or dodge, but swung her sword!
"Bam—!"
The crowd burst into an uproar and screamed, and this time it was King George's turn to stand up. He walked to the edge of the stands and smiled with satisfaction.
The reckless girl from the Friar family was knocked out and landed on the edge of the duel arena. She stuck her sword into the gap in the wood to avoid falling. After climbing up, she began to spit out blood in large mouthfuls. She had to take off her helmet to prevent herself from choking to death.
"What's going on?!" Hannah's face turned pale as she frantically asked her companions, "What happened? What happened?"
The two people were moving too fast. During the fight, she didn't see anything clearly before she saw Lilith flying out.
Everyone saw that blood seemed to be flowing from the corners of Lilith's eyes and ears, and that Metternich was walking towards her with a sword in hand, but she remained indifferent. Instead, among the millions of people, she fixed her cold gaze on King George in the stands.
Even though they were only a short distance away, King George subconsciously let go of the railing and took a step back.
"...No, it's not her!" After the initial surprise, Ian suddenly reacted.
——Something happened to Lariel!
At the same time, a huge crowd of people was blocking the east gate of the city. The gate that had been opened long ago could no longer be closed. Finally, the first mob that rushed up the city wall cut the guard's neck with a knife and pushed him down.
"Oh!"
The sound of flesh and blood hitting the hard stone slabs was shocking. The city defense line began to collapse, and the rioters took the opportunity to rush forward even more fiercely!