Chapter 7: Inglis, 5 years old (3)
For a while when the sword match practices started, the knights’ side had the upper hand. Each knight was paired off with an armed peddler in a one-on-one match and the number of armed peddlers gradually decreased. The tide turned when Mr. Lambert’s son, Rahal finally stepped into the arena. The knights couldn’t even touch him and the consecutive defeats began.
「Guah!?」 1
The knight who was currently facing him dropped his wooden sword when his sword arm was hit.
「Match over! Rahal won!」
Ryuk announced Rahal’s victory. At least ten knights had lost to Rahal already. As the number of consecutive losses of the knights under him increased, Ryuk’s mood had also turned a little sour.
「Hahaha. Dear knights, aren’t you guys way too dull? Has it been that long since you guys were last attacked by magic stone beasts?」
Inglis wondered whether the consecutive victories had gotten into his head, or this was his true nature — big-headed arrogance — and that the earlier timidness was merely a pretense.
「Whereas, we’ve been encountering magic stone beasts everywhere we travel. Or should I say, our goods are needed precisely at places under the threat of magic stone beasts.」
Mr. Lambert appeared to be elated with his son’s victory and from the looks of it, his nose was raised so high up in the air that Inglis wondered how he even managed to breathe. 2