The Return of the Destruction Level Death Knight Episode 48
Episode 48: Tournament (1)
The next day was the day when the joust was held.
Damian headed to the waiting area at the back of the tournament venue early in the morning.
At the waiting area, the knights who had arrived in advance were preparing for the match.
“Master, do you really want to wear armor like this?”
The servant Victor asked, holding out leather armor to Damian.
The leather armor Damian brought was small enough to cover only the torso.
There was no protection for the shoulders and forearms, so it felt like even a knife would hurt them right away.
“This is enough.”
Damian spoke casually and put on his armor.
The participants in the joust were all semi-knights or low class.
With that level of skill, he couldn’t even touch Damian’s hair.
In that case, light leather armor was better than wearing heavy iron armor.
“Still, why don’t you get some chain armor… … .”
This was when Victor spoke with a very worried look on his face.
Bung- Bung-
A shirtless soldier beat a large drum set up on one side of the stadium.
At that sound, the knights’ attention focused on the competition venue.
Count Copperhead was walking out to the center of the stadium.
“Thank you all so much for coming together like this. “My name is Chester Copperhead.”
Count Copperhead began the ceremony with his own introduction.
“All the brave knights of the West are gathered here today. “The winner will be widely known not only in the West but also in other regions.”
Tournaments of this scale were not held often.
There is clearly interest not only in the West but also in nearby regions.
As the Count said, the winner could achieve great fame.
“Of course, fame is not the only thing that can be gained. “We have prepared a suitable prize for the winner.”
Count Copperhead gestured. Several servants came carrying items covered in cloth.
The Count took up the cloth. Then a crystal the size of a child’s fist appeared.
Unusually, a small fire like a candle was constantly burning inside the crystal.
“What is that? “Is it a magic tool?”
“I don’t think so. “If it’s a magic tool, there must be a magic circle drawn on the surface.”
The nobles looked at the crystal with a mixture of puzzlement and curiosity.
As the Count gestured, another servant came carrying a large silver tray.
A bright red flame was burning on top of the silver tray.
The Count grabbed the crystal and plunged his hand into the flames.
“Aaaah!”
“Ugh! What is that!”
The nobles were astonished and shouted. The knights in the waiting area were the same.
However, the Count did not feel any pain at all.
“This is a treasure collected by my grandfather. As you can see, it has the power to protect its owner from fire. Not only that, but it also has the effect of maintaining body temperature.”
The nobles began to murmur at the count’s words.
Originally, magic tools that protected the body from something like that crystal were of very high value.
It was common for only mid-level wizards of rank 5 or higher to be able to make it, and even that was limited in number.
However, there seemed to be no limit to the number of revisions.
It even had the added effect of maintaining body temperature.
It was truly not an ordinary item.
“I don’t know about the origin. “I asked the wizards, but they didn’t know.”
It was a little disappointing that the identity was unclear, but it wasn’t a big problem.
The efficacy of crystals was so outstanding.
“The winner will be given this item as a prize.”
The Count said, holding up the crystal. The nobles cheered.
The knights in the waiting area also strengthened their motivation while looking at the crystal.
‘what.’
Among them, Damian was the only one who was shocked.
‘Why is the spirit’s heart here?’
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government ordinance.
It was a term referring to a mysterious creature that was born with the power of nature.
Although his intelligence was only that of a child, his power was terrifying.
The power of the weakest spirit was such that it was evaluated as low-class.
‘They offered something extremely rare as a reward.’
Unlike the Count, Damian knew exactly what that object was.
The heart of the spirit.
It was a lump of power that was created with an extremely low probability when a high-level spirit disappeared.
It is said that high-class spirits have exceptional intelligence and demonstrate power comparable to that of a high class.
‘The rumors I heard in my past life were true.’
It was the moment when the doubt was resolved.
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According to what Damian knows, the winner of the tournament used the prize to rise to high class status.
It was entirely possible with the heart left behind by a high-ranking spirit.
If you can melt and absorb that heart, you will be able to gain enormous magical power and spirit power.
