In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 199

Chapter 199

"Hoot!"

Perhaps Sir Sloan had the same idea, but he quickly began to launch an offensive.

Tak! Tak!

With a cheerful sound, Sir Sloan’s large body quickly stepped on the footsteps.

It was a standard movement that was faithful to the basics but without unnecessary things.

It was an achievement as the Vice Commander of the Imperial Knights.

Sir Sloan was threatening to cut down Ramona at any moment.

However.

Another strange thing happened.

"Oh, you know?"

Ramona began to spread her distance at the same time.

And the two men’s steps were as if they were mirrored.

"Well, what’s that?"

Someone shouted in astonishment.

It wasn’t simply rewinding the steps in reverse.

Ramona’s step was the same as that of Sir Sloan, but it was also different.

It was more sophisticated and more mature.

And.

Tak! Clang!

Everything happened in an instant.

Ramona’s eyes seemed to change sharply, and just a moment ago, he used Sir Sloan’s draining technique.

But this time it was different.

Exactly.

The defensive turned into offense half as quickly as Sir Sloan looked.

Whoo!

There seemed to be a strong wind blowing along the path.

"Haaa."

Suddenly, Ramona’s sword was stopped in front of Sir Sloan’s neck.

Sir Sloan, who blinked twice, said after looking briefly at Ramona’s sword blade reflecting the light of the banquet hall.

"Lose, I lost."

"Wow!"

"Amazing! What awesome!"

Cheers erupted from all sides.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Applause poured out.

Imperial Knights also forgot that their superiors had lost and looked at Ramona blankly with round eyes.

"Who the hell is that Knight!"

"The escort of Lady Lombardy, it must be Lombardy’s Knight!"

"Anyway, it’s amazing!"

Everyone had already forgotten that this was a duel for the honor.

"The one a while ago was... no, all of them...."

Sir Sloan murmured with a confused face.

It was such a strong defeat that it completely made him forget that he lost.

Then he asked Ramona with his eyes as strong as fire.

"How on earth did you do it?"1

It was a question that anyone who had trained with the sword was asking.

Ramona’s movement was beyond common sense.

"Teach me, Lady Brown."

Sir Sloan approached and said.

He had not even returned his short breath yet.

The Knights held their breath.

But there was not much expectation.

It was because he didn’t think that she would tell such a big secret technique in such a public place.

"The first technique that Sir Sloan first saw was half-baked."

But Ramona opened her mouth in a calm voice.

"You don’t end up with this rotation, you have to pull the sword one more time. That way, the other person’s breath..."

Even the kindness shows examples by lifting the sword again.

The Knights were embarrassed by the appearance, but don’t want to miss even a single move, and stepped closer without realizing it.

The aristocrats, who were only cheering felt something strange and tilted their heads as the situation suddenly changed from a duel to a lecture,

"Then what happened to the stepping method?"

Asked the Knight who was quietly listening to the lecture.

"It’s..."

Again, there was no hesitation.

Ramona explained in an easy-to-understand manner in a quiet tone.

The more so, the more eager the Imperial Knights were to learn.

Every word Ramona Brown said was gold.

It was blood and flesh advice for Knights.

Some of them broke through a wall that had been blocked for several months already, without progress.

"A while ago... What exactly is the term ’half’?"

Sir Sloan asked Ramona.

"Are you saying that the Imperial Swordsmanship we know is incomplete in half?"

Ramona looked to one side instead of answering.

She checked the figure of Florentia smiling in a relaxed chair.

As if waiting for the last order.

Nod.

Florentia nodded slightly.

Whoo!

Ramona, who sighed briefly, said.

"Yes. The Brown Swordsmanship, which was handed down as the Imperial Swordsmanship, is an ’incomplete copy’ with many parts omitted."

"Huh..."

The ancestors of the Brown family, who created the ’Imperial Swordsmanship’, improved the Brown Swordsmanship so that a few more people could learn it safely and quickly. In the process, parts that are not essential or difficult to learn were omitted."

