The Escort Knight Who Is Being Obsessed Over by the Villainess Wants To Run Away

7. Reluctance to attend the birthday party (3)

A dueling competition against rooms where they compete for the chance to attend Elijah’s birthday banquet.

100 Florins will be awarded to each member of the winning room as a prize.

I was reluctant at first, but I was determined to win.

Coveting money is secondary.

I want to pour protein into my body until I’m full.

Because even one day is fine.

The next reason is Gulliot.

I came to the finals and competed against the room he belonged to, and Guliott was selected as the starting player.

I can never lose.

I don’t want to lose.

If the other side opposes me that much, I have no intention of being nice either.

‘I win unconditionally.’

*

The flow of the finals was rather futile.

Our room, Room 13, is not that strong considering the total number of people.

Just about half way.

The fact that I reached the final was also a result of good luck.

On the other hand, Room 15 is not like that.

First of all, Gulliot is at the top of all candidates.

The rest of the staff can’t take it lightly either.

Even the people who were selected as contestants were quite different in skill.

The result.

“The third contestant in Room 13, confirmed unable to fight. Next up, Dylan. From now on.”

It’s already Dylan’s turn, the fourth matchup.

On the other hand, Room 15 is still the first confrontation.

In other words, one person lost three people.

I didn’t expect the gap to be this big.

Room 13 came up by half luck.

Room 15 broke through only with skills.

Is this a natural result?

‘I don’t want to lose…. I hate that I fought well even though I lost….’

Felin, the third opponent, returned to the waiting room without power.

A tall boy, about 14 years old, skinny and freckled.

Did you say you were a 10th grader?

Suddenly, I memorize all the things I came up with.

“Sorry….”

He muttered weakly as he entered.

Richard, who came down to the waiting room and cheered, encouraged me.

“Hey, why are you acting so guilty? You didn’t do anything wrong, man.”

Aside from that, the area around the waiting area was crowded with people from Room 13.

I came down to cheer for my roommates.

The waiting area in room 15 on the other side was also full of people.

Unlike here, there is a festive atmosphere over there.

As if he had already won.

“Looks like we lost….”

Richard laughed at Felin’s grumbling.

“Man. If you do, what will become of the remaining Judas?”

Only then did Felin spot me and shake his head apologetically.

Understanding that feeling, I just shrugged.

As if it was no big deal.

“Well, to be honest, the 3 people who got ahead were really worthless guys.”

At those words, Feline became even more teary-eyed.

Richard grinned and pointed at Dylan with his chin.

“But, he left first.”

The host and second person in Room 13.

Dylan is second only to Richard.

He stared at his opponent with sunken eyes.

The first confronter in Room 15 raised his chin arrogantly and said.

With an obvious sneer.

“Why don’t you give up early? That would be better than having everything broken by me alone.”

Dylan didn’t answer.

I just stare calmly.

The ignored opponent’s face turned red.

“The event is free sparring. I will begin.”

Gawain checked the condition of the two of them once more, then raised his glove.

Took. At the same time as falling, the opponent rushed.

With mockery, the wooden sword fell fiercely.

“Pretending to be proud!”

Dylan moved without changing his expression.

From the middle position, aiming at the opponent at belly level, to the top position, aiming above the head.

Tak! The colliding wooden swords slid off each other.

The opponent’s wooden sword barely grazed Dylan.

Meanwhile, Dylan’s sword point pierced his opponent’s throat.

“Kuk-!”

The opponent grabbed his neck and stepped back.

His face turned red as if he felt shame.

He corrects his posture and runs.

“Don’t mess with me-!”

Dylan calmly fought back.

Throwing his sword aside, he struck his opponent’s wrist.

The opponent missed the sword.

A staggering opponent.

Dylan quickly catches up.

A sword held with one hand.

Pretend to stab him, grab his collar with his free hand and push while hooking his leg.

The sword landed on the face of the fallen opponent.

“Ha, surrender-!”

Just before the tip of the sword touches the forehead.

The other party hurriedly shouted.

I stopped right in front of Dylan’s black brow.

Dylan muttered puzzledly as he slowly got up.

“Alternatively, why are you talking in the middle of a battle… ? Breathing would be disrupted…. How rare….”

Innocent curiosity.

Because it was pure curiosity, the loser rather lowered his head with a more humiliating expression.

