The Count’s Youngest Son Is A Player Chapter 256

Episode 256

“Waaaa!”

“This is Captain Vince Choi!”

The area in front of Curden Plain was filled with the shouts of soldiers.

In the middle of two camps facing hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

On the wide plain, there were only two knights standing and fighting with their swords.

And all the soldiers were able to watch that scene through video magic in the sky.

The soldiers and knights who witnessed the battle between masters for the first time in their lives could not help but shout out in admiration and support.

“Is this kind of formality really necessary?”

Kane said with a slightly shocked expression.

“Should we call it a battle of pride between knights?”

It was perhaps inevitable that a knightly battle similar to that seen in territory warfare would unfold.

‘It’s almost the first time that the five great samurai with strong pride have stood together on such a public battlefield.’

Some might say that this was a useless battle of pride in a fight that put the fate of the nation at stake.

In fact, when the master of Marquis MacNeill’s side requested a knight battle, some commanders were of the opinion that they should not accept it and instead start the battle.

Raoul was one of them.

‘To take advantage of being ahead in terms of superhuman and knight power, it is best to end the battle early through a short-term one-point breakthrough.’

There is no need to create variables by being swayed by their intentions.

However, that opinion was rejected by the swordsman and the head of the family.

honor.

The ultimate trophy desired by not only knights but also all noble families.

Now that the opportunity had come to elevate it, there was no reason to turn it down.

Of course, Raoul also expected this to happen, but…

‘I never thought that even my father would agree to the knight battle.’

For some reason, I felt a little sad.

Anyway, the knight war was a success.

Those who had newly reached the level of master wanted to show off their skills to the world, and the heads of the family also wanted to raise the family’s honor.

“If the war is going to be won anyway, wouldn’t entertainment like this be okay?”

When the swordsman asked what he was so worried about, Raoul had no choice but to raise his hands.

And then the ‘Master’ knight battle began.

The third match was already underway.

And the previous two confrontations were defeats for the Allied forces.

The master of the Duke of Templeton, the Marquess of Greer, was defeated in succession by a master of the Marquess of McNeil.

Fortunately, no lives were lost.

This was because attacking an opponent who had declared defeat to the end was a betrayal of the honor of a knight.

‘Of course, in reality, it may be to continue the confrontation without provoking the masters waiting here.’

However, the defeated Master was not unharmed.

Anyway, it’s a competition between beginner masters.

Their skills were too equal to determine their superiority in swordsmanship, and in the end, their ability to handle Aurors and the amount of Aurors determined victory or defeat.

The one who lost suffered internal injuries from the Mana Rod, making it difficult for him to use his Auror for the time being.

‘Tsk tsk. It was obvious that this would happen…’

Raoul shook his head and sighed.

If the match had been based on pure skill, the outcome of the match would have been unknown.

However, there is a trick that the masters of the Marquis kept hidden.

That was the ‘Emperor’s Brand’.

Or, to be more precise, it was a modified tattoo enhancement technique.

It appears that safety measures were added due to the side effects that were revealed.

‘…There is no effect.’

As long as the base is the emperor’s brand, it is difficult to escape from it no matter how much you modify it.

Numerous knights from previous lives have already proven that.

But now that he didn’t know that fact, he was probably using it with confidence.

In this way, our two masters were defeated, and the one currently dealing with the enemy master is Vince, one of the knight commanders of the Duke of Templeton.

His skills were clearly superior to those of the previous masters, and he was constantly pushing the latter’s master.

“I lost.”

And after a little confrontation, the marquis’ master quickly declared defeat.

“Wow!”

The soldiers shouted at their first victory, but Master Vincis’ expression was not very bright.

‘He clearly had energy left, but he admitted defeat so easily…’

Thanks to this, the Marquis’ Master was not particularly injured and simply went back to consuming mana.

“Wow, look at that naughty thing!”

Josh clicked his tongue.

After three battles, two masters on this side lost all their strength, and that side did not lose much.

It may be a shallow number, but the Marquis clearly benefited.

