The girl smiled. It was such an intense battle, and no matter how many lives could be lost, she smiled as if she had been relieved of a heavy burden.
That demon-like beauty, who seemed to have been overly doted on by the gods when they created humans, even made people feel ashamed of their inferiority, revealed an extremely relaxed smile as if she had given up something.
Should he give up the knighthood that had been deeply ingrained in his will for the sake of his monarch, or should he give up his loyalty to his monarch for the sake of the countless knights and the young him who had sacrificed his life to follow the knighthood?
This was a difficult decision for this extremely naive yet extremely rigid girl. It was a decision that made her feel extremely painful.
Yes, sooner or later, his monarch and his beliefs would go against each other. In fact, his sharp sword would be brandished at the people he protected and cherished because of the orders of his monarch.
Then, how should he choose and judge when the time came?
She did not know.
Yes, it was true.
She did not know.
Even this young girl named Liliana was far superior to other girls of the same age, be it in terms of achievements or temperament.
While those girls were still sad over a small gift, she had long gotten used to using her sharp sword to pierce through the enemy's chest. She had long gotten used to the scarlet blood that spewed out. She had long gotten used to the harsh and almost impossible task, and the hostility and rejection that her colleagues brought because of envy.
Without any complaints, she rushed to one battlefield after another. She might have to sacrifice her life like a young flower on the battlefield. Then, on the battlefield, all the enemies would die in her hands and under her sword.
Even so, even if she existed as a killing machine, she still had her own ideals and naturally shouldered the expectations of others.
She wanted to get rid of all the evil in the world and let everyone get the happiness they deserved.
Like a chivalrous knight in ancient times, she wandered aimlessly through the intricate alleys of Italy.
She had already sacrificed so much for this ideal, for the Knight's Path that coexisted with this ideal.
Then, for a king she had just pledged her loyalty to, for a man she had only known for a few days, for a guy with an extremely terrible personality who treated life as nothing, would she sacrifice her loyalty and even shatter the knight path that represented her ideals?
The young girl did not know.
However, she had to make a choice now.
At this moment, the method of victory was in her hands.
Even if she did that, no one would have any reason to reprimand her, nor would anyone have any chance to look down on her.
However, she could not forgive herself.
For the sake of a duel that represented honor, he had resorted to such a method and made use of the convenience of his weapon.
The girl asked herself.
Was it worth it?
A moment later, the girl answered resolutely.
It was worth it!
She responded to her heart with incomparable determination and determination.
Even if the king despised everyone who was worthy of her attention,
Even if that king ignored the lives of those innocent people,
Even if that king had an extremely terrible personality and was extremely unbearable...
Even if that king had taken away her chastity when they first met.
Even though he was the perfect king in this girl's heart and there were many things that did not match.
However, even so, that was still the king she was loyal to. That was her monarch!
Even if she had to sacrifice more than ten years of her persistence, she would not hesitate to become a monarch!
At that moment, in Liliana's eyes, the light blue jewel-like eyes that were filled with pain from the choice flashed with determination.
I'm sorry, Minister Paul. The victory of this duel is my gift to the King. It's a gift that represents my loyalty!
The young girl chanted in her heart with the determination to abandon everything. A faint and undetectable smile hung on her thin lips that were like cherry blossoms.
Then, the two swords collided with a metallic hiss.
The next moment, Paul saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
That was light, that was a sword.
It was an extremely gentle light, like the embrace of an angel.
It was a sword with a ferocious sharpness, as if it was the judgment of the gods.
As the girl's cherry lips uttered the word 'Durandarl' without a trace of trembling.
That sword, that holy sword, the holy sword in the hands of the Paladin Roland, the knight among knights, bloomed with its true brilliance!
Then, along with the true name of the Treasured Artifact being released.
In the next moment.
In Paul's hand, the sword forged by a famous family and reinforced by a magician broke like an extremely fragile object.
The broken sword smashed into the smooth ground, which could reflect a person's figure. It played a clear finale that signified the end of this duel.
"I…failed."
The knight who was carved out of granite said.
Although his face was filled with disappointment, it was difficult to hide the incomparable shock.
This middle-aged man had experienced countless duels and won countless times. This was the first time he had lost.
Even the King of Swords, who was a godslayer and had made his swordsmanship into his own god, could rely on his own wisdom to draw with him.
However, at this moment, he failed.
With a trace of indescribable disappointment, the man let go of the broken sword in his hand dejectedly.
The sword hilt that fell and bounced up on the ground, knocking on the ground, described the loss in this man's heart.
The one who responded to him was the girl who had just won.
"I'm sorry, I took a shortcut!"
She looked at the man who was extremely disappointed, and her face was filled with apology.
"If you are willing, let's call it a draw.”
A moment later, the girl said hesitantly.
She still couldn't hide her feelings.
Even though she had won, it was not fair at all.
The duel that was supposed to be determined by the quality of a knight, the incomparably sacred duel that tested the skills of the participants, had been mercilessly covered in dust by this girl.
It wasn't that weapons couldn't be used in a duel. However, if weapons were used to determine the outcome of a duel, it would be a silent insult to the sanctity of the duel itself.
However, Paul shook his head lightly when he heard this.
"I lost. Young knight, you did well.”
However, the disappointment on his face was immediately swept away. His handsome face was filled with craftiness and eagerness.
Then, he knelt down on one knee and said to the king who had been watching the battle from the throne.
"King, I have a presumptuous request!”
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