Gulp.
Bahara soldiers, including Yamanta, gulped nervously. Ian was obviously not yet an adult. But a crushing pressure was seeping out of his small figure.
âItâs not simply because our bodies are weakened.â
Ianâs figure riding the Blue Emperor truly looked majestic, reminiscent of a king. But that alone wasnât enough to drag Yamanta around like this.
Instead, he sneered and yelled at Ian.
âHow laughable! The Great Warrior duel should be honorable. But you deliberately injured me so you can fight me!â
âI will give you as much time to rest as you want.â
â!?â
Yamanta was greatly taken aback.
He understood what this brat was saying.
[Iâm confident I will win even if youâre in your normal condition.]
His eyes instantly flared up with killing intent.
âYou dare to look down on this Yamanta who has taken the place of the lord of the Molar Castle himself?!â
Rather, Ian responded with a cold gaze.
âI am the seventh prince of Kaistein. I came all the way here on my own and managed to capture the Molar Castle. Youâre the first to look down on me, Yamanta.â
âWhat?â
âIf you want to be respected, show your respect first. No, you people have this saying in Bahara. If you want to be respected, show your skills first. Iâve only seen you running away like a coward.â
ââ¦â
Only at Ianâs words did he shut his mouth.
Because he wasnât wrong. Everything in Bahara was determined by power. Talking like this was unlike a Bahara warrior.
Actually, he tried to buy some time to restore his physical strength by talking.
Instead, he was dancing to Ianâs tune.
âThat bastardâ¦â
If he wasted any more time, rumors would go around that he was a coward who ran away because he was scared of a little boy.
Thus, Yamanta gritted his teeth.
âAll right. Give me a moment to heal, then I will fight you fair and square. Ten minutes will do.â
First, he needed to find time to pull himself together.
However, Ianâs answer left him stunned.
âI will give you an hour.â
â!?â
It was like he was showing sympathy to the enemy.
Yamanta gritted his teeth and turned back. He would bring his body condition back to normal, even if only by a little bit. He suffered some burns, but his stamina should recover in no time.
And at that time, he was determined to crush him completely.
***
Like Yamanta, Ian turned back. He drove Blue Emperor toward his own camp. Then he got off his horse and began to warm up.
There was an hour left.
He had to be fully prepared before that.
However, Fiosen spoke worriedly to Ian, who was warming up.
âAre you sure youâll be alright?â
It was because Ian insisted that he would fight the duel himself.
It wasnât just Fiosen. Galon and other soldiers also approached him.
âSir Fiosen is right. Itâs too risky.â
âPlease let us fight for you. If you get hurt, it will be a really big problem.â
âRather, please let me out! I will fight with your banner, Your Highness!â
Except for the Bahara soldiers, all of them had been fighting together since Labadom. Most of them were inspired by Ianâs performance. Everyone was crying that they would fight on Ianâs behalf.
But it was then.
âI guess you donât trust us.â
Nathan, who had come down from the castle before they knew it, opened his mouth coldly.
At his remarks, Fiosen raised his voice in panic.
âNathan!â
âWhy? Was I wrong? But itâs simply unthinkable that the prince is going to fight. What have you been doing not stopping him? Is it because you donât know who the lord of the Molar Castle is?â
âKughâ¦â
Fiosen let out a sigh at Nathanâs sarcasm.
It was because he was also responsible for not stopping Ian in advance. No, actually, the biggest problem was the identity of the other person.
Yamanta.
He was a general whose fame had earned him the nickname âBaharaâs Bulwark.â Although he had a fiery temperament, he was a veteran who had blocked Kaistein without fail until now.
Sure, he was fooled by Ianâs provocation and made a big blunder. He had also suffered unreasonable losses.
But that didnât mean that his skills were going anywhere.
Duke Lavaltor even recognized his bravery in the past.
It was no wonder Nathan was being sarcastic.
âI canât believe youâre going to fight such a man. Are you really serious?â
âPlease reconsider, Your Highness.â
Even Galon pleaded to him with serious eyes.
However, Ianâs answer had not changed.