‘It’s the power of the spirit… … .’
Damian thought of the elves he fought in his past life.
When the empire was destroyed under Dorgo’s orders, a race called elves came to stop Damian.
Everyone made a contract with a spirit, and among them, there was an elf who made a contract with the spirit king.
‘They were scary guys. I thought I was fighting against nature itself.’
Damian fought against dozens of elementalists for over three months.
And he won by tearing the Spirit King apart.
‘I can’t believe I’m offering up such a treasure as a reward… … They said they didn’t know the identity, but it seems like it was real.’
Humans did not really know about spirits.
Therefore, no wizard would have recognized that it was the heart of a spirit.
Damian was able to recognize it thanks to the knowledge he gained from Dorgo and his desperate fight with the elf.
‘I didn’t have high expectations for the product… … ‘I’m kind of coveting that one.’
If I could absorb the spirit’s heart, I could accelerate the time to regain my previous life.
‘But where is this guy Abel?’
Damian looked at the audience. Then, I saw Abel sitting huddled among the nobles.
Abel was looking somewhere with an envious look on his face.
‘What are you looking at… … aha.’
Olivia Copperhead was sitting in the VIP section. Other nobles gathered around Lady Copperhead.
I wanted to talk to him, but he seemed like he was giving up because he didn’t have the confidence to get through those nobles.
‘What an immature guy.’
Damian clicked his tongue inwardly.
It was unpleasant, but it was also half-expected. Abel was no stranger to this.
“Victor, follow me.”
“yes! … … yes?”
Damian made his way through the knights and went out to the joust.
“Well, master? “The match hasn’t started yet.”
“I know.”
After dismissing Victor’s complaint, Damian stood in front of the Count who was sitting in the VIP section.
“Good morning, Your Excellency the Count.”
“Oh, Lord Damian. “Good morning.”
“I was able to rest comfortably thanks to your Excellency providing me with good lodgings.”
The Count seemed satisfied with Damian’s answer.
“But what happened? Is there anything you want to say?”
“Before the match begins, I would like to tell you about one thing that concerns me.”
“Are you concerned?”
The Count asked with wide eyes.
“Jousting is very rough and sometimes there are cruel scenes.”
Damian said, looking at Lady Olivia sitting next to the Count.
“I am concerned that someone as delicate as Lady Olivia will be able to enjoy the joust properly.”
Damian continued speaking with as worried an expression as possible.
“So, I think it would be a good idea to have someone nearby to explain so that the lady can enjoy the joust. “My younger brother, Abel, was trained by me as a squire, so he is well-versed in swordsmanship and horseback riding.”
Damian said, pointing to Abel in the stands. Abel was looking at Damian with a surprised face.
“Thank you for your concern, but Olivia is not a delicate child who would be scared of a joust. She usually enjoys hunting as a hobby… … .”
“Good opinion! “I will do as Sir Damien says.”
Olivia Copperhead said quickly. Count Copperhead looked back at Olivia with a puzzled look on her face.
“Olivia?”
“It would be better to have someone by my side to explain things rather than just watching.”
Damian looked at Lady Olivia with surprising eyes.
‘She’s a very perceptive woman.’
I never thought Damian would defend Abel as soon as he was mentioned.
What was even more pleasing was Lady Olivia’s positive attitude. It seemed clear that she had feelings for Abel.
“hmm… … When Olivia says this, she can’t help it. Lord Abel, please come out here.”
That was when the Count gave the order. Shouts erupted from the waiting area.
“Your Excellency the Count! “This is a hasty decision!”
A large knight walked onto the arena.
“My servant also practiced under me for a long time. Even compared to Lord Abel, there is nothing lacking!”
After asserting his opinion, the knight glared at Damian with a provocative look.
“dismissal! “My squire also has outstanding talent and skills!”
“Your Excellency, my squire… … .”
Other knights also ran out of the waiting area and shouted.
‘Everyone seems to be having a hard time.’
Most of the knights participating in the tournament came to woo Lady Olivia.
