Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 233 (Part 1):

‘That child also made a lot of effort.’

Margret knew how impressive it was to become a selected participant in the swordsmanship competition within less than a year of entering the academy.

Charlotte had always been a diligent and steadfast child. A faint smile appeared on Margret’s lips.

There isn’t a finger that doesn’t hurt when bitten, but not all fingers hurt equally.

There were less painful fingers and more painful fingers.

For Margret, Michael was the more painful finger. But that didn’t make the less painful fingers meaningless.

At this moment, Margret’s gaze was on the less painful finger.

Her eyes turned towards the stage. Two selected participants were standing there. One was Charlotte, and the other one was…

“What are you worried about? Do you have the mind to think about other things?”

Robin asked sarcastically, looking at Charlotte, who had her gaze upward.

After Taren was brutally defeated by Helmut and eliminated, he alone bore the honor of the swordsmanship department of Matesis Academy.

He had watched the match between Helmut and Taren.

Helmut’s skills were real. His sword was so fast and harsh that it gave chills. Robin thought he wouldn’t have had a different outcome than Taren.

But this girl, Charlotte, was different.

Robin judged that Helmut was abnormal, but everyone else was at an ordinary level.

Even if they were excellent, they weren’t overwhelmingly so in this swordsmanship competition.

Among such excellence, it was natural for Robin, from Matesis Academy, to stand out the most.

‘A small frame, agile movements. She’s not an easy opponent. Moreover, she’s a pretty and seemingly weak girl, so anyone might hesitate and end up getting hurt.

Looking at how far she’s come, she must have some skills, but can I really lose to her?’

Anyone would let their guard down in front of Charlotte. Robin wasn’t completely relaxed, but he didn’t place Charlotte on the same level as himself.

He would surely teach her a lesson. Even if there was that one genius, the rest would show that Matesis was superior to Greta!

Robin smiled as if he were certain of victory.

“This is a glorious stage watched by the Grand Duchess of Renosa. Let’s have a great match together.”

Charlotte finally responded.

“Yes, indeed.”

Her gaze that had been toward the Grand Duchess returned to its original position. This was the stage watched by her mother. Her heart raced with excitement.

Somehow, she didn’t feel like she would lose. Renosa’s Ratona was Charlotte’s home stage.

Everything seemed to be on her side. Even the air and wind swirling around this place.

Charlotte gripped her sword handle. Her heart, filled with determination and confidence, was rather calm.

Early this morning, she had a sparring session with Helmut. He had proposed it himself.

Helmut was not the type to propose sparring with anyone. To him, sparring with someone was meaningless.

When she asked why he was helping her, Helmut replied,

“It’s also good for me if you reach the final stage.”

That didn’t mean he helped her because she was an easy opponent compared to Robin.

To Helmut, both Charlotte and Robin were similar opponents.

Helmut had simply lowered his skills to an appropriate level to spar with her.

Even so, it was still challenging for Charlotte to deal with him.

Charlotte told Helmut,

“I will achieve good results to make your help worthwhile.”

She intended to keep that promise. Charlotte’s eyes firmly fixed on her opponent.

Soon, the match began.

Waaaaaah!

Excited cheers hit the stage. The match continued for over 30 minutes. This meant there wasn’t much difference in their skills.

Robin seemed to have better endurance, but Charlotte’s endurance was not inferior.

The seemingly endless match saw a decisive moment when the impatient Robin made a move.

Robin’s sword grazed Charlotte’s shoulder. It was an unavoidable strike.

Red blood splattered onto the stage.

A woman stood up abruptly from the shaded area.

Her shoulder was burning, and her head soon felt dizzy.

Yet Charlotte kept her hawk-like sharp gaze locked on her sword.

Blood could be seen dripping from her opponent’s neck. It was where the tip of her sword had grazed.

The impact of her injury had nearly caused her to falter, but she succeeded in not fatally wounding him.

And she won. She won.

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