Chapter 15 - 08: Martial Contest (2)
At noon, the horn sounded.
On the high platform of the castle square, the two main characters of this game had taken their seats.
On one side was Count Caspar, dressed in luxurious attire, leisurely reclining against his chair with a glass of wine in hand.
On the other side was Yilin, similarly dressed in elegant clothing, but sitting upright and serious-faced.
Below the platform, marked by a central dividing line, the left side was occupied by Yilin's twenty-five attendants, including knights and their squires in formal knightly armor, alongside fifteen mercenaries recruited temporarily dressed in a mismatched array of outfits. On the right side were Count Caspar's elite knights, forming a dense, oppressive crowd estimated to surpass Yilin's forces by threefold—at least one hundred and twenty strong.
Beyond that, on the outskirts beyond the hastily constructed fences, there was a bustling sea of spectators.
This small coastal town, typically devoid of entertainment, was now witness to a spectacular event—the streets were teeming with people, and many couldn't even make it through the crowd.
Of course, Gray was among the lucky few who managed to squeeze in, though Bone Horse Tenidas wasn't quite so fortunate.
"Those two on the stage, are they the lords in question?"
"Indeed."
"Hmm, that petite figure... I feel like I've seen them somewhere before."