NOVEL NEXT Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Contest
In this world, those who are close to Spirits and can make contracts with Great Spirits are called 'Spirit Arts Users' or more specifically, 'Spirit Mages'.
Every 'Spirit Mage' is a rare talent with great potential. Given enough time to grow stronger, they can thrive in any country and are highly sought after by all families.
Although Graham is not yet a 'Spirit Mage', he has the potential to be one.
He can command Lesser Spirits, making him a Quasi-Spirit Mage. Strictly speaking, what he commands are not just Lesser Spirits, but Quasi-Spirits with a hint of intelligence.
Such a rare talent has come to her territory, moreover, to participate in her knight selection. Priscilla smiled with delight, 'See, the world indeed revolves around me. All beings are equal, below my feet.'
Graham was unaware of Priscilla's arrogant thoughts. At this moment, he was focused on experimenting with his long-held ideas.
His opponent, Asbada, was his practice target. Facing the slash imbued with white sword energy, he did not even flinch. He simply commanded the Wind Element Quasi-Spirits to form a shield.
The effect was remarkable.
*CLANG*
A crisp sound of steel colliding against something rang out, and Asbada's sword stopped in mid-air in front of Graham.
"H-how is this possible?"
Asbada's pupils contracted. Even with 90% of his strength, he could not break through this invisible shield.
Unwilling to accept this, he gritted his teeth and began a series of continuous slashes with his double-handed sword at Graham.
"Ha!"
*CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG* *CLANG*
*BANG*
The continuous slashes seemed to anger the Quasi-Spirits, and without Graham even needing to act, Asbada was repelled and looked very embarrassed.
It was too humiliating. Using all his strength and still unable to break through the other's defense, he had already lost more than half the battle.
"Done? Now it's my turn." Graham glanced at his opponent, drew his long sword, and held it with both hands.
Priscilla did not like watching boring matches. Staying within the shield all the time would not showcase his abilities.
Therefore, Graham would not hold back.
Raising his two handed sword, he aimed the blade at Asbada.
Specks of green light gathered on his blade, his clothes fluttering without wind, creating a sense of pressure.
This was an application of Wind Attribute Mana.
It is a simple application, just compress it. Compress it to the extreme, and the sharpness will greatly increase.
Asbada's face changed, and he quickly gripped his sword tightly, becoming vigilant.
The green light on Graham's blade grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly, with a *WHOOSH*, the green light flashed and swept over Asbada.
By the time everyone reacted, Graham had already sheathed his sword and was slowly walking off the arena.
*THUD*
A gust of wind blew, and Asbada's tall body fell heavily to the ground, completely silent. The outcome was decided.
Seeing this, Priscilla smiled and opened her folding fan, announcing his victory,
"Winner, Graham! Next contestants, prepare!"
The selection continued, and soon the first round was completed. There were 17 people left for the second round of draws, and Graham was lucky enough to get a bye.
Graham didn't mind the bye. He simply shifted his gaze to Priscilla, who was sitting on a luxurious chair, admiring her beauty.
One had to admit, this woman had an explosive figure and a very pretty face, at the level of a beautiful young girl, making her very pleasing to the eye.
Becoming her knight and gaining her trust might even lead to a kiss.
As the saying goes, 'a knight who doesn't have feelings for his princess isn't a good knight.'
She was a rose with thorns. Her previous seven fiancés had all died within a year, and her current fiancé was a 70-year-old man who could kick the bucket any day.
Seemingly sensing his gaze, Priscilla looked up and met his eyes.
Graham was surprised. As he looked at Priscilla, he felt that her lips seemed to be smiling, and her charming red pupils appeared to be speaking, showing an interested expression.
This woman was truly confident, to the extreme, or perhaps she was competing with him? In any case, Priscilla stared at him without moving, as if waiting for him to look away first.
Her eyes seemed to sparkle with a strange light, confirming that she had met the right person.
Fortunately, Graham had a thick skin, having honed his poker face in the Gladiator's Colosseum as a slave. So he stared back at Priscilla without looking away.
Of course, he was purely admiring her beauty, only looking at her face.
As for other parts, it was better not to look...
Soon, another match ended, and Priscilla had to look away from Graham to announce the winner and read out their name.
However, under Graham's gaze, she seemed to feel that looking away first meant losing, so she was a bit annoyed and pouted cutely.
This cute expression flashed by, as she quickly used her folding fan to cover half of her face, hiding her cute lips.
This only strengthened Graham's resolve to become her knight.
Becoming the knight of a super beautiful lady who was a bit childish and extremely tsundere seemed very interesting.
Of course, the idea of a kiss was still there...
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[T/N: Priscilla's inner Gojo (or is it Gilgamesh?) is showing XD... All that's left is for her to simply call everyone Mongrels or maybe declare, "Throughout heaven and earth..."
Anyway, for those who want to binge this fic , I suggest going to the original site and reading it there, I think it's completed there.]