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Chapter 261 - 59: Diamond Sword Saint

Chapter 261: Chapter 59: Diamond Sword Saint

"Knight fighting?" Eleanor’s eyes lit up. "I can..."

"You cannot go!" Ludwig refused categorically. "This is why I didn’t let you know! You, a noble lady from the Weisbach Family, acting like a man and donning armor to enter the battlefield, what sort of behavior is that? What will people think of our family?"

"Tch, let Aske go then." Eleanor retorted with a pout.

Ludwig was shocked again as his gaze toward Aske changed—He had been ready to argue back and forth with Eleanor, but he had never seen his little sister so easily persuaded before! Had she been trained? Impressive, Lord Aske!

"So, am I to represent your family in the fight?" Aske inquired. "Mounted combat, foot combat? Full armor, half armor? Weapons?"

"Foot combat, half armor," Ludwig replied. "A pure test of swordsmanship skills."

The so-called full armor involved wearing a fully powered armor for combat. Since a defeat inevitably resulted in the destruction of a power armor, it was also known as "Honor Fighting," usually a duel where both parties agreed to disregard life or death—since they were prepared to die, damaging a power armor was inconsequential.

As for half armor, it referred to wearing regular metal armor for combat. Compared to Power Armor Knights’ honor fights, it was less about strength and more about skill, a ceremonial style of fighting. Whether or not someone died depended on the tacit understanding between the combatants.

"So, the swordsman they are sending is very strong?" Aske asked.

"Strong or not, we’ll find out when we cross swords on the battlefield." Another unfamiliar man emerged from around the corner, dressed in a sleek swordsman’s attire with a neat mustache, bowing slightly to the group, "Teacher, long time no see."

"Josim Mayer!" Nuremberg barked.

"Nuremberg." Mayer said with a smile, "Still playing the personal attendant to the teacher?"

Nuremberg’s face turned steely, and Ludwig’s expression grew dark, too. Who let this man wander around the Weisbach Palace unchecked? Weren’t there any servants watching him?!

"This guy is Josim Mayer, once the chief disciple of the teacher." Hans whispered to Aske, "He then went off to start his own thing, which distressed the teacher greatly."

"Hans!" Mayer sneered, "Still can’t kick the habit of tattling?"

The swordsmen all glared at him, then a voice rose from behind Mayer:

"Mayer, it seems you’re not very popular with the Richartnal Knights."

"Just the jealousy of a bunch of losers, Lord Heinrich," Mayer nodded slightly.

Following him was Viscount Heinrich from the Wolf Family, the envoy sent by the Weisbach Family to the Weisbach Family, who took his hat off to Ludwig from afar:

"Ludwig, the swordsmen you’ve invited are quite spirited."

"Spirited," which basically meant "good for nothing except looking lively," Ludwig scoffed in response:

"Of course, since they are led by Lord Richartnal."

Hearing the name "Richartnal," Viscount Heinrich immediately showed a wary look. Despite his trust in Mayer’s swordsmanship, he did not believe Mayer could defeat a Demigod. Mayer quickly explained:

"The teacher, being a Demigod, has long withdrawn from worldly conflicts. This time, it’s likely to be Nuremberg who will fight. Even if he and Hans lose, the teacher wouldn’t personally step in."

"Are you sure?" Heinrich asked in a low voice.

"As I said, the teacher’s current disciples are all worthless," Mayer said nonchalantly.

"He seems to really look down on you all?" Aske asked Hans on the side.

"Mayer has always been arrogantly self-assured," Hans whispered back. "He respects no one but the teacher."

"So you can’t beat him?" Aske asked.

Hans: "......"

"If we could beat him, why would we put up with his attitude?" Hans said helplessly, "His talent in swordsmanship was already the best among us. If he hadn’t left the group halfway, Nuremberg wouldn’t have had the chance to become the chief here."

"Hans!" Nuremberg heard his muttering and immediately scolded him, sounding quite annoyed.

"This guy isn’t hard to deal with," Aske said.

The sound was a bit loud, causing the chattering swordsmen to quiet down. Across from them, Meyer gave a light, disdainful glance and snorted through his nose, sneering:

"And this is?"

"Aske, the Squad Leader of The Azure Longsword Mercenary Corps," Aske introduced himself.

"Oh, I’ve seen you on television before," Meyer immediately revealed a mocking smile, "The Azure Sword Saint of Olympia, right?"

Everyone looked puzzled; even Eleanor’s expression stiffened. She hadn’t expected that the boastful variety show produced by the Olympia TV station would also get ratings in the Holy Solomon Empire?

"So, are you scared?" Aske laughed.

Meyer was taken aback by that comment, seemingly not expecting such a brazen reply. The nickname "Azure Sword Saint" was obviously meant to be ironic. Was he mocking you? Couldn’t you tell?

"Azure Sword Saint?" a voice from behind them said half in astonishment and half in apprehension, "Meyer, is this guy a demigod too?"

"No," Meyer explained dryly, "it’s just a comedy TV show."

"Oh," Heinrich obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Scared. Of course, I’m scared," Meyer responded to Aske’s question with a cynical sneer, sarcastically saying, "After all, it’s the famous Azure Sword Saint, I must show some polite reverence."

The Azure Sword Saint? The Richartnal Knights looked at each other in confusion, even Ludwig showing a puzzled expression.

Is Aske really that formidable?

Seeing the expressions of the people across from him, Meyer knew they didn’t watch TV at all. The mockery he intended was completely lost. Just as he was about to add something, he heard Aske say:

"There’s no need to be scared, after all, you are also a Square Sword Saint."

After leaving the Richartnal household, Meyer had developed a so-called "Square Swordsmanship." Hearing Aske refer to "Square Sword Saint," the Richartnal Knights naturally took it as an exquisite mockery and immediately turned their heads to stifle their laughter.

"You!" Meyer was so angry that his eyes bulged, and his mustache even bristled. Square Swordsmanship was his cherished work; how could he allow that man across from him to insult it?

He instinctively reached for the longsword on his back but was stopped by Viscount Heinrich.

"Stay calm," Heinrich spoke softly, "there will be an opportunity."

With a dark expression, Meyer forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest and nodded.

"Well then, we won’t disturb you any longer." With a smirk, Heinrich bid Ludwig farewell, then took Meyer and left.

Just as the two men turned the corner, the swordsmen behind burst into loud, boisterous laughter, infuriating Meyer to the point of drawing his sword and turning around.

"Don’t fall for the provocation," Heinrich frowned, "Swords are sharper than words."

It was a saying of his teacher Richartnal, and hearing this, Meyer also forced himself to calm down, but he clenched his teeth and said:

"I will kill him."

"In the Knight Fighting competition in a few days, I will definitely kill him!"