Three more confrontations took place like that.

The result was 2 to 4.

The Marquis MacNeill had the upper hand.

And since the two victories were essentially the same as abstentions on the part of the Marquis, the match seemed one-sided.

And when Raoul saw the newly appeared Marquis Master, he frowned.

‘Are you going to come out in public?’

He was the master of the empire, not the master of the marquis.

The dark magic energy that could be felt minutely in his body proved that.

Phew!

“this!”

And for the first time there was bloodshed.

The thighs of Randall’s master, Leefork, were split in half.

“That’s funny. It’s not like kids are playing around. “Isn’t there anyone who has the guts to risk their lives in a fight?”

The self-proclaimed Marquis Master, who had broken the implicit taboo, shouted with an arrogant expression on his face.

And the energy he gave off momentarily.

‘At least intermediate master level.’

Everyone seemed to have noticed that, and their expressions hardened.

Currently, the only officially known masters above intermediate level are Sword Master and Count Randall.

However, it was not appropriate for a swordsman or the head of a prestigious family to step forward to deal with a knight who had no name.

Perhaps he knew that too, which is why he was provoking me like that.

“Is there anyone? Heh, then what about you, Count Melvin! “Does Nauri, the head of the prestigious Mugara family of Ashton, plan to avoid my sword?”

“…!”

At that moment, the command center where the heads and masters were gathered was in an uproar.

‘Was this the real purpose?’

For some reason, the team that was behind in the number of masters actually applied for a knight battle.

Clearly, the commander-in-chief of the alliance was a swordsman.

But the most important person was, of course, Count Melvin de Ashton.

Not only did he mobilize the largest number of knights, but he was also the master of a whopping 15 adepts. (The First Viscounty is externally a fiefdom under the Earl of Ashton.)

Moreover, it is known that he became a master less than half a year ago.

‘Are you going to destroy the morale of our troops by breaking your father? Or maybe they plan to take him prisoner. ‘That’s very funny.’

Who can you provoke at only the intermediate level of master?

“This is absurd.”

“You idiot.”

“You want to deal with the Count? “It’s a hundred years too early.”

The knights of the Ashton family and the First Knights, who knew Count Melvin’s true skills, looked bewildered.

Then they rushed towards the Count and Raoul and shouted.

“Let me out! “I will break that bastard’s nose!”

“I’m going out! How dare you, the head of the family!”

Of course, it didn’t look good for Count Melvin to actually step forward just because he had called him.

It means that someone is needed to punish the bastard on behalf of the insulted head of the family.

If he had intended to rob these knights of their composure, he succeeded.

Because the knights were caught up in a wide-area provocation and couldn’t come to their senses.

‘Is Sir Philip the only one who can cleanly deal with that guy?’

A lot of people who would face a similar match came to mind, but this match wasn’t going to end in a draw.

Raoul turned his head and looked at his father.

Almost at the same time, the count turned his head and met Raoul’s eyes, and he nodded to Raoul.

This probably means leaving it to Raoul.

“Everyone calm down. Philip!”

“Yes Master!”

Philip approached holding the hilt of a sword with a confident expression.

“Please turn back.”

“yes…?”

Closer, closer.

Raoul rode toward the battlefield.

‘As expected, such an arrogant imperial bastard must be dealt with.’

It wasn’t just the knights who fell for the provocation.

* * *

“The third son of the Earl of Ashton. “I am Raoul de Ashton, owner of the First Viscounty and Master of the First Knights.”

“What is this little guy? “Are you saying that the head of the count family is hiding behind his snotty son?”

Obviously, saying something like that even though you know Raoul’s identity is probably a ploy to break the morale of the soldiers and provoke Raoul into losing his composure.

“Tsk tsk. Me alone is enough to deal with a rat who covets someone else’s house. “An article by a self-proclaimed marquis who cannot reveal where he came from or where he came from!”

“What nonsense! “I am Cushart, the chief knight of Marquess McNeil’s Order of the Chain Axe!”

