Re:START/If {Book 1.0}
Chapter 48 : Mutual-Evitn 8 of 10 “The Ritman Library” (Part 01)
From the main gate of the city of Mylta, just to the south there is a wide road with one side bordered by a large wall of coastal cities that stretch to the sea. Straight down the road with a stone structure near the wall, there was a training barracks of soldiers and guards of the city of Mylta. It is separate from the settlement, but quite close to the main gate because it can be reached only by a five-minute walk.
Barak has a building layout almost the same as the city hall, has a fairly large fighting field — Surrounded by the offices and dormitories of the military of the coastal city. In the morning before noon, the atmosphere in the barracks was quite crowded because they were working time and saw many people who were practicing in the field.
Everyone who was previously in the lobby of the Porzan inn came to that place. Immediately Iitla tried to disperse his men who were training on the field, telling them that an important duel would be held risking the future of Luke— region Between Odo against Arca.
Automatically commotion ensued, they immediately expressed various arguments. Some consider it nonsense and unreasonable, some are annoyed because they do not like the nature of Arca, and some are just amazed and wonder why there can be such an important duel.
“Why did you let him?! Doesn't that bet make no sense? They are still kids!”
“It's true! This future cannot be determined like this!”
“We wait for Mr. Dart to return first! He will be back in the middle of spring! Although they are still children, if there is black on white Luke and Rein's relationship can be chaotic, Mr. Iitla!”
The Chief Warrior could only be silent, he was very familiar with the opinions of his men. But still he could not convey the reality, however, that the main cause of the duel was because the Miss they respected committed several corruption cases to raise funds for the plan to exterminate the bandits they had done last winter.
In front of the weapons storage building on the outskirts of the training field, Arca sorted out some of the swords carried by her two personal Butlers from inside the warehouse. He glanced at the overwhelmed Head Warrior explaining the matter to the soldiers in the middle of the field, then gave a small grin with a condescending expression.
“Look at that, is it true that the man there is a Knight-level with me?” said Arca.
“Of course that person is not on par with you, Mr. Arca.”
“That's right, My Lord.”
Hearing his personal second Butler's remark, Arca only smirked a little and went back to sorting out the sword to be used for the duel. The sword that was there was only an ordinary weapon, it did not contain any magic structures or tricks in it. Arca herself wanted to fight with her pure ability, without any underhanded tactics or gimmicks.
A little anxious, one of the Butler Sculptures asked, “But Lord Arca, are you sure you want to fight directly against that Black Dragon Killer? Not her ...”
“Quiet only ...” Arca turned her head with a face full of confidence, while grinning she said, “While I can't use magic, I have that power. Did you forget, I am Native Overhoul with the strongest kind of strength ...”
In the midst of the conversation, Odo came out of the armory with Gladius' sword. It was a sword that only had a length of about 55 centimeters, prioritizing the durability of the sword eye, both sides were sharp and the tip was quite pointed.
Seeing the young man with black hair coming out with the blue haired woman who always accompanied him, Arca was confused. The weapons the young man picked up tended not to match Luke's famous style of fighting flow with his single sword.
“Why did he choose such a short sword? Isn't the Luke family inclined to a single sword over a meter long?” mind Sculpture.
Before he could ask her that question, Odo and Vil were visited by a red-haired woman from the Mylta family, Lisia. With a breath of breath after running he immediately asked, “Ke-Why did you even challenge Lord Arca to a duel and risk such a thing?! Tu-Tuan Arca knows that you are weak!”
Odo just stared flat at the woman whose breath was raging. He understood that and more or less understood that the one who told him was Lisia herself. Sighing lightly, Odo asked back, “Why did you even return to the city? You haven't finished taking care of that Klista tribe, ‘kan?”
“I-It .... I just want to make sure the execution of the bandits, it will be ...”
“And this is what you got!” Odo faced the redhead woman, looked annoyed and pressed back, “You must have also come right after getting a message from the Rein guy about a fund offer or something, right?”
“A—!Eng ...” Lisia nodded regretfully.
Odo did understand the nature of Lisia like that, had predicted that the woman would be one of those entangled in the trap of the Dalang who turned out to be a Rein person. Sighing a little, he tried to remove the annoyance.
Not caring about such a thing and stopping blaming, Odo immediately turned his head towards Arca and asked, “Arca Rein! I have not decided what I will ask if I win, ‘kan?”
“Hmm?” Arca took out a one-handed sword over a meter long from one of her Personal Butlers, then turned her head and said, “Don't you want me to keep quiet about all their problems if I win?”
“It's less equivalent to my bet.”
“Ya, true also.” The statue smirked slightly while observing the sword eyes whose sharp blades reflected the sunlight. “Hmm ...” Glancing at the small he asked, “So what do you want to ask if you win? Seize all of Rein's authority? Imprisoned me? Make me your slave all your life? Well, all that's impossible for you, anyway!”
“Everything ..”
“Heh?” The statue was surprised, as were both his Personal Butler and Lisia. As for Vil, he sighed because Odo demanded more crazy things than what was at stake.
“Hah?” Sculpture back upset, staring sharply and snapping, “Talk what you are! Crazyhead! How could I have agreed to it! Make reasonable and decent bets! Basic damn!”
