volume 3 - Chapter 220 (2/2)
“I’m asking you how long the ‘rebels’ can last.”
“What do you think? Do you think that youth doesn’t have the possibility to win?” Barre shook his goblet playfully: “He has the Silver Elves and the Dragon race backing him.”
“The Silver Elves were merely pa.s.sing by.”
“And the Dragon race?”
“The Dragon race will never partic.i.p.ate in human affairs so recklessly. This will definitely attract the opposition from the Holy Cathedral, and no one wants to start a Holy War. Even the most lawless dukes from the kingdom.”
“That’s true. But that youth isn’t a worthless fool sheltered by a powerful family. Lord Palas’s character might cost him to suffer greatly at that boy’s hands.”
Makarov sneered: “Is that so? I find that boy to be foolish to the point of laughing at him.”
“What do you mean?” Barre asked intentionally.
“I thought that boy would drag Lord Palas into a stalemate. The expenditure of an army that has the size of thirty thousand is an astronomical number. There is also the lack of trust between the humans and the Madara undead, and Lord Palas will definitely lose once the war drags on.”
” But that youth constructed a defense line at River Gris, preparing to fight a direct battle with Lord Palas, and this strategy disappointed our ‘cunning fox’, right? Indeed, it’s troubling that we lack someone who could rein in Count Randner. I did hear that youth ran Trentheim quite well, perhaps he did it to ensure the harvest for the next year. Have you ever thought that he would truly become a dangerous foe to Count Randner if he manages to survive this battle?”
Count Barre raised an eyebrow and asked, only to be met with a stare from his good friend. He laughed without making a sound:
“Indeed, I also think that he can’t win this battle, but perhaps there’s a miracle. You ought to know that miracles tend to happen when people wish for it, and we need this miracle. So I have prayed sincerely for it, and perhaps Mother Marsha will grant me a miracle for the sake of my prayers.”
It was unreasonable to place hope onto miracles, and Makarov knew that his good friend was merely joking like his usual self. But their little discussion was unintentionally overheard by a girl who was preparing for the compet.i.tion.
“Freya, what’s wrong with you?” One of the female students prodded the lost girl, and the latter seemed like she gained back her senses.
“Yes? Huh?”
“Well now, why do you look like you lost your soul, are you thinking of a boy?” That girl giggled.
“…… Y-you, what nonsense are you talking about?” Freya blushed immediately. These girls from n.o.bility were much bolder when it came to affairs between a man and a woman. Even though everyone stopped at an appropriate point, the young girl who came from Bucce still felt that it was difficult to join in these conversations.
But she was still interested in that topic she heard earlier, and she could not help but ask: “Tisha, do you know who the man that those two were talking about?”
The girl Freya was talking to was a roommate. Tisha was a girl from a small n.o.ble family, and she was chosen to be invited to the academy because of her talent in magic.
“The platform above us? These people are bigwigs who have a social barrier since they are from a true n.o.ble lineage. It’s like the difference between a commoner and n.o.bility, and we can’t even go up to them to speak without permission. It’s extremely impolite.”
She suddenly recalled Freya’s background and stopped herself: “Ah, my apologies, Freya, you know I did not mean anything bad. Anyways, we should stop talking about the contents of what they said. You are considered half a n.o.ble when you graduate from this place.”
Freya smiled at the girl’s answer, but her heart was in complete chaos. She did not know what Brendel’s situation was, and even high-ranking personnel who controlled the kingdom’s fate did not think that he would succeed. Did it not mean that the situation in Firburh was extremely serious?
She was still a native from Aouine, and the fear towards authority was not something that she could change easily, or she would have wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly to that youth to overcome this situation, or at least die together with him—
She did not know what she was thinking anymore. The memories of Brendel and her played back segment by segment, though they were not entirely made up of good memories.
[During that event of the Golden Demonic Tree, I went to search for him and Romaine with good intentions, and yet h-h-he intimidated me and even made fun of me and Romaine after that.]
Freya’s face turned red upon remembering this detail, but she did not know why she felt like she was eating a small piece of candy in her mind. Though that sweetness quickly turned into fear and gloominess, even making her unable to hear the voice that was calling out to her from the tournament grounds.
“It’s your turn, Freya!” Tisha was no longer able to continue watching Freya: “What’s wrong, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?”
“N-no……” Freya now recalled that she was here to partic.i.p.ate in the tournament. She picked up her lance in a slight fl.u.s.ter, only to meet with a pair of rolling eyes.
“The event right now is a swordsmans.h.i.+p compet.i.tion……” Came a displeased tone from Tisha.
“AH!” Freya wanted to find a hole to bury her herself in.
“Never mind, but don’t force yourself.” Tisha sighed and looked a little worriedly at Freya with a sigh: “Remember to get a good result. If I didn’t know you well enough, even I would think that you’re obsessed with a boy……”
Freya was already walking out to the stage, until she heard Tisha’s words and nearly slipped onto the ground. She would never admit that she was thinking about Brendel earlier.
[But for me to get a good result…… How can that be easy? Be it jousting or riding skills, I’m practically unqualified to partic.i.p.ate in these events. Even though I’m a little better in swordsmans.h.i.+p, but I’m going up against all the talented youths all over Aouine. It’s not sufficient……]
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