The Knights' Challenges

Eugene rested, receiving lavish hospitality until the appointed day. However, the knights who hadn't been chosen felt their pride wounded.

“Sir Gallia! Please compose yourself!”

“Quiet, you! Is this where Sir Eugene is?”

Pushing aside those who tried to stop him, he sought out Eugene and demanded a duel, which was not strange.

Even the City tried its best to control it, but it was difficult to block, as it was a Knight's honorable right.

The boiling blood of a Knight could only be cooled by another Knight.

The problem was that the Champion's Duel was being held under the auspices of a mere Free City, without the control of an authoritative Noble Lord.

“I believe a Knight would not refuse a rightful challenge! I came to defend the City and build glory, not to simply feast!”

“Haa.”

The challenger, intoxicated by honor, seemed oblivious to everything else, but for Eugene, it was a nuisance. And to make matters worse, he burst in precisely when he was having his hair trimmed, which annoyed him...