Tonight， Your Wife Will Be Mine. 45

Chapter 45 – 4. Gynecology and Rare Earths (5)

Even those who make the cold land their hometown are not frozen in their hearts. In order to survive in a barren environment, he had to bury his hot heart deep in his chest. Unlike the center, which spread because it was careless, the first iron rule of the north was always survival.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in this atmosphere.”

“If you obsess only about living, sometimes you feel skeptical about why you have to survive so far. Some entertainment can be a good way to find the reason for living.”

“Yeah, I like it. I also learned what a way for Sir Dior to relieve my anxiety at once.”

“I am glad that you seem to like it.”

“Even though your eyes are still warm.”

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to do now…”

The banquet, which was saturated with heat, eventually entered the stage of promoting friendship more than formality. Those who fell into alcoholism opened their hearts through the previous incident, and spent time talking about each other’s secret stories that they were curious about but could not know.

“Huh, then you mean Tamir, the great warrior for whom the Margrave has struggled so much, becomes the Chief of the Warchief?”

“Exactly.”

“This is an amazing relationship. Nobu has also crossed swords with your prostitute. He got a two-handed scar on this side. He uses swordsmanship that he has never experienced before, and even though the Marquis won after a bloody battle, he himself said it was a narrow gap.”

At this moment, the hottest topic in the banquet hall was the conversation between Temur and a few relatively older knights. It was the story of the Great Warrior and the Marquis, a common interest to anyone living in the North.

“Even that, it seemed that the complexion of Chunbujang was not good.”

“It is true that Tamir was unable to use his full strength. At the time, he was under some kind of curse. It wasn’t until his death that I knew it was Ruth’s work.”

“That bastard’s Ruth doesn’t fall out anywhere. It seems that the tyranny of the tyrant is indeed vicious.”

“The only way to stop those blinded by greed is to fight back. That’s why I really think the alliance with Lemoang here is meaningful.”

Those who refilled their glasses nodded. The knight who first spoke to Temur opened his mouth.

“If you permit it, I would like to offer a tribute to the warchief’s head of the brothel.”

“An offering?”

“It is a spirit cup. I hope you bless our allies from the skies as much as you feared them as fellow warriors.”

There was an unexpected sense of warmth even in the place where the air was cold due to lack of heating.

“Thank you for your solemn condolences and respect. But today is not a happy occasion. It’s good to comfort Tamir’s soul, but how about toasting two old rivals?”

“I hadn’t even thought about that until now. I think the warchief’s opinion is justified.”

A seemed friendship to be beginning to blossom between the rugged, rambunctious warriors. Oriane looked at her with satisfaction and raised her glass with a smile. She doesn’t like alcohol, so she only ate snacks, and she suggested a toast to Rom.

“Do you want us to salt too?”

“The other knights will see it.”

“It’s okay. Perhaps in their eyes, these actions will look like they are trying to placate Sir Dior somehow.”

“…”

After looking around, Rom gave up. She bumped the wooden cup of warm water against Oriane’s drinking glass, and she gulped. And indeed, some of the temperamental knight faction glared at each and every one of those actions as if they were meant to be humiliating.

“By the way, haven’t you been drinking since before?”

“Because I don’t like it very much.”

“Why?”

“Because I might not be able to protect my wife while drunk.”

He tore off a corner of the bread and mumbled, and said in passing. Oriane stayed quiet for some time, keeping her mouth shut, as if she had touched something from him. Then, when the knight Fabian, who had been watching them, jumped up and shouted, he moved his gaze.

“Romuald of Dior!”

“… ?”

“Since the feast is ripe, teach Dupuy’s Fabian a trick!”

Rom hated the bread in her hand as she put it down without savoring it.

‘What logic…’

Fabian, his face reddened, hiccupped and took his hand by the waistband. He must have been drunk in all likelihood. Armed tightly with hard armor, he must have sold his conscience and was on his way back. He drew his sword and shouted.

“As a minion, I am being taught, so I believe you don’t need a sword!”

“Of course! It’s not anyone else, but that Dior’s invincible knight!”

“This is the part I admit!”

The knights responded enthusiastically. The delegation also immediately agreed, probably sensing that it would be a fun spectacle. As for the rom, it was absolutely insane. It was not an easy task for even the most drunken person to subdue an opponent with a blade with bare hands.

“Fight! Fight!”

Eventually, all those who attended the banquet began to banquet. Among them were Terum and Sorgal, who laughed as they watched the scene. Even Oriane, his beautiful margrave’s wife, laughed and said,

“Come on, Sir Dior.”

“Is your wife like that too…”

“But, isn’t my knight invincible without knowing defeat?”

The look he added with a smile was really nasty and lovable.

“Besides, I’m not the only one who needs a break. It’s a place for everyone. It’s so sad that you can’t enjoy it while staying away from a glass of wine. That’s why I hope that Lord Dior will let go of the accumulated pressure to his heart’s content.”

Rom stood up with his helpless face. Having said that, I couldn’t have the courage to refuse. Also, seeing Oriane clenching her fists with a cute expression and whispering so that others couldn’t hear, there was something that I wanted to show a cool side of me.

“Blow it away!”

“If that is your will…”

Romuald vs. Fabian, since it was spacious enough for everyone to see, the two moved to an empty space and faced each other. We are ready to fight to create an indispensable spectacle for the festival.

“Sir Dupuy, since you have the weapons, you’ll have to give up the players.”

“Her! Did you just hear that?”

Fabian asked, looking around the crowd. They booed as if they had promised.

“Boo!”

“Cowardly!”

“No, where are you going?”

