Chapter 210 - WOLF OF THE WIND (4) (1/2)

Scarlet burst into laughter without realizing it.

Someone said that people could only do nothing but laugh when faced with such a ridiculous situation, and it seemed like those words were true.

‘What the hell.’

She knew that he was strong.

Scarlet herself wasn’t confident that she could beat Jude.

So she thought that he would show an overwhelming performance in this competition. Even if a dozen underage knights, who still had some room to grow, would fight Jude, they wouldn’t be able to defeat him.

However.

‘Ha, seriously?’

She won as she had expected, but the way he did it was beyond her imagination.

What the hell? Is he a human? Why do people fly when he throws them?

She could understand if he was a huge giant over 2 meters tall, but Jude wasn’t.

He was tall, but was just tall enough to look good, and he had a good build, but didn’t look that threatening.

Therefore, it was more shocking.

It was really astounding.

‘Pink Bomb, you’re dating someone like that?’

Wouldn’t your whole body be crushed if he hugged you tightly?

Scarlet was mixed among the spectators, and she turned to Cordelia in the VIP seats. She then had a bitter smile as she looked on with a warm gaze.

‘She really likes him.’

She likes him so much that she covers her face with both hands.

Scarlet giggled before she looked back at the stadium. Immense cheers continued to be heard.

‘It’s history… no, it’s a scene from a legend.’

The birth of a hero who only appeared in myths and legends, a person who could defeat more than 50 knights alone.

It was natural for people to be enthusiastic. Even Scarlet herself who knew the true colors of Jude was feeling thrilled.

‘Well… Lucas also performed well.’

He also defeated many knights just like Jude.

Scarlet smiled a little differently than before, and she looked back at the stadium. She gazed at Lucas and saw Jude approaching him.

And it was at that time.

Jude raised his hands high and responded to the cheers of the audience before he made a hand gesture.

It was signal to be quiet for a moment, and the enthusiastic crowd gradually quieted down.

Thus, it became silent.

Jude took a deep breath as he looked toward Cordelia and spoke calmly in a voice loud enough to reach the entire colosseum.

“I will dedicate today’s victory to my beloved fiancée, Cordelia.”

“Uooooooh!”

In that instant, cheers erupted from the audience, and people’s attention shifted from Jude to Cordelia. And Cordelia, who was hiding from the world as she covered her face, became even more restless at everyone’s gazes.

“Miss, it’s okay.”

“Please wave your hand a bit.”

Maja and Dahlia spoke from the side, and Cordelia stood up with a tearful face and waved her hand to the crowd.

‘Why am I the one who’s always being embarrassed?’

She was really, really embarrassed and was in tears, but everyone who saw her completely thought differently.

To them, it seemed like she was moved to tears at Jude’s dedication of his victory to her.

And amidst such countless misunderstandings, Cordelia made eye contact with Jude and was really about to cry.

‘I can’t tell what he’s thinking!’

Their distance was too far.

All she knew was that he was smiling evilly, but she couldn’t figure out what he was thinking inside.

‘What? What is it? What the hell are you going to make me do? Why are you smiling so much?’

She obviously couldn’t read his eyes because he was too far away.

But unlike Cordelia, Jude knew very well what she was thinking.

‘She’s thinking about me making a wish later.’

Cordelia fidgeting is the cutest in the world though.

Does she know how cute she looks when her imagination is running wild?

With a dark smile on his face, Jude once again responded to the spectator’s cheers before he returned to the waiting room together with the knights from the north.

And twenty minutes later.

Jude had changed into casual clothes much faster than the other knights because he was wearing light armor in the first place. He then sat next to Cordelia and she stared hard at him.

Because she was scared on what Jude might say, but her want of looking at his eyes to know his thoughts was much stronger.

But people said that it was possible to attack anything if one knew the pattern to it.

So after Jude figured out Cordelia’s thoughts, he stared at her instead of avoiding her gaze.

‘I just don’t have to think about it.’

Because their eye conversation wasn’t really telepathy.