“Room 15, defeat. Let the next contestant come out.”

The cheers of the audience grew louder.

It was an underdog rebellion that kept losing.

*

Since then, Dylan has continued his winning streak.

It was exactly as Richard said.

Dylan took down the remaining three in an instant.

The event was changed, so even with a different weapon, he easily won.

It was a short battle, but there was a lot to learn.

‘It’s like a textbook.’

His movements were concise and rigid.

He performed the postures taught during his movement training exactly as if they were drawn in a textbook.

‘The other person is also a person, how could that be?’

Unlike me, who was purely admiring, Richard clicked his tongue.

“Tsutsu. Fighting like that is frustrating.”

“… ….”

Don’t you think that your fighting style is too ignorant?

I don’t think so.

And finally, the fifth confrontation in Room 15.

Gulliot came out.

Dylan is quite tall in our room.

Gulliot was bigger than that.

‘It should be 180.’

Dylan and Guliott looked at each other in silence.

Gawain explained the sport.

“Swordsmanship sparring. It cannot be used except for the sword and body.”

Guliott put the shield away from him.

The two didn’t say anything.

We just pointed our swords at each other.

“I will begin.”

Gawain dropped his glove.

The results were disastrous.

Dylan fought well.

I tried to dodge or spill the sword that came down, and even tried to counterattack.

I even managed to counterattack a few times.

That was all.

Gulliot took no damage from Dylan’s counterattack.

On the other hand, Dylan found it difficult to block Guliott’s attacks.

The sword finally broke.

After the sword broke, he attacked with his bare hands.

It was a meaningless outburst.

As Dylan was helplessly beaten, he did not cry out surrender to the end.

He didn’t use evil, but he was extremely persistent.

‘Why so much….’

To the extent that I, who are on the same side, have such doubts.

“Stop. The opponent has no strength to resist.”

In the end, Gawain stepped in and stopped it.

Considering the overwhelming skill gap, Dylan fought really well.

But he couldn’t win.

It was a sample of the saying, “I lost but fought well.”

“Next. The contestant in Room 13. Judah. From now on.”

“Whoa….”

I took a deep breath and stood up.

In the end, I had to come.

In the middle of the arena, Guliott stared straight at me, as if he was out of breath.

“Kill and come.”

Richard tapped him on the shoulder.

“Yes. I’ll be back.”

“Win! Drop that huge piglet and come!”

“You can lose, so don’t overdo it!”

I walked forward with the support of the people in my room on my back.

On the way out, Dylan returned to the waiting room with Argon’s support.

He said.

“I’m sorry…. As much as possible, I tried to…. I can’t seem to lose my strength….”

“… ….”

Only then did I realize.

That Dylan fought so hard because of me who stayed behind.

I would have liked to have caused at least a minor injury, but Dylan couldn’t.

“Senior.”

I tapped him on the shoulder and said.

“If you put it like that, don’t you think I’m going to lose?”

At the brazen words that I would win of course, Dylan and Argon stared blankly at me.

I gave them both a grin.

“I will kill you and come back.”

“Intentional killing is prohibited by the rules….”

“Go in and watch.”

Ignoring Dylan’s grumbling, I moved to the stage where Guliott was waiting.

‘Anyway, a young guy has a strong sense of responsibility.’

I’m not the moderator for nothing.

I wasn’t sad to think I was going to lose.

It is a realistic and rational reasoning.

To be honest, I can’t guarantee victory either.

A newcomer who has been enlisted for less than a month.

He is young and has a small body.

On the other hand, it hasn’t been long since he enlisted, but he is a promising prospect. Gulliot.

He is quite old, has a large body, and even received training separately.

You must have a lot of experience.

‘Still, I win.’

I don’t know about the possibility of losing.

This isn’t Judas’ body, but I’ve competed against opponents stronger than myself countless times in my previous life.

But none of them beat me.

I finally stood in front of Guliott.

It’s so big that you have to bend your head to lift it.

Is it because of my mood that the size looks bigger today?

‘The odds of winning would be a little better if I went to hand-to-hand combat…. If you have to fight with a weapon, a sword assistant. You have to fight with your bare hands. Is there a technique that makes the opponent miss the sword….’

Gawain revealed the sport.

“Bare handed fighting. Both opponents, drop your weapons.”

He let out a sigh of relief and put away his sword and shield.