Ramona’s refreshing voice rang in the night air.

"But from generation to generation, the Brown family has learned the unedited Brown Swordsmanship, and based on that, they took on the position of head of the Imperial Knights and taught Knights. But..."

"Ah, so..."

People understood at the same time.

The reason why the Brown family, who served as the Commander of the Imperial Knights, disappeared and at the same time, the achievements of Imperial Knights began to fall subtly.

"A lot of what I know is the result of the hard work that my father and the survivors of the Brown family over the past 40 years."

The crowd was in a tumult.

And the gaze toward Ramona naturally began to gather on other people.

"Let me announce the outcome of the duel."

It was Emperor Jovanes with a stiff face.

"As a result of a duel of honor... the representative of Florentia Lombardy, won."

Cold Jovanes’ eyes turned to Astana.

He was like a pathetic figure sitting with a bright red face, unable to run away because he had a lot of eyes to see.

Then Ramona moved.

Holding her own sword, she took her steps.

And she stood in front of Florentia.

Sriiing.

Ramona, who supported the sword with both hands, slowly knelt on one knee in front of Florentia.

And spoke solemnly.

"Ramona Brown, I dedicate my victory and honor to Lady Lombardy."

This is a common ritual performed by the representative who has won a duel.

But that’s Lombardy and Brown.

The atmosphere around has become strange.

"Thank you for fighting bravely, Lady Brown."

Florentia Lombardy rose slowly and received Ramona’s sword with both hands.

And spoke to Astana.

"Now I want you to apologize."

Astana’s body flinched loudly.

"An apology for insulting my mother and underestimating Florentia Lombardy’s honor."

"I didn’t makeup words that I didn’t...!"

Astana leaped to his feet and shouted.

Until the end, it was an attitude that he didn’t do anything wrong.

"First Prince."

However, in front of Jovanes’s cold voice, the momentum was quickly dampened.

"Well, I’m...."

Astana clenched his fist.

What makes him so angry.

He stared at the calmly waiting Florentia and said, squeezing.

"I’m sorry. I... made a mistake."

Although the apology that she had earned after fighting the duel was insignificant, Florentia shrugged her shoulder once.

"Darn it!"

Astana, who had been sober with shame, chanted abuse words and left his seat.

Hundreds of eyes flew behind Astana’s back and pushed his back.

"It is enough."

Emperor Jovanes arose from where he was sitting saying so.

And he asked Ramona.

"What’s your name again?"

"It’s Ramona Brown, Your Majesty."

Ramona once again knelt down and answered politely.

"What’s your relationship with the Lord of Brown?

"He’s my father."

"Hmmm..."

The tail of Jovanes’ speech became longer.

And secretly, his eyes turned to her right hand holding the sword.

It’s not cut but with a normal hand.

"Are you in a hunting contest, Lady Brown?"

"Yes, I am not good enough, but I attend in the name of the Brown family, Your Majesty."

"Yes, good luck."

Jovanes turned away, leaving only that word.

There was no mention of a higher-level sword as Ramona showed a moment ago.

Ramona’s shoulders drooped down a little.

However, the Imperial Knights, following the Emperor’s Guard Knight, looked back at Ramona.

Their eyes were full of lingering feelings.

There was a gentle grip on Ramona’s shoulder, standing in such a slowly dispersed crowd.

"Lady Lombardy."

"Don’t worry, Lady Brown. The Brown family’s swordsman return has been an overcome the first step."

Tia smiled, her green eyes sparkling lively.

"Trust me."

It was a strange thing.

With just that word and a smile, Ramona’s heart soared.

It was really reassuring.

Ramona didn’t know if she knew how she felt.

"Astana, your stupid face is embarrassing."

Tia had some sort of villainous laugh.

"Chase, Chase."

Her shoulders shook as if they were dancing as she spoke words whose meaning was unknown.