There was nothing for her to read unless he thought about something.

And if he applied those words, it also became possible to attack her.

Just like this.

“Eueueu…”

Cordelia made eye contact with Jude and flinched. She then began to hit Jude after seeing his thoughts.

Her slaps naturally didn’t hurt Jude.

What Jude had thought of was simple.

Cordelia is cute.

As he filled his head with that thought only, it was natural for Cordelia, who had met his gaze, to be that embarrassed.

‘How sweet, how sweet.’

Those who looked at Jude and Cordelia’s quarrel with the eyes of a third party simply smiled with happy faces because they did not know on what was actually happening.

[Anyway, Cordelia.]

[Why! Why! Why!]

[What about my brother and Adelia?]

At Jude’s question, Cordelia took a deep breath and pointed to the stadium.

[Waiting room. It’s about to start soon.]

[Hmm, I’m looking forward to it.]

How strong have my brother become?

Surely, he must have become strong enough to be one of the Ten Great Swordmasters.

“It’s starting.”

As the trumpets loudly sounded, the knights from the north, center, and south finally entered the stadium.

***

Thirty people for each group.

It was the same number of people as the previous game, but the feeling of pressure was different when they stood on the field.

After all, they were real grown-up knights unlike the prospective knights earlier who were still physically growing because they were minors.

There was also the difference in experience.

There was a gap that could not be filled between those who had experienced real battles and those who had not.

The central and southern knights.

At the forefront of each group were Richard Galleon, the Lion’s Sword, and Calix Ophand, the Sea Serpent Slayer, who were considered as candidates for the Ten Great Swordmasters position.

The Lion’s Sword was covered in golden armor and was so huge that he seemed to be over 2 meters tall at first glance. And Calix, the eldest son of the Ophand family who inherited the blood of beasts, gave off a deadly energy that just standing there silenced everyone around him.

Richard and Calix stared at each other.

Because both sides had a feeling that the other would determine the victory or defeat of their group, especially now that Aios Lain, who was known to be the fastest swordsman among the Jackdaws, was absent.

Obviously, there was one more candidate for the Ten Great Swordmasters position.

Gaël Bayer.

Jude Bayer’s older brother who showed an amazing performance.

But he was seriously injured in the battle on the royal capital. Moreover, he only managed to hold back a high-ranking demonic human, and did not make any particular noticeable contribution.

‘And.’

Richard and Calix have both met Gaël.

In Richard’s case, there was a time when they had crossed swords at the Banquet of Swords.

That was why both knew.

‘He’s too restrained.’

One could say that he was ordinary.

Gaël’s sword was a model student’s sword.

Faithful to the basics without anything unique to it.

It was not that he didn’t have the talent, but he just didn’t make a strong impression. He was a bit strange, but he was just a knight who was plainly strong.

So Richard and Calix didn’t care much about Gaël.

The two just stared at each other.

But at some point.

Richard’s experience, which had been refined by numerous practical battles, made him turn his eyes away.

Calix’s instincts began to sense an immense danger.

Why?

The two people reflexively turned their heads and flinched unknowingly. They looked at the northern knights with a perplexed look.

***

Adelia defined the Gaël who rose from the battle on the royal capital into one word.

‘Beast.’

Beast, monster, wolf.

His personality didn’t change.

Gaël was still a good, honest, and sincere man.

But something definitely changed.

To be exact, something woke up in him.

The Essence of the Silver Moon that was created by Druid Fran had explosively strengthened Gaël’s physical abilities. His internal energy had also more than doubled.

But it wasn’t those things that really mattered.

‘The Sword of Wind.’

Count Bayer’s sword.

As Count Bayer had shown in his fight against First Sword, the essence of the Sword of Wind was the gale.

A wild, unrestrained, and raging wind.

Gaël took a deep breath. He slowly exhaled and looked straight ahead.

His blue hair shined in the daylight.

His left arm that was replaced with a prosthetic arm could freely move, but he could not feel any sensations on it.