What about Caelion?
She knew most of the Empireâs important characters like a palm.
Caelion had a cold side, but he was never a man who enjoyed other peopleâs suffering.
Of course, even if one died of misfortune, it wouldnât be bad to spend a little more time with someone she liked.
Evangelineâs gaze turned toward the sword he had put down.
âIf your Highness is afraid to fight with meâââ
Caelion spoke as if to provoke Paris but Evangeline was faster.
âWhat theâ-â
She finally had enough of staring at Caelion so she swung her sword at him without waiting for the refereeâs signal.
*CHING*
âEh? The battle between His Highness, the Grand Duke of Ephinhardt, and Evangelin Riette, the Princess of Rajan, had started!â
The referee unconsciously declared the match between the two.
Parisâ face crumpled further before he took a couple of steps back.
*CHING*
As expected, Caelion simply struck against her sword.
*CHING*
*CHING*
âWhat?â
Then, in three sums, Caelion reached out and took her sword away.
Evangeline intended to give him a great performance through the sneak attack, but she lost the game before she could do it.
* * *
A knight, who was observing the referee before glancing at Paris, murmured. âThe Grand Duke had triumphed!â
Some of the onlookers were already cheering for Caelion.
âAm I the winner now? Or should I fight with His Highness next?â Caelion asked sarcastically.
As his vice commander-in-chief, he had the utmost respect for Paris, the commander-in-chief, in the battlefield.
However, today was different.
Gareth, who was looking around, walked forward as if to say something.
âThat insolentâââ
âWill you be the next challenger, Duke Gareth?â
Caelion swung the sword at him once, hitting his shin.
âUgh!â
He couldnât even release a proper shout before he collapsed.
âWhat? What are you doing? Iâm not participating in the competitionâââ
Gareth protested, but Caelion simply cut him off.
âIf you donât want to participate, shouldnât you not approach the stadium?â
âEveryone, get out of the way!â Paris said, breathing heavily.
His eyes were burning with anger.
âAll right. Fight me. Youâd better be prepared.â
As Caelion took a deep breath, the wary umpire announced the start of the duel.
AHHHH!
*CHING*
*CHING*
The two menâs swords sliced the air repeatedly at such a speed that everyone could barely see.
At this rate, they wouldnât even know if someone got hit or dropped their sword.
Paris was the one pushing for it, but Caelion was not easily pushed back.
âDonât retreat like a coward and start attacking!â
*CLANG*
Paris parried his sword furiously while Caelion kept dodging it with gritted teeth.
The duel was fierce.
After stepping back for a while, he remembered Apolloniaâs advice to go for offense.
âCome! Come!â
Narrowly avoiding Caelionâs stabbing sword, Paris fired his right foot at Caelion.
*PUCK*
The attack finally went in for the first time.
Caelion retreated, clutching his stomach which Paris had just kicked.
âDonât ever let me think youâre going easy on me.â
Paris pointed the sword at him again without a break.
But this time, Caelion had faster reflexes.
*CLANG*
Caelion tackled Paris with all of his weight.
Still, both quickly recovered, straightening their swords and postures.
The breath-taking match lasted more than ten minutes.
Soon, Paris and Caelionâs shirts were covered with sweat.
*CHING*
As they took deep breaths for a while, Caelionâs sword flew towards Parisâ and landed at the center of the arena.
âWow! His Highness, the Crown Prince, had won!â
At the onlookerâs applause, Paris cheered with a heavy breath.
He was truly the strongest swordsman in the continent.
âDid you see that?â
Gareth and Parisâ exciting entourage surrounded him, shouting in triumph.
âThe crown prince is different!â
âOf course! Aristocrats with distant lineage compared to people with direct lineage in the royal family are poles apart.â
Only one person in the crowd, Evangeline, was staring at Caelion with narrowed eyes.
She looked suspicious.
Once again, he was convinced of her identity.
âLetâs try acting.â
Caelion sighed deeply as he recalled Apolloniaâs words.
The acting wasnât something he liked because he was terrible at it.
He hated this kind of acting even more but what can he do if he already promised her that he would follow through?
âIâm begging you again, Your Highness.â
Caelionâs quiet words were still heard from the Knightsâ cheers.
âWhat?â
âIâm asking for another match.â