“Surrender.”

Gulliot looked down at me and said.

“This is not a provocation. You are so small and weak compared to me. If you control your power incorrectly, you could kill it. This is true.”

As if Gawain was worried about the same thing, he waited for my answer.

It was bullsh*t that you don’t need to worry about.

I said something not kind at all, in a kind tone.

“Stop talking nonsense. Seniors.”

“… ….”

“I honestly don’t know why my senior hates me so much. I can’t figure it out, so I’m going to make a reason today.”

I raised my middle finger and held it up toward his face.

Gulliot’s face crumpled.

“Wouldn’t that be a good reason to dislike me if I lost to you?”

The cheers of the crowd exploded hotly.

You can’t hear the voice.

But this upright stop would be enough to understand the situation.

“… Have no regrets.”

There was a lot of truth in what he said.

In a duel, even if you die, you are not held accountable.

And he’s really strong enough to kill me.

Still, I did not back down.

The thing I hate more than dying is running away.

A high place at the end of the field of vision.

I saw Elijah.

She was laughing.

It’s like a villainess who enjoys the pain of others.

Since when have you been smiling like that?

Probably from the beginning.

Gawain raised his gloves high and spoke sternly.

“… I will begin.”

As soon as her gloves hit the floor, Guliott slashed.

***

One, two, three.

How many were hit?

Judah gave up at Seboda.

I was hit too many times, and I couldn’t afford it.

From the beginning until now, Judas has been busy blocking.

That wasn’t even defense.

The difference in strength was extreme.

If I block it with my arm, my arm hurts.

It was like being hit with the arm instead of the face.

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I can’t say I stopped it.

I crouched down to avoid hitting important vital areas such as my face and abdomen.

I didn’t even think of a counterattack.

It’s not even within reach.

Before skill, weight class was unfair.

At first, everyone cheered except room 13.

One-sided violence stimulated human sadistic nature and impulses.

It was a thrilling pleasure that I wouldn’t normally enjoy.

That’s only for a while.

The longer the confrontation, the quieter the crowd.

A sight of a strong young man mercilessly beating a boy half his size.

It was not a confrontation.

It was just assault and abuse.

It would have been better if both sides had taken up arms.

The scene of beating with bare hands was overly brutal.

“It doesn’t have to be dried… ?”

In the waiting room in Room 13, Lindell said anxiously.

Richard frowned at him, and Dylan turned his head, unable to bear to look.

“I’m really going to die if I do that!”

Argon shouted, but Gawain showed no signs of interfering.

Gawain was also in trouble.

You should have stopped the game already.

It’s a confrontation with an obvious outcome.

However, Judas did not give up.

I get up terribly after falling.

Even though he was bleeding, his eyes shone brightly.

Like a beast trying to spot the weakness of its prey.

He was full of will to fight.

I don’t even call for surrender.

In that case, you can’t intervene.

Elijah, who had been laughing, erased his smile before he knew it.

She didn’t really watch the game until Judas came out.

She looked down and waited for Judas to come out.

Then Judas came out, and the duel began.

What would you like to show?

I laughed in anticipation, but Judas was consistently hit.

At that point, the smile disappeared.

I couldn’t figure out why.

Because it’s not fun?

Because Judas didn’t show her something as much as she expected?

Is that really all, Elijah couldn’t be sure.

If there is another reason, what is it?

“Ha ha ha….”

Gulliot caught her breath.

The person who hit me was rather tired.

She couldn’t believe it.

She must have already broken her bones and burst her muscles, so she could stand like that.

He was jealous of Judas.

Even that confident appearance now is like that.

Aren’t the spectators who were cheering for them sympathizing with Judas before they knew it?

Guliott clenched her molars and swung her fists.

f*ck!

Judas couldn’t stop it and hit her in the face.

Falling backwards, he got up quickly.

“… Stop. Now.”

Gulliot said in a suppressed voice.

“You can’t win. At this rate, I would really die.”

Two.

Judas spat bloody spit on the floor, and raised her middle finger again, shaking her body.

She couldn’t afford to speak as she was catching her breath.

“… OK. If that’s what you really want As a senior, I will listen to you personally.”

That look that is lofty to the end.

As if it were only natural, that light that drew attention and made it an ally was terribly repulsive.

Gulliot raised mana.

Strengthening the body.

