‘Our young master was incredible…but now that I think about it, Erengium’s young master was also highly skilled.’
The one who was highly skilled…
Ian was thinking about the eldest son of Erengium, the one who had avoided Ian’s grasp and charged towards Riley.
It was certainly an incredible move.
However, looking back now, there was something odd about it.
‘The movement was somehow…unfitting of his body type?’
For a swordsman, there are movements and mana utilization techniques that best fit one’s body.
The movements demonstrated by the Erengium’s eldest son were definitely fearsome, but they could not hide the fact that there was some awkwardness about them.
Ian thought that, if he was Erengium’s eldest son, he would have done things a little differently when he turned his upper body or moved his feet.
“I heard the second son of the Erengium House had a match yesterday.”
“Ah, right. Ian, you weren’t here yesterday…”
Iris responded to Ian’s murmur, and Sera added,
“Yes. That’s right. The dual-sword-wielding contestant that I was rooting for lost to that second son. I’m still really disappointed. I never thought that the match would end so fast.”
“Dual-sword-wielding? You mean Jenier?”
“Yes.”
“Hm…”
All contestants participating in the tournament were under 20.
Ian fiddled with his beard for a moment and then glanced towards the arena where the match was about to begin.
“Sera.”
“Yes?”
“By chance, during yesterday’s match, was there anything odd about the second son of the Erengium House?”
“Anything…odd? I’m not sure?”
Sera tilted her head to the side.
“Other than that he sent both of Young Master Jenier’s swords flying with just one blow, which I thought was pretty incredible, other than that… I don’t know much.”
Although the contestant that she was cheering for lost, Sera was not doubting Erengium out of anguish over it.
It was because there could be a difference in physical strength.
Also this was the most common scenario whenever a dual-wielding swordsman was defeated.
“What about the smells?”
When Ian and Sera were talking to each other, Riley, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes, asked casually.
“Yes?”
“His smell. That guy over there.”
Riley made a gesture with his chin toward Erengium’s second son.
Erengium’s second son, Apolion, was drawing his sword following the instruction from the judge who was standing in the middle of the arena.
He was shaking uncontrollably unlike yesterday.
“Smell…is there anything about him…”
Sniff Sniff
Sera, who had superb sense of smell, checked the smell and tilted her head.
As Riley said, a smell slightly different from yesterday was coming from Apolion.
It was a small difference that would have gone unnoticed if she was not directed to examine it so carefully.
“What is it?”
“…”
Iris and Ian looked at Sera, wondering about what was going on.
It was because they didn’t have special sense of smell like she did.
“Certainly, the smell is different.”
“Different?”
“Unlike yesterday, something is missing…”
Around the time Sera narrowed her eyes and puzzled over this finding in her head, the countdown announcing the beginning of the match started to roll.
“Mother, did you say this is the last match for the day?”
“Yes.”
“In that case, why don’t we get going? It is a bit awkward to say this, but the result is already out.”