Odo slightly raised his chin, looked down and said, “If you take that condition, I'll tell you why your mother could conceive you for 17 months. If necessary, I will also tell you the truth whether you are really the son of Uncle Thomas and Lady Calista or not.
“Hah?” The statue was instantly daunted, unable to take it as a prank after getting Odo's serious look. Attracted by it he also tried to argue, “Why should I trust you! I can ask Ibund—”
“You can't ask directly,” cut Odo coldly. He stared flatly, smiled lightly and confirmed, “You won't dare. The proof is you didn't ask that during your lifetime of 15 years.”
“Tch! What do you know?!” snapped Sculpture.
Pointing his index finger to the front of his mouth, while grinning little Odo said, “I give you a hint, the reason your mother could be pregnant for 17 months has something to do with my mother, Mavis Luke. They know something and I know it too. The rest I'll tell you if you take that condition and it's against me.”
“You—!” The word Arca came to a halt, gritted her teeth and was completely unable to ignore it. In the depths of his heart he was very curious about the thing that always haunted him, then with annoyance he replied, “Alright! If that's what you want! I accept those conditions! I'll make sure you're sorry for challenging me, you piece of trash!”
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Everyone stepped aside from the training ground, providing space for the duel of the two heirs of the aristocratic family. The spectators were made up of soldiers, guards, some merchants and those officials standing on the outskirts. They put on various expressions and crowded with sounds that seemed to buzz. Under the scorching afternoon sun, the duel was officially held with the Lisian witness and everyone watching.
Lisia, Vil, and the two Butler Arca stood near the storage shed. They stared anxiously and felt that the duel would be very uncertain who would win. Whether Odo or Arca, both of them have their own prestige and strength that can be said to be above average when compared to the Knights though.
In the middle of the field Odo stood ten from the place of Arca, staring flatly and not at all preparing for something that a witch should do before a fight. Seeing that Arca felt that his opponent was going to advance using his sword technique alone, find a great advantage in the duel and start grinning. Iitla Lots stood between the two of them, served as the referee of the duel and was chosen on the approval of both of them.
Arc brandished its weapon forward, it was a one-handed sword with a length of over one meter and had two shiny sharp sides. By raising the volume of the voice he said, “What are his victory terms?! Is it until one of us gets hit by a slash and gives up?”
“Speak what you!” Odo raised his sword to his shoulders, stared flatly and loudly replied, “We risked everything, the provisions were very mushy! We fight until consciousness is lost or one of us gives up! Permanent injuries to the point of making the opponent disabled are allowed! Cutting hands, crushing eyes, piercing the chest and stomach can also be! Just not killing it is enough!”
Iitla was surprised to hear that condition, in a panic she said, “Tu-Tuan Odo! Duel terms like it—!”
“Not a problem,” by Arca. Taking a breath and re-attaching his signature grin, the brunette youth said, “I don't mind! With those terms!”
“Hmm ...” Odo sniffed, lowered the sword from the shoulder and said, “Good! Then let's just start ...”
“Mr Iitla, cue!” pinta Arca's.
The Chief Warrior was a little confused and frightened, immediately looking towards Lisia as if asking for approval for what Odo and Arca demanded. Lisia at the corner of the field only nodded small with hesitation, unable to do anything for the duel.
Iitla looked pale and anxious, afraid that she would betray the ruler of Luke County because it did not prevent the bloody duel that the two young men from the aristocratic family would have.
“Good ...” Iitla stood between Odo and Arca, took her breath deep and loudly said, “The duel is about to begin! The rules and conditions of victory are to make the opponent lose consciousness or surrender! Allowed to carry out fatal attacks that result in permanent injury! Magic is allowed! Weapons allowed! The deadline for the duel does not exist! It is forbidden to kill an opponent! No interference from outside parties is prohibited! Both parties must comply with these conditions! If anyone violates then the opposing side will be declared win!”
Iitla raised her right hand high, then said, “Marquess Luke's son, Odo Luke! Do you swear to obey the rules and fulfill your promise in this duel?”
“I swear ...!”
“Son Count Rein, Sculpture Rein! Do you swear to obey the rules and fulfill your promise in this duel?”
“On behalf of my father, this self swear!”
“Then, this afternoon the duel will begin!”
The atmosphere turned silent for a moment, the people on the sidelines fell silent for a moment. The field used has a length of about 120 meters and a width of 90 meters, with a flat land surface that is slightly dusty and precisely exposed to the scorching sun that has risen to its highest peak.
Both parties prepare ...” In that tense atmosphere, Iitla steadied her mind and loudly lowered her cue, “START!!” Iitla lowered her hand quickly, a sign of the start of the duel.
However, none of the two of them took the first step. The statue only began to put up its horses by standing sideways, raising the sword with the right hand as if the sword it was holding was of the Rapier type. Folding the left hand to the waist, straighten the body and make the distance between the two legs short so that they can immediately take wide steps to do a quick stab.
Unlike the Rein family's son, Odo just stood up without putting up any horses at all. The attitude of the body, the way of looking and breathing, all that he did not prepare and just raised his sword forward. Arca felt insulted by such an attitude, but of course he understood that it was only a provocation because he understood little about the person named Odo what his nature was like.