Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 149 (Part 1):

“You seem to have some skills, but do you think I would lose to a flimsy brat like you!”

“Hyde, victory!”

“Don’t underestimate me just because you got lucky with an easy opponent!”

“Hyde, victory!”

Five days later, the advancement to the main event was easily decided. However, as if to signify a step up, the very last one kneeled down after taking three hits.

“Not bad.”

Helmut casually threw these words at his quivering opponent and turned away cleanly. Everyone talks too much. The sword is simpler than that.

“Hyde, congratulations on making it to the main event.”

Michael, who had approached at some point, greeted him with a smile. From the first day, including Robert, Michael’s squires did not even give Helmut a glance. They only placed their hands on their swords as if on guard.

They are well-trained. On a similar level to the academy instructors. It would be impossible to have such knights unless one is an heir of a considerable family.

‘No need to delve too deeply.’

To Helmut, Michael was just a noble boy he happened to meet by chance. Entangling with anything would not be light given the weight of the past Helmut carries.

“If you have no special plans today, how about going somewhere nice with me? To celebrate making it to the main event.”

Helmut cut him off briefly.

“I would like to focus on training since the main event is coming up.”

Somehow sharing accommodation, there was nothing to gain by being close to Michael. If anything related to what he was planning were to affect him, it could spark trouble.

Even though he is a prominent noble, this place is Basor. A foreign country. It wouldn’t be strange if he were to be treated harshly.

But Michael persisted with a slightly stubborn attitude.

“It seems like Hyde can advance to the upper stages without difficulty.”

Helmut noticed. Perhaps this was a sign that he had been marked as a pre-determined opponent.

Being openly friendly like this, in full view of everyone. The power brokers of Basor, who wish to approach the strong, would hesitate, thinking that he is already claimed.

‘That could be troublesome.’

“I can’t guarantee that. The main event is already full of skilled participants.”

“Then, together, shall we watch the other matches from the VIP seats? It’s the match where the main event participants are decided, so it would be helpful if we were to meet them later.”

Thinking the skills of the main event participants were already clear and not worth watching, but he found the idea of watching others’ matches interesting. Helmut nodded.

“Alright.”

Being able to make such a tempting offer is also a skill.

When they climbed up to the VIP seats, one of the participants was already standing in the arena. A huge man, seemingly three heads taller than Helmut. The announcement followed.

“His opponent is, Luke Yeager!”

A man slowly walked towards the arena from the other side, just as Helmut was about to take his seat.

Helmut inadvertently gave his attention to him. From his gait, something extraordinary could be felt. It was an indescribable sensation.

The moment he saw the face of the man who stepped onto the stage, Helmut froze.

“Hyde? Do you know him?”

“No, not really.”

Helmut shook his head. But his gaze was intensely fixed on the young man standing on the stage.

Not a huge build, but with well-defined muscles and a nimble body. His silver-gray hair, cold as ash, contrasted starkly with the sun of Basor. His eyes were a deep green. The eyes of a serious swordsman.

And that face. A pleasant charisma emanated from his handsome face, which was smiling faintly. There was a hint of sharpness at a glance.

18 years old. An age of transitioning from a boy to a young man. Not an age one could call old, but his face conveyed more maturity than youthfulness. Likely because he had already carved out his place in a foreign land.

‘The descendant of Darien.’

A sharp sensation passed through him. There was no need to confirm if it was really him but why a member of the Palma Knights is here.

He resembled Darien. That stubborn and strong person who taught Helmut not only swordsmanship but many things.

And the strongest human Helmut had ever seen. A human whom even the demonic beasts of the Forest of Roots wouldn’t dare to confront lightly.

“What kind of swordsmanship will he display?”

Ding. The bell rang long.

Before the echo of the bell could fade, the duel was over.

“Huh? That ended quickly.”

Michael’s voice was heard. Helmut belatedly realized Michael’s presence beside him. He had been so engrossed that he momentarily forgot where he was.

The duel, which lasted a very short time, made Helmut shiver. Not just because he saw the strong swordsmanship of the opponent.

Helmut saw a glimpse of Darien in him.

‘Although It’s hard to tell from the few times the sword was swung.’

But even from those few times, he could sense something. The young man knew Darien’s swordsmanship.

‘It seems the son didn’t learn in vain.’

Well, it was Darien. He would not have been lenient with his only son, not less harshly than he had been with his many students.

‘But he endured through the hardship and pain.’

However, such painful and difficult memories inevitably leave a mark on the body. The unnamed son of Darien must have excellently passed down Darien’s swordsmanship to his talented grandson.

‘I’ve never seen anyone with talent equal to mine.’

Helmut was surprisingly taken aback. Not out of arrogance. Helmut was a genius.

But Darien’s descendant had met an opponent nearly at the level of Helmut’s opponent and finished the match in a similar time. Although 18 years old and older than Helmut, in terms of talent, he was in no way inferior.

Helmut had a seed of darkness. If they had started from an equal footing, Helmut couldn’t confidently say he would have the upper hand.

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