Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 222 (Part 1):

Helmut frowned.

Gordon. How did he find out that he was affiliated with the Matesis Academy?

As he walked, he suddenly recalled someone’s voice.

‘Gordon? Ah, he’s a swordsman from Basor. He’s in his sixth year at Matesis Academy. He won’t be a difficult opponent for Hyde. It’ll be easy.’

Michael. He was the most peculiar noble among those Helmut had encountered. Not just Gordon, but Michael was also a problem.

‘Could he have come to Renosa?’

However, if he was an imperial citizen, Renosa wasn’t far from the Empire. It was entirely possible for him to come here.

Moreover, he had heard that some people particularly paid attention to such martial arts tournaments or swordsmanship tournaments.

Helmut had drawn too much attention at the martial arts tournament in Basor.

‘I need to be careful.’

Would there be someone as skilled as Luke Yeager or a member of the Palma Knights in this swordsmanship tournament?

It didn’t seem likely, but there was a slight sense of expectation.

Whether it was because of the swordsmanship tournament or because it was a holiday, Renosa’s streets were bustling.

Helmut pushed through the crowd and finally arrived at the blacksmith’s shop.

There were a few ready-made swords at the blacksmith’s. Helmut chose one that was heavier and longer than Darien’s sword and paid for it.

‘This should be enough.’

It was a sturdy sword. Quite high quality.

The blacksmith tilted his head as Helmut immediately selected a sword upon arriving.

“You’re not making one yourself?”

“I need a sword right away, and this one is perfect.”

“Then please wait a moment. I’ll adjust it to fit you. It will take about thirty minutes.”

The blacksmith took Helmut’s grip measurements and went to work on the sword.

Waiting in the second-floor lounge, Helmut glanced out the window. The outside seemed somewhat noisy.

A white carriage was racing down the main road. People were scattering to the sides to make way.

There were no crests on the carriage, making it impossible to tell which noble family it belonged to.

There were also nobles who traveled in carriages without crests if it wasn’t official business.

This way, they wouldn’t become targets.

However, the guards around the carriage were unusual.

Helmut narrowed his eyes. He felt a chill.

Through the carriage window, Helmut caught a glimpse of something. It was bright blond hair.

Blond hair wasn’t rare, but for some reason, it looked familiar.

‘Michael.’

Was it because he had been thinking about him a moment ago? It felt too coincidental to be a coincidence.

The carriage soon passed, and the street was once again crowded. Helmut received his sword and left the blacksmith’s shop.

If that was Michael, Helmut needed to hide his identity from those who knew about the temple, Michael, and Hyde.

It was uncertain if it was possible without an early exit from the tournament.

“Michael?”

It was a name she was hearing for the first time. Alea narrowed her eyes. Helmut briefly explained what had happened in Basor.

Because Michael was not directly involved in the central events, he had never properly talked about him.

“Do you know which noble family he’s from?”

“I know he’s from the Empire. If that’s his real name, I should be able to find out from Talon’s report.”

Now it was time to wait for Talon’s report. Alea spoke bluntly.

“If he’s very curious about you and smart, he’s dangerous. Can you just kill and get rid of him?”

“If he’s a high-ranking noble, it will be problematic.”

Helmut was not accustomed to assassination. How could he find and kill Michael unnoticed in Renosa?

“I mean, do you have the mindset to kill him if necessary?”

“I’d rather not.”

Helmut answered without hesitation. Michael had shown him kindness. Repaying kindness with death was not something Helmut desired.

Moreover, he found something about him bothersome. Not in a negative way, but it was just something that caught his attention.

‘He’s like Charlotte. But he doesn’t resemble Charlotte much.’

Nor did he resemble Helmut. It was hard to suspect any blood relation with Michael.

Although fraternal twins don’t necessarily have to look alike, Charlotte and Michael looked like they could be siblings when placed side by side.

Their personalities were also different. Charlotte was stern, while Michael was gentle and kind. They each resembled their father and mother.

Alea suggested,

“Alright then… how about changing your swordsmanship style?”

“Change my style?”

“Not the swordsmanship of the Sword Saint, but the common swordsmanship you use. But I heard there are subtle differences even in common swordsmanship. The one you use is probably similar to Basor’s style, right?”

Even common swordsmanship couldn’t be exactly the same across regions.

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