“That’s funny. Do you think we are so stupid that even a member of a prestigious order of knights, such as the Marquess of MacNeill, does not know? If you really are the Marquis’ knight, shout like this. “The Emperor of the Kranen Empire is a fucking bird!”

Cuthhart’s face turned red at Raoul’s words.

“why? “Can’t you do it?”

“Why does the emperor of the empire suddenly appear here?”

“okay? “You should know better why, right?”

And when Raoul slowly raised his hand, the First Knights and troops shouted in unison.

“The Emperor of the Kranen Empire is a bitch!”

At that moment, Cusheart couldn’t hold back his anger and rushed at him.

“Such a young worker! “I’ll cut off that profane tongue!”

“I knew that would happen.”

Quagwagwang!

The battlefield shook from the clash of aurors.

Cuthhart wielded the battle ax, Marquis MacNeill’s main weapon.

Raoul took out his long sword and unfolded the ‘Infinity Sword’.

Chop rock! visor! Quagwagwang.

The confrontation went one-sided.

There was no way that someone like Cuthheart, who imitated a marquis knight while holding a battle axe, which was not his specialty, could properly receive Raoul’s sword.

Squeaky. puck.

Raoul’s Auror dug through the gap in the large ax blade, carving long marks into Curseheart’s power armor and denting his pauldrons.

Wiggle.

Cushart’s shoulder muscles tried to make new movements, but soon returned to their original flow.

“Are you okay? “If I don’t reveal my real skills, I will die here?”

Raoul snuggled closer and muttered softly.

“Stop that nonsense. “If you think you can really defeat me like this, you’re mistaken!”

However, unlike Yip, he threw away the battle ax and replaced it with the longsword on his belt and the buckler that was attached to his back.

visor! Let’s go!

In the match that followed, there was definitely a smoother attack and defense than before.

The advantages of being equipped with main armament began to be revealed.

but.

Murmurs spread among the knights and leaders of the alliance.

“…That’s imperial swordsmanship, right?”

“The way to use a shield is completely different?”

“Why does the Marquis’ knight use imperial-style fighting techniques?”

Cuthhart tried his best to hide the characteristics of the empire, but all the knights of the Raw Meat Kingdom gathered here.

It meant that there was no way he would not know the swordsmanship of the empire that was his main enemy.

“Are the rumors true that the Marquis joined hands with the empire?”

“That’s too much of a leap. “Couldn’t they just be using imperial swordsmanship to catch us off guard?”

“But to do that…”

Isn’t this a too dangerous situation?

Even if it got a little better, there was no change in the fact that Raul was winning.

On the contrary, I felt an unknown gap between the two, to the point where I wondered if Raoul was watching them on purpose.

“It seems like your life isn’t worth much. “Then I guess I should treat him accordingly.”

Raoul’s mood suddenly changed.

Cholarang.

A legion of weapons jumped out from behind him, and Regnator activated, spreading his pure white wings.

At the same time, an aura of brilliance spread and enveloped the battlefield, and thunderous shouts from the Allied forces erupted.

“Wow!”

“I am the messenger of God!”

The image of Raoul jumping up from a horse, half floating in the air, spreading his white wings and exuding holy energy.

It wasn’t strange to be called a true messenger of God.

‘Oh my…!’

Cuthheart felt as if he was suffocating from the sacred energy that was constricting him.

This is because the magic energy hidden in his body began to run wild in response to the divine power.

‘Damn, if this happens…’ It’s

unfortunate, but I have no choice but to shout surrender and retreat.

It may mean reversing what one said, but wasn’t honor a product of the kingdom’s extravagant aristocratic play anyway?

“town…?”

But how did this happen?

Cushart’s mouth did not open to shout surrender.

Something had grabbed his chin and blocked him from opening his mouth.

“I will refuse to surrender. Like you said, let’s fight to the end, risking our lives.”

The sight of Raoul looking down at him with a smile sent a chill down Curseheart’s spine.

(Continued in the next part)