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Chapter 119 - Episode Thirty-Six - And Then The Legends (5) (Side: Brian)

The royal capital, Elkuxia.

In the heart of the city of the Kingdom of Dinrat, there is a large arena.

Once every six months in the Elkuxia arena, a combat tournament is held.

As part of the opening ceremony, the princes’ unveil their entourage, the Elite Guards Captains, to the public.

In addition to demonstrating the dignity of the royal family and increasing the amount of taxation from the wealthy, the princes were meant to appeal to the present king of Dinrat, saying that they were able to hire such a strong man.

In the Dinrat Kingdom, the succession to the throne is by nomination.

In the Dinrat Kingdom, the succession to the throne is by nomination, and this is the first step in the battle for the throne, albeit a minor one.

Standing to the east is Brian Bond, the big man in armor who serves Prince Alphonse, the firstborn.

He has a craggy orange beard, dark skin, and an ogre-like face.

A brazen neck and limbs that are clearly different from those of Norcs.

Brian’s race is said to be Daldwarf.

Among the dwarves, they are a thick-skinned, battle-specialized race.

The Daldwarf is a bloodthirsty race that likes war and was treated as good mercenaries for the aristocracy in times of warfare, reducing their numbers.

Now, they are a completely rare race.

Brian had been serving Prince Alphonse for six years now.

At the time, Prince Alphonse was thirteen years old, and he didn’t have the strength to hire a daldwarf warrior on his own.

He was given away by a nobleman from a faction that supported him because of his promise.

Brian looked around the auditorium as he carried the great axe lightly.

The auditorium, which had been making a lot of noise earlier, quieted down with that.

Brian gets a feeling out of the reaction and smiles, showing his gums.

Then he glared at the south gate where his opponent was coming out.

Brian was hungry for a strong man.

He wasn’t interested in being hired by the nobles to be conveniently tossed around as a bargaining chip, or to serve the royalty as a result of that.

There was no loyalty. He had only a hunger to fight the powerful.

Fight the strong and twist them. That was his joy as a Daldwarf.

As a child, Brian had traveled with his mentor, a human of the Norcs.

But when he was nine years old, his mentor was attacked by a band of thieves and his mentor died.

At that time, Brian destroyed the bandits, who were laughing at him for thinking they had finished their work, all alone, and that too with his bare hands.

He then made his master’s grave in a nearby village and was picked up directly by the village chief’s house, where he lived and helped with the heavy lifting in the village.

Brian had a rather buoyant appearance among the Norcs, but he was never looked at with contempt.

He was powerful and very useful in the village, and he enjoyed his boyhood as a popular figure.

But such an idyllic life did not fill his blood.

At the age of sixteen, he left the village to become an adventurer, was hired by a provincial lord, and found himself a knight of the Marquess family, and before he knew it, a knight of the royal family.

Even in the midst of his life as a knight, his blood was still not filled as a daldwarf.

However, Brian had finally found someone who would be able to fight on an equal footing with him.

That was the demon slayer, Gaston Gernand.

Brian had once wondered why he had been born in such peaceful times, but when he found out about him, his worries were blown away.

He had been born to fight this man, his instinct as a daldwarf told Brian that.

Brian swallowed back the drool that was about to spill out.

It was a daldwarf instinct to get excited before a battle.

Normally, he would have wanted to follow the blood rapture and drool, but the aristocrats didn’t like that kind of vulgar manner.

From the south gate, the Elite Guards Captain of the fourth child, Princess Eluanor, emerges.

Indigo hair, a trimmed beard.

His height is tall for a norcs man, but it is also within the range of an ordinary person.

The indigo-haired man walks awkwardly and heads to the center of the arena.

As rumor has it that he is a rising adventurer, he is not familiar with this kind of place.

When the indigo-haired man met eyes with Brian, his body trembled and he stopped walking.

Under normal circumstances, he would have looked scared. The man’s face seemed to be twisted in grief, and he looked like he was about to start crying right now, somehow.

But Brian and all the spectators in the arena knew it was an act of wariness.

The man’s name was Gaston Gernand.

He is a truly out-of-the-box adventurer who has created numerous legends, overturned the rules and regulations of the Adventurer’s Support Center, and risen to legendary status in a short period of time.

He has a reputation not only for his strength, but also for his personality, as well as his quiet and humble side.

The crowd, which had been frozen by Brian’s glare, went into a frenzy again.

“Gaston! Gaston!” “Gaston! Gaston!”

“Gaston! Gaston!” “Gaston! Gaston!”

It is a storm of Gaston calls.

It would be too. The people are looking for a hero.

Gaston, with his overwhelming power and personality, was exactly what the hero was.

The success story of his rise from an orphan from the streets of poverty to a royal knight may have picked their fancy.

As they cheered for the enemy, Brian smiled wryly.

He imagined what their faces would look like when he won.

When the fight began, it was Gaston who moved first.

Gaston drew his sword and then dove into Brian, breathing hard and meditating.

The way he did so looked like an act of desperation itself, but the audience interpreted it as a way to fight like that, I’m sure.

The crowd erupted at the sight of Gaston, who could almost be described as brave, but Brian’s face was strained and he showed his anger.

“You think you can handle me?”

Gaston heard the voice and stopped in his tracks.

“Come in earnest. You don’t seem like a strong man to me right now. You want to catch me off guard, and that’s disappointing.”

Immediately after Brian said this, a cloud of dust rose between him and Gaston, creating a large depression in the ground.

A strike from the daldwarves, feared as a lightning strike.

To those around him, it looked as if the ground had been destroyed by magic.

But he merely swung his axe with a speed that no one in the arena could follow, and gouged the ground.

It was a complete thunderbolt, made possible by the excitement and anger that had been raised to the extreme.

“If you are only going to wear the skin of a little man, then I will sear you out!”

Brian took a deep breath and let out a loud yell.

It was the roar of a strong man, a roar that made the instincts of those who heard it threaten their lives.

Brian tried to bring out Gaston’s true feelings with this.

Fear reverberated throughout the auditorium, and some people involuntarily left their seats and crumpled to the ground.

But Gaston was completely unfazed.

To be precise, he didn’t seem to be moving.

“Splendid, even after receiving my roar head on……mmm?”

Gaston has lost his consciousness and leaked.

For a moment, Brian stood there, unaware of what had happened.

The crowd was gradually beginning to quiet down.

Brian looked up and saw his master, Prince Alphonse, standing up from his seat and raising his arms in delight. It didn’t matter to him at heart.

He felt a rush of anger.

He didn’t know why, but he finally figured out that this fight had been a grand farce.

The overwhelming excitement, the magic, the killing intent, was leaking out of Brian.

When Brian was frustrated by the frustration of desire, his blood told him.

That there was a real strong man in the audience.

Perhaps that guy who was sitting in the audience, hearing Brian’s roar, went into a combat stance for a moment and leaked his magic power.

Brian’s blood had sniffed out that magic power.