Unless its enhanced body hits something, it is undetectable from the outside.

In case Gawain would find out in advance, he strengthened only the extremities of his fists.

I planned to kill him in one blow.

“Whoop, whoop….”

Judas caught her breath and strained her eyes.

My vision kept getting blurry.

Gulliot split in two and then came back as one.

Her knees are shaking.

My consciousness was halfway clouded.

I just stood there by instinct.

The instinct not to lose.

I felt a strange power from Guliott as she stopped.

A power that spreads like a ripple.

mana.

Judah’s consciousness was sharpened by that foreign power.

The use of magical power is permitted only between those who can.

Why doesn’t Gawain notice?

He knew why he was right.

Is it because the mana she possesses is the moon attribute?

I don’t know.

It’s too late to call a halt.

I don’t like that either.

The mana that spread from Gulliot touched the mana of Judas.

For several days, the mana passed through her deer traveled through her veins and warmed her body.

‘Win.’

What must I do to win?

What she can do.

What you are good at.

He remembered the past.

The past should now be called a past life.

He himself lived in a place called Earth, Korea.

An identity that was temporarily forgotten while living and adapting here.

Guliott, who had been striding, started running.

Memories rushed into my head at a rapid pace.

Name. Gang Won.

Gender. Male.

Guliott pulled back his fist. To hit hard.

The trembling in my body stopped.

[Magical Liberation (Lv.3)]

For some reason, my energy has returned.

I couldn’t come back, and my whole body was overflowing with energy.

Moon attributes.

In other words, it was caused by the special magical power imbued with the power of God, but Judas had no time to confirm it.

Instead of a clouded consciousness, instinct thinks.

‘Only once. It’s fine even if it’s just once, it’s fine if you don’t catch it…. If only I could get my hands on those sleeves and collar…. I’ve done a lot of using power against it….’

She stretched out her hand.

The left hand is the sleeve of the opponent’s right arm.

The right hand is the opponent’s collar.

Remaining memories flood in.

What I was doing. What I wanted to do.

Physical student. Leave of absence.

Those who voluntarily quit the national team selection event.

My dream at that time was to win an Olympic gold medal.

Event, Judo.

A slow outstretched hand touched the sleeve and collar.

Hold on tightly.

The opponent was running as hard as he could.

The center of gravity of the body has already tilted.

All you have to do is add.

Movement engraved in instinct.

A skill that the soul remembers, not the body.

‘Pick up.’

As soon as I grabbed it, I rotated my body backwards.

I bent my head forward and pulled the guillotine with all my might.

Heavy things were placed on his back.

As it is, I twisted my back and pelvis as hard as I could.

This is a finishing move that passes the opponent.

Kung-!

A dull, heavy sound echoed through the arena.

Gulliot collided with the floor.

The inertia of running, the lifted height, and the power of Judas enhanced by the magic of the moon.

All of that carried Guliott to the floor.

“Keep it!”

Gulliot let out a heavy moan.

The pain of being short of breath and crushing the whole body is fleeting.

You turn your eyes away while making a sigh.

“Ha ha ha….”

Judah looked down at the stunned Guliott.

I took a deep breath and belatedly recognized the situation.

‘Win… !’

The moment I thought so.

“Wow!”

Hundreds of spectators, who had been silenced even breathing, cheered in unison.

A deafening roar.

My skin was itchy.

In the middle of it, Judas peeked at a fragment of her longed-for dream.

A dream blocked by a realistic wall.

“Ha ha ha….”

He laughed weakly.

My legs gave out and I sat down.

I couldn’t stop laughing because I had pleasant goosebumps all over my body.

“Judas.”

Judgment, Gawain has come.

For some reason, the gaze looking down was cold.

“Disqualification due to non-consensual use of mana.”

“… ….”

Judas looked up at him blankly.

As if he didn’t understand what he just heard.

The cheers of the crowd gradually died down.

The moment Judas tried to make an excuse.

“Wait.”

Someone cautiously stepped in between them.

It was Elijah’s closest maid, Leah.

“My lady, regarding this confrontation, she says she has something to testify as a mage.”

Gawain and Judas.

Then all the spectators looked around.

Elijah, who was sitting in a high seat, came down the stairs gracefully.

Jerobeok, jeobeok.

The quiet arena was filled with the sound of Elijah’s footsteps.