âNo. This is what I have to do.â
At some point.
Contrary to his determination to live differently from his previous life, he relied on others again.
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âFiosen and Nathan, I had been counting on too many people.â
Of course, there were times when he moved himself to some extent.
But most things went so smoothly that it was close to luck thanks to the people who helped him.
Maybe that was why.
Woong!
Lately, Ian could feel Faith getting weaker.
Clearly, the light, which had been shining brightly until he faced the Second Prince, was gradually dimming. Even the newly established light was weakening.
At this rate, his new life would be no different from before.
So, now was his opportunity.
âItâs my opportunity to show my Faith properly.â
At the same time, it was time to gain new power.
Unlike his previous life, Ian once again strengthened his resolve to walk on his own, just like the moment he vowed to pioneer this life himself.
Of course, it was not for such a childish reason only.
âSomehow, I feel like I can win. No, Faith wants it.â
This was his opportunity to take a step forward, unlike his previous life.
Ian never wanted to miss this opportunity. And there was another reason why he had to fight.
âItâs easy to order a knight to defeat them. But then we canât conquer them thoroughly.â
Thatâs what Bahara was like.
It was a country that worshipped the victors to an abnormal degree. A nation willing to acknowledge any means to win, but never bowed down to the loser.
They were also strange people that despised those who won with the help of others.
This was why the Northern Expedition of his previous life ended in failure.
âIt wasnât because my sister, who was the supreme commander, was a woman. Because she took over Bahara with knights instead of stepping out on her own, proper governance was not working.â
Baharaâs warriors were incredibly stubborn.
In order to make them submit, it was necessary for a person who had yet to reach adulthood like himself to knock them down a peg.
This way, he would gather all the warriors under Olakâs banner and eventually even have Bahara in his grasp.
And so, Ian looked the knights in the eye with a serious gaze.
âTrust me. Iâm sure I will win. As I have always done.â
ââ¦â
Nathan said nothing more. However, after hearing Ianâs words, his murderous aura silently flared up.
The light in his eyes was as if declaring that if Ian ever got hurt, he would never let Bahara off the hook.
Galon also quietly strengthened his grip on the scabbard.
The promised time had come.
âAre you ready?â
âOf course!â
And the battle began with Yamantaâs powerful roar.
***
The duel was in front of the castle gate.
Bonfires lit up the dark night, drawing a circle surrounding the two.
There, Ian faced Yamanta and raised the royal sword.
âHe is by no means an easy opponent. I can never let my guard down.â
The tension between the two was high.
Despite the one hourâs rest, Yamantaâs physical strength had yet to fully recover. Therefore, the fight between the two would be a short-term duel.
Ian gave strength to the royal sword in his hand.
At the same time, Faith began to pulsate.
Ba-dump!
It was like a glimmer of light breaking through the dark night.
Whether it was Kaistein or Bahara, all the spectating soldiers held their breath seeing Ianâs figure.
It was the same with Yamanta.
But he didnât just stand there and watch.
Like a volcano itching to erupt, uncontainable energy began to burn within Yamantaâs body.
Woong!
It was [Resolve].
If knights had an Oath, Bahara had a Resolve.
âI will kill you here and prove that Bahara is never a joke!â
Itâs akin to a warriorâs special move.
It was a type of power that strengthened the beholderâs body by burning his own life force.
âI, Yamanta of Bahara, will never lose to a kid like you!â
Boom!
With a great explosion, Yamanta charged toward Ian. A giant axe fell over Ianâs head.
It was a lethal attack that would cost massive damage if not avoided.
However, Ian did not dodge it.
Blaaarr!
Because his Faith was burning.
At the same time, he could feel it.
The numerous Faiths he had observed so far. No, to be precise, the Faith of a man who had been with him was engraved on his body.
[Never fall down or give in.]
That was Galonâs power.
Ianâs Faith and Galonâs power, which became one, were engraved on the royal sword. Ian took a step forward without delay and swung his sword at Yamanta.
And right at that moment.
Clang!
An incredible sound from the collision of a sword and an axe, which was raging like a volcano, resounded.
