Chapter 223 (1/2)
When Luke defeated Count Schmidt, the atmosphere of the Gigantic Duel changed entirely.
From the third day, the masters of the army, who aimed for merit gain, began to compete.
However, the same went for the Konrad Kingdom; they began to do their best as well.
“This man! Take my sword!”
Puong!
As the two gigantic auras collided, waves spread.
What was pushed back this time was the master of the Anti-Revolutionary Army.
“Uhahahaha! You thought you can beat me with that simple attack!?”
A golden Gigant with three horns on its forehead shook its head and began to shout.
The face of the knights of the Anti-Revolutionary Army’s side became distorted.
“Bastard Ferreird! I was willing to lend my hero class Gigant Sartak!”
“But, who was the mercenary who identified himself as Sancho?”
On the side of the Konrad Kingdom was a monster like rider who smashed two Gigants of the enemy’s side.
He identified himself as Mercenary Captain Sancho and was told to hold great skills.
“Do you think that it could be some sort of support from the foreign empires?”
“I feel the same way as well, sire. I suppose that he is…”
As they all shared their speculations, the shield held by the rebel Gigants shattered. Both the hands of the Gigants had gone numb due to the shock.
“This, this is! Run away!” Bishop Maxim shouted with a shabby expression.
The master class rider, who was fighting Sancho, was a paladin who had worked very hard for the past 20 years instead of Marius.
Except for the Saint Guards, there were only two master class paladins in the Holy Empire, and such treasure couldn’t be lost.
But before the paladin could run away, Sancho used his huge sword.
The Gigant was broken into two pieces, and its upper and lower body rolled on the ground.
“Wah! Captain Sancho has won!”
“Sancho! Sancho!”
On the walls of Eisenberg, the soldiers of the Konrad Kingdom screamed and cheered for the victorious mercenary rider.
“Haha! Shout louder! Louder!”
His Gigant raised its hands higher in response to the cheers. After seeing that, Philip looked flustered.
‘I don’t get it. Why is Count Ferrero here?’
He wasn’t sure about it at first, but the thick voice and familiar battle style that followed through the multiple Gigant battles assured Philip that it indeed was Count Ferrero.
“Captain.”
Philip squeezed Luke’s arm.
“What? What is it now?”
“That mercenary called Sancho, he is a person I know very well.”
“What did you say?”
That piqued Luke’s curiosity. He turned around and looked at Philip.
“Who is it?”
“Count Ferrero, the vice-captain of the Baroque Knights of Guard. I’m sure of that.”
The bandit’s face appeared in Luke’s mind. The human being who constantly bothered him into a fight whenever they crossed paths.
Why was he there? Sancho? Why was he disguised under such an ugly name?!
‘Maybe he has come to help the rebels under the command of Emperor Rudolf.’
He wasn’t able to see it.
For the Baroque Empire, the more in trouble the Holy Arthenia Empire was, the better would be the situation for their own empire.
‘Should I fight?’
In the Imperial Palace, Luke refused to reveal his skills and refused Ferrero’s request to battle.
But the situation now was different. There was no way one would even open their mouth in that place.
When Luke was under that thought, other captains and commanders were talking with a serious expression.
“Chief commander, it doesn’t make any sense to have a Gigantic war anymore.”
“Right, let’s prepare for a siege right away.”
There were a lot of variables in a Gigantic Duel.
There were unknown mercenary riders, and they were catching the other masters.
In other words, another person might appear in the future and take down one of their leaders again.
The existence of one Sword Master was equivalent to a thousand knights.
In addition, one’s natural talent in swordsmanship, enormous effort, and luck could bring in achievement.
It was a painful loss to lose a precious being to just some mysterious mercenary.
“Hmm, maybe that indeed is the right option. Okay, send the command about the siege to the troops.”
Marquis Valentino ordered the attack.