The Terminally Ill Prince is the Mad Dog of the Underworld (Novel) - Chapter 50
Chapter 50. That’s Right, Do Your Best
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The unexpected words caused a great stir among the people.
I found it strange how people reacted so strongly to my few words. Back then, how many people had listened to the words of young Karzan, an orphan?
‘Only those guys.’
I thought of faces that had become blurry with time.
‘But the gaze Allenbert receives is so different.’
The status of being a young master of a duke’s family, beautiful appearance, and contrasting background…
If all of this could become a small affection for the boy called Allenbert, that would be exactly what I wanted. After all, what I’m about to show will surprise them even more.
“Squad Leader Jeffrey!”
I greeted a familiar face in the crowd.
“Yes, Young Master.”
All eyes turned to Jeffrey as he stood up.
“Who did you bet on?”
Jeffrey grinned.
“I bet on you, Young Master.”
“Good, that’s bold. That’s how a man should be.”
Murmurs grew louder at the news of Jeffrey’s bet.
“How much did you bet?”
“10 gold.”
I clapped.
“Congratulations. You’ll be the true winner here today.”
“I only trust in you, Young Master.”
“Of course.”
I watched the crowd rolling their eyes, contemplating where to place their bets, then noticed Keseg approaching from afar with a face full of discontent.
“Ah, finally, our other protagonist has arrived.”
I feel somewhat sorry about this.
The atmosphere has already shifted in my favor.
* * *
“Both parties, please step forward.”
Olivier, acting as notary, naturally took on the role of referee.
“This is merely a practice match. The winner will be determined when one side admits defeat, drops their sword, or when the referee judges one side to be clearly losing.”
“Understood.”
“Agreed.”
Keseg and I answered simultaneously.
“Using mana or dirty tricks will result in immediate disqualification.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry.”
Olivier gave Keseg a sharp look, probably meaning not to get carried away.
But such a look wouldn’t work on the current Keseg, whose chest was burning with a mix of ambition, honor, and irritation.
“Both sides, five steps back.”
The distance became quite considerable.
Keseg was staring at me with a sour face. He seems jealous of the attention I’m getting.
“Did you not enjoy your lunch? Your expression isn’t very pleasant.”
“…Young Master.”
Keseg spoke with an affected tone.
“Accepting this match was clearly a mistake. You’ve underestimated this Keseg too much.”
“…”
Wow, look at how affected his voice is.
“Was that a prepared line?”
“…!”
“Good grief. Please tell me it wasn’t.”
Keseg’s face turned bright red.
“What’s wrong, are you angry? Or embarrassed?”
“…Let’s begin.”
“Why suddenly change the subject?”
I slowly raised my wooden sword while picking my ear. It’s made from solid wood carved to shape. Getting hit outside the protective gear would break bones. Like Baklava’s hand bones.
“I’ll begin.”
Keseg raised his wooden sword to chest height. A common middle stance. I took the same stance as Keseg.