No, it wasnât just the sound.
âH⦠How!â
The shining royal sword blew away Yamantaâs axe.
Yamanta couldnât believe his eyes.
âHow the hell did you have such power? To blow away the axe that I have risked my everything so lightly!â
Although he was injured, his strike contained enough force to blow away such a small child.
It was even more unbelievable to deflect this enormous power that could shatter even a sword to bits. This fact couldnât have been more shocking for Yamanta, who had never let go of his axe in his entire life.
However, he didnât become the lord of the Molar Castle because of his strength only.
âYou think you can defeat me with something like this!â
He was no longer bound by the axe.
Likewise, Ian had poured all his energy to knock out the axe. After checking that the royal sword had not yet returned to its owner, Yamanta lunged at Ian.
He intended to blow away this prince with his huge fist.
In fact, Ian could not avoid his fist.
âI won!â
Yamanta didnât know what kind of trick Ian did. However, no matter how great Ian was, there was no way he could avoid the fist imbued with Resolve at this distance.
It was right when Yamantaâs mouth curled up, sure of his victory.
BAAM!
Ian hit Yamantaâs fist with his forehead.
Instead of dodging, he rushed toward Yamantaâs fist, which was said to be capable of crushing even a giant rock easily.
âYou⦠you madman! But thatâs your mistake!â
However, Yamantaâs fist failed to send Ian flying, as if something was blocking it. Far from knocking Ian down, he couldnât push him back a single step.
No, rather, it was Yamanta who fell.
Crash!
âAaargh!â
His arms burst from the immense impact.
It felt as if his fist, which could bend even steel walls, had been shattered.
Of course, Ian wasnât unscathed either.
Drip.
Blood flowed from Ianâs torn forehead. It trickled from his forehead, down to his nose and chin.
Drip drip.
However, Ian did not wipe his blood, nor did he cry in pain. As if it was only a natural measure to win.
He began to walk step by step toward the fallen Yamanta.
At that point, Yamanta showed a rather sorry sight.
âD, donât come! Donât come!â
âWhat the hell is he! Whatâs with him!â
His reaction was only normal.
Yamanta had been fighting Kaistein in the Molar Castle all his life. Now, he was facing an insane surge of bloodlust that even he could not handle.
If he made a single move, it felt like his throat would be severed.
Normally, he would move with the determination to cut Ianâs neck.
Strangely, however, he couldnât do so this time.
âDid I get intimidated by such a kid?â
But, otherwise, this situation could not be explained. In fact, his legs were frozen stiff as if he was frightened by something.
No, it was like being thrown in front of a vicious beast that should never be touched.
As Yamanta was petrified.
Chuck!
Ianâs sword pointed at Yamantaâs neck.
At that moment, Yamanta sensed his own defeat.
âI lostâ¦â
He had never felt such a sense of defeat all his life. Even he had never felt such humiliation when he was defeated by Arak, the First Warrior. Therefore, he bowed his head in acknowledgment of defeat.
But Ian was not satisfied.
Shiiing!
He raised the sword as it was aimed at Yamanta.
The place where his sword was directed was the remaining Bahara soldiers. No, not just Yamanta and his retreating soldiers. It was the direction where all of the Bahara soldiers, whom Ian had taken prisoner, were in.
Ian shouted at them.
âWho would object to my victory!â
Despite Ianâs shout, Bahara soldiers could not say anything.
But everyone knew. That Ian would never have mercy on Yamanta.
Nevertheless, they couldnât believe that Baharaâs Bulwark had lost to Ian, who was nothing more than a nobody.
Therefore, Ian shouted one more time.
âAnyone who has an objection to this fight! Come out! I will deal with him no matter who he is!â
But at Ianâs continuous shout.
Thud!
Bahara soldiers all dropped their weapons.
And, following the etiquette that had been passed down since ancient times, they began to take a posture that should be directed to the victor of the Great Warrior duel.
In the dark night.
In front of a castle illuminated only by bonfires.
All the soldiers of Kaistein and Bahara bowed toward Ian.