Ch . 219 The Opening Of The Competition (2)
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As Derek drew straight towards the group of knights, their eyes turned towards him . He stopped in front of them with a cold stare, and spoke in an authoritative voice .
“It’s not just princess, but Her Highness the Crown Princess . If you say that again in front of me…I’ll kill you . ”
He didn’t care what anyone said of him, but he couldn’t tolerate anyone who disrespected Elena . One of the knights suddenly looked shame-faced when he recognized Derek .
“Oh, it’s Lord Derek . ”
Everyone suddenly flinched in fear, but only Wickley seemed unfazed, and he continued on with even more bravado .
“Are you the princess’ brother?”
Derek’s brow furrowed . He had told them that he wouldn’t tolerate Elena not being called by her respectful title .
“…You ignored my warning . ”
Waves of cold anger radiated off of Derek, but Wickley didn’t so much as blink . At that moment, the atmosphere turned bloody, and Wickley stared at Derek with a challenging grin .
“So what? What kind of amateur like you do to someone like me?”
Wickley grinned, showing off his yellow teeth as if to provoke Derek . If they weren’t already in the tournament, Derek would have immediately challenged him to a duel . He wasn’t in a hurry, however, as he already had a good chance of fighting Wickley today .
“Don’t get eliminated . I’ll end you myself . ”
Derek’s voice was as hard as steel, but Wickley brushed it off as an empty threat .
“Try me if you think you’re good enough . If you lose, don’t go crying to the princess like a child . Kekeke . ”
Derek didn’t deign him with a response, but that only served to drive Wickley even more . He continued taunting Derek, and mimed slitting his throat with his thumb .
“You’re the one who’s going to have to watch your neck . I’ll make mincemeat of you in front of everyone . You should look forward to it . ”
Derek answered back with a wry smile, as if he found Wickley’s taunts amusing .
“A frightened dog barks more loudly . Bark as much as you like . ”
“Y-you…!”
Derek turned and moved away, ending the conversation . He heard Wickley yell at him again, but Derek ignored him . There was no need for a verbal fight anymore . They could settle this with their abilities later .
‘Lord Wickley…’
Derek had heard the name before . Lord Wickley was one of the favorites to win the tournament, and he represented the Anita family, where the Empress was born in . Derek had heard the Anita family and Carlisle’s forces had frequent conflicts . Although the fighting had calmed down a little recently, the Anita family was determined to crush Carlisle in any way they could .
Derek hardly lost his composure, but it was as if a flame had been lit under him . He glanced in Elena’s direction, and murmured to himself with newly forged will .
“… I have another reason to win . ”
Soon after, the horse race with Wickley’s group began . His riding abilities were already superior to everyone else’s, nevertheless, he deliberately slowed down and knocked down the riders in second and third place . There was no rule stating he could not do so . And so, Wickley took first place score in not only archery, but horse racing as well, earning the highest possible score .
Derek followed suit, as his riding skills led him to a first place win by a long distance .
The games progressed to the tactical match . Groups were chosen by random draw, and the task was to display cooperation and leadership among themselves . Two groups would be pitted against each other, and the losing team would be eliminated . A judge also supervised the event and scored each individual on how much they contributed to the team .
The names were drawn by the host, and as such, all eyes were on him .
“Derek Blaise, group three . ”
When Derek’s name was called, he walked towards his group members, his mouth set in a determined line .
“Wickley Tai, group five . ”
Derek’s eyes had remained on Wickley since the horse race . Wickley was cheered on by those in the fifth group as he entered their circle .
After most of the knights’ names were called, a name of interest was spoken aloud by the host .
“Joel Sainer, group eight . ”
Joel was another strong favorite to win from the Duchy of Lunen . Even those who were not particularly interested in the participants knew about him .
After this trial, the finale of this year’s tournament would be one-on-one mounted combat . Even with the hours of archery, horse racing, and tactical battles, the heated excitement on the stands would not abate .
It was then that the host shouted loudly into the air .
“Let’s start the final game, the tactical match!”
It was the last step before going into the final rounds of the tournament . Derek had perfect scores so far, and was highly likely to be selected as one of the final ten knights .
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