Chapter 224 - Do You Have A Handkerchief? (1) (1/2)

Ch. 224 Do You Have A Handkerchief? (1)

The final rounds of mounted combat were the biggest draws of the tournament. Although the previous three games were enjoyable to watch, it was never as tense as the final battles fought between the ten most skilled fighters of the empire. The stands were filled with cheers as the crowd called out the names of their favorite knights.

“Lord Derek, look here!”

“Come on, Joel!”

“Lord Wickley, go win!”

Since the start, the crowds had heavily cheered for Wickley, Joel and Derek. Now that all three had moved on from the first round and only five knights remained, it was time to find out who was the strongest.

The host spread his arms wide and addressed the stands with a sonorous voice.

“The next match will be fought by two knights who are favored to win. Lord Joel and Lord Wickley!”

As if it were a trick of fate, Wickley and Joel were chosen to fight each other in the next round. The crowd looked excitedly amongst themselves, saying “It’s like a final game.”

Elena allowed herself to relax somewhat. The competition would be much easier if either Joel or Wickley were taken out.

Wickley brushed past Elena, and then looked back at her.

“You managed to make it. Does it annoy you that you’re only here because you’re the princess’ older brother?”

“…?”

Now that Wickley had spoken to her, she was able to make a rough guess of what happened before.

‘Did my brother not want to give up because of something Wickley said?’

Her face hardened behind her visor, knowing the hidden truth. Weekly continued to smile maliciously at her.

“You hold false courage, but just wait. I’ll knock Joel down first, and then I’ll crush you.”

Wickley left her with those mocking words and headed for the arena. Elena, who had been tight-lipped up until this point, finally spoke.

“…It remains to be seen who will be crushed. Don’t lose if you want to fight me.”

She deepened her voice as much as she could, but it wasn’t a convincing imitation of Derek. However, Wickley didn’t notice and cackled derisively.

“Isn’t that what you told me earlier?”

Elena didn’t know it, but Derek had said something similar.

— Don’t get eliminated. I’ll end you myself.

Wickley recalled Derek’s words and laughed once more.

“Just go back to the princess and cry at her knee. It will be a lot faster than beating me. Hahaha.”

Wickley turned and headed back to the area. He would never know that the person wearing Derek’s helmet was Elena herself.

She smiled as her eyes blazed fiercely.

“Yes. Maybe I’ll deal with you quickly.”

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