Rom sighed, rubbing his throbbing forehead, and closed his eyes. Let’s take this as an opportunity to gauge their skills anyway, and warmed up lightly.

“Find the gap!”

Fabian did not miss the gap and drew his sword and attacked. He could see how much he valued me for aiming for vital points. Rom, who sensed the trajectory of his life before the tip of his sword touched it, quickly dodged.

Poof!

It was a powerful stab compared to his physique. His speed was good enough to stand out in a similar skill group. After sparring, Rome, who was interested, evaluated Fabian’s sword while avoiding it.

‘Is it a typical northern swordsmanship? I’ve been practicing since I was young so my skills are pretty good. He wasn’t a talkative guy. Although the technique is clumsy, it feels like it has become basic overall. I just need to kill my personality.’

Less than ten times were needed to figure out the skill. Rom, who had evaded the attack after inducing a large-scale attack, burrowed into Fabian’s range. He spread his palms out so that the area to be hit was wide, and put his chin up.

Fuck!

The staggered knight soon turned round with one brutal blow. It was the cleanest concussion fist ever.

“It’s a pretty useful skill. I can give it about 60 points out of 100.”

Rom muttered as he looked down at the fallen Fabian. The scoring was half a joke, but unexpectedly, those who were watching the Dalian saw it and asked me to rate it one by one.

After all, it was an evaluation given by the hero of Limousin, not by anyone else. The expectation that you might be able to scold him, who was like a thorn in the eye, also helped, so it was more strange not to appear one after another.

“Guillaume Giraud! I want to learn a lesson too!”

“Come, then.”

In the end, the challenge period of the Knights faction began amid cheers like deterioration.

“As expected, you have no intention of giving up the player, right?

“Haa!”

“I don’t even respond anymore…”

The weapon of the second knight, Guillaume, was a curved sword that was rare in the North. In stark contrast to Fabian before him, he had excellent technique but lacked the power to push.

‘It’s the dance sword of the western desert. It’s an uncommon swordsmanship, where did you learn it?’

The blade curved like a crescent moon aimed at the nape of Rome’s neck. Unfortunately, because of his lack of strength, he wasn’t that threatening.

‘This is fun. It looks like a snake has coiled itself. His skills are also quite good.’

If the power was properly equipped, it was definitely a useful skill. But now, even with bare fists, he was able to deflect the direction of the attack. To make matters worse, Guillaume’s sword was made extremely thin to match the skill of his technique, so it broke with a fist from Rome.

“Ugh! My three month salary’s favorite sword!”

“Technology is 80 points! The overall score is 30 points!”

“Hugo Henry! Challenge!”

The third knight, Hugo, was so enormous that he wondered if it was a different species. The weapon was a mace, and from the looks alone, it was fearsome enough to overwhelm even Rom.

“Oohhh!”

Boom! The mace, which missed by a short shot, shattered the stone floor.

‘If I get hit with this, I’ll go to the Heavenly God’s side in one shot?’

It was a much milder sentiment. It was natural since it was a straight-forward ignorant wielding without the slightest hint of delicacy.

“Don’t dodged stupidly!”

“What bullshit!”

Hiss! Rom, dodging the mace, kicked Hugo’s leg and tripped him. He straightened his elbows and stamped his face with his weight.

“Cuck!”

“Hone your skills from now on, 55 points!”

Even after that, the challenge continued.

“I’ll take on the challenge this time!”

“… 50 points!”

“I will be different!”

“… 25 points!”

“It’s my turn this time!”

“… 40 points!”

Thus, the number of challengers that followed was at least nine. Most of them were newcomers who were more energetic than dignified, and thanks to this, while Rome was sweating quite a bit, he didn’t get hurt.

“Romuald of Dior, if you don’t mind, this old man will try it this time.”

The problem started now. The old knight of the east stood up from his seat with a slightly drunk expression and drew his sword and approached. When I asked about his intentions, he probably did n’t even have the refusal in mind, and he screamed before he even got an answer.

“Get ready!”

The sharpened sword had a bluish aura. As he recalled the mysterious letters, a chill emanated from him, and frost scattered from Mathieu’s fingertips.

‘It’s like an old man.’

It was a magic sword. It was an extremely difficult weapon that required a stable supply of mana while attacking separately.

‘Honestly, I’m kind of surprised. It must have been a difficult weapon to handle. Even more, the vacuum of physical strength that would have diminished with age is completely covered by one experience. The level is different from the other guys.’

Shhh! The blade shot through the air like a shot and attacked Rome. At the same time, the frost on the sword grazed his face like an arrow again.

It was an onslaught.

Mathieu pushed the knight, who was called invincible despite his age, to the edge of the wall. Even then, when the decision did not come out, he corrected his posture, perhaps feeling a sense of victory. It wasn’t a good technique to use against an unarmed opponent, but it didn’t matter anymore.

“Deadly kill in one blow!”

‘Please use that on your enemies…’

“Welcome sword!”

The sharp blades increased to dozens. Attacks that inflicted fatal blows even with a mere brush poured in all directions without a chance to rest.

And in an instant, Rom’s pupils moved at a bizarre speed and caught up with them all. Even in a situation where his arm was bound to be cut off if the timing was wrong or the direction was slightly different, he received and struck all of those attacks, striking only the back of the sword with precision.

Tuk, tu-tuk, tu-tu-tuk!

It was a shedding that was close to divine. After taking a deep breath for a moment, Mathieu spat out in a sweat.

“You, what a ridiculous monster.”

“Are you done with this?”

“Yes, I lost.”

Finally admitting defeat, he put down his sword and asked.

“How many points?”

“… 90 points.”

He was at the level of a strong man who could compete for the position of head of a region.