If she could place her squire next to Olivia Copperhead, she could make a good impression by praising her teacher during the tourney.
So it would have been a shame to pass up this opportunity to Damian.
“Hmm, what should I do about this?”
The Count touched his chin with a troubled expression.
No matter how much he was a count, he couldn’t make his own decisions if the knights showed up like this.
“Your Excellency, there is no need to worry.”
Damian opened his mouth again. The Count’s eyes turned to Damien.
“Why not select the most outstanding person and have him sit next to you?”
“Huh, the best? How do you plan on choosing it?”
“right. Are you planning on having a battle among your squires?”
Several knights shouted at Damian.
Damian shrugged his shoulders and said.
“Wouldn’t the seed of the most outstanding knight be considered the most outstanding?”
“So are you saying we should have a duel between us now?”
“You can’t do that before a tourney. Instead of dueling, let’s compete in other arts.”
Damian said to the Count.
“Your Excellency, since you said that you like hunting, how about having the knight who is the best at shooting a bow sit next to you?”
Some knights strongly opposed Damien’s proposal.
“What are you talking about! “How can you determine the superiority or inferiority of a knight with something like that!”
“I agree too. “There must be a fairer way!”
Not all articles protested.
“It’s a good archery match. “I like it.”
“I guess I can show you my skills as I was called the sharpshooter of Octavia Forest.”
What drove the wedge more than anything else was Lady Olivia’s words.
“I like it. “I was already curious about how other people shoot arrows.”
“Even Olivia agreed, so we’ll have to decide on an archery match.”
When Olivia also supported the opposition, they could no longer use their strength.
“Then who will go first?”
“I will go first.”
Damian said, stepping forward. Damian said to Victor.
“What are you doing? “Go and get a bow.”
“Yes, yep!”
Victor quickly ran over and got a bow and arrows from a soldier.
“It’s here!”
“Good work.”
“Well, master, did you know how to shoot a bow?”
“no.”
Victor’s expression went blank for a moment at Damien’s answer.
“… … No, then why on earth did you suggest this?”
“Because I’m confident.”
Damian put an arrow on the string.
As I just said, Damian didn’t know how to shoot a bow. But intellectually, I already knew everything.
‘Let’s see… … What did that guy do?’
Among the masters Damian fought in the past, there was a person named Gung-gwi.
Surprisingly, Gungwi was not a human but a half-elf.
Gungui was one of the most dangerous masters Damian had ever faced.
Each and every arrow fired from a great distance was equivalent to the magic of a high-ranking world.
After fighting for a full week, Damien cut off Gungwi’s head.
Of course, during the battle, he absorbed all the skills and realms that Gunggui possessed.
“Soldiers, listen. “Go and get a target for training.”
“You don’t have to do that. “If there’s a target, isn’t it over there?”
Damian pointed the tip of his arrow to the sky.
A bird was flying across the sky with a thudding sound.
“Sir Damian, you really want to hit a flying bird… … .”
Damian fired an arrow at the bird. However, Damian’s arrow missed the bird by a long way.
“Haha. He said it smugly. “You can’t even get close.”
“Sir Damian, I guess you’re not very good at using a bow.”
Several knights laughed loudly. Damian didn’t mind at all.
‘I guess I know roughly how it flies.’
The first arrow was to see the trajectory.
Although he only fired it once, Damian fully understood this bow.
“Your Excellency, I will hit that bird’s left eye.”
Damian placed the second arrow on the string. And he immediately let go of the demonstration without even aiming.
The arrow flew in the blink of an eye and pierced the bird’s face.
The bird fell helplessly to the ground. The soldier who was waiting rushed over and lifted the bird.
“Yes, I hit my left eye!”
The entire stadium was engulfed in silence by the soldier’s shout.
Damian asked, handing the bows to the knights.
“next?”
The knights just looked at Damian with a shocked look on their faces and did not take their bows.
In this way, the seat next to Lady Olivia was taken by Abel without anyone objecting.
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