Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation - Chapter 281 : Chapter 281
Chapter 281. My Arrangements Were Not in Vain After All (1)
It was the training ground where the Paladins of the Holy Theocracy trained their bodies.
Since the 12 Paladins sometimes used it, the training ground was built to be extremely spacious and sturdy.
Antorius arrived there and said.
“I need to have a duel now, so everyone please clear the area.”
At his words, the Paladins stirred.
“A duel? With that Double Dragon?”
“Is Sir Denar going to do it himself?”
“Ughh….”
Their expressions were a mixture of worry and concern.
Antorius was displeased by his colleagues’ expressions.
Of course, what could be said about the legend of the Double Dragon?
But he was Antorius Denar.
Although his sword mastery was stuck at the 6-star level, unable to break through the wall, if he added the miracles using divine power….
‘Even if my opponent is the Double Dragon, I have a good chance of winning.’
Well, delusions are free.
In any case, the stage was set.
The spacious training ground was completely emptied….
“Huuuuuuuu….”
Antorius took a deep breath, composed his mind and body, then opened his eyes wide and stepped onto the training ground.
And to the resolute Antorius, Patrick said….
“Go. Knight A.”
“Yes. Young Mas… what?”
“Go.”
“……”
To Oliver, who had a ‘what did you just say?’ expression, Patrick spoke again.
“Go.”
Oliver was momentarily bewildered and then said.
“Are you telling me to fight him?”
“Yes.”
“Why aren’t you doing it, Young Master? Why am I going?”
“It’d be too obvious if I did it, wouldn’t it? Then there’d be no fun in watching.”
“……”
Oliver was silent for a moment.
And on the training ground, Antorius shouted in a rough voice.
“What are you doing, not coming up here?”
“Hold on a second.”
Then, Patrick put his arm around Oliver’s shoulder and said in a suggestive voice.
“Are you going to keep talking back? I told you to go and do it.”
“No, how am I supposed to beat him? Have I become strong enough to defeat the Holy Sword of the Holy Theocracy?”
“What nonsense. Of course, you’re weak… wait, what sword? Holy Sword?”
“You didn’t know?”
“Who? Him?”
“You really didn’t know?”
The Arcana that Patrick had participated in was still called the best of all time.
At the same time, the four who reached the semi-finals back then were called….
The Double Dragon, Patrick Sky Schneider.
The Hegemon King of the North, Cierion Baisus Yusef.
The New Star of the Empire, Garcia Reynardo.
The Holy Sword of the Holy Theocracy, Antorius Denar.
That’s what they were called.
And Patrick, upon hearing this explanation….
“Of all the things….”
“……”
“To think that I would be treated as a set with these brats.”
He had a look of utter emptiness and pity.
What was this?
Wasn’t this no different from the kind of nicknames given to young kids when they had a fleeting moment of fame, like the Five Dragons and Three Phoenixes or the Seven Dragons and Four Phoenixes?
Him?
This Radiant Dragon Great Master?
Treated as a Rising Star bundle discount set?
“This is pissing me off.”
Patrick became even more reluctant to face him directly.
He pulled on the arm he had around Oliver’s shoulder and said.
“Go and do it. There’s a difference in class, he’s too much of a brat for me to face, isn’t he?”
“Since when did you care about class?”
“From today until tomorrow.”
“Young Masteeeer!”
Oliver wailed, and at the same time, Antorius on the training ground bellowed.
“What are you doing? Get up here now!”
“Ah, I said wait!”
Patrick shouted back and then turned to Oliver.
“Knight A. I won’t say much. You caused a huge mess recently, didn’t you?”
“That… isn’t that over?”
“Hmm? Over?”
“……”
“In my dictionary, there’s no such thing as ‘over’. You fell head over heels for a black mage and posed a threat to the fiefdom’s safety, and you call that over? Maybe I should just end your life.”
“Haha… hahahaha….”
Laughter was all that came out.
And he realized.
“If you want to return to the Duchy alive, go and fight.”
“…Yes.”
That he had no choice.
Seeing Oliver weakly ascend to the training ground, Patrick called out.
“Oliver.”
“Yes.”
Did he feel sorry for sending him up just like that? Or perhaps some advice that could lead to victory….
“If you lose, you die.”
“……”
“I’m serious. I’m not just saying that.”
He was foolish to have expected anything from a demon.
***
Oliver A trudged onto the training ground.
And Antorius Denar, who was watching him with a rotten expression….
“What is the meaning of this?”
He roared at Patrick.
In response, Patrick cleaned his ear and said.
“What? You wanted a duel? You wanna go? Huh?”
“Are you saying you won’t face me yourself?”
“Yep.”
“Why? For what reason?”
Perhaps unable to ignore the emotion in Antorius’ outcry?
Patrick erased his bored attitude and answered with a serious face.
“Because I can’t be bothered.”
“…You son of a…”
Patrick’s sincere reply almost made a Paladin spout curses.
To him, Patrick said.
“Just do it for now. If you beat him, I’ll face you myself.”
“…Are you telling me to prove my worthiness to face you?”
“Well, not really… but. No. It’s a hassle, so let’s just say that.”
“Double Dragooooon!”
“Ah, your voice is so loud. Shut up and just do it. Do you duel with your mouth?”
“……”
Antorius bit his lower lip hard.
Then he looked at Oliver, who had come up as his opponent, and said.
“I don’t know what your reason is… but if you want to get down, do it now.”
“…What did you say?”
“As things are now, it will be difficult for me to control my strength. So, if you don’t want to get seriously hurt, I’m telling you to get down on your own.”
“…Ah, I see.”
Oliver understood.
So, you’re no match for me.
And right now, I’m blind with rage and can’t control my strength against a nobody like Knight A.
So if you don’t want to die, admit defeat and get down.
‘That’s what he means.’
He understood the situation.
And upon understanding….
“This is pissing me off.”
“If you understand, then get… what?”
Feeling a surge of anger welling up from the depths of the abyss, Oliver gave a slight smile.
Then, Oliver drew swords in both hands and, facing the stunned Antorius, extended one hand and beckoned with his fingers, saying.
“Come at me.”
“…You baaaastard!”
Kwaaaang!
Along with Antorius’ furious shout, his sword and Oliver’s twin swords clashed.
***
“They’re finally starting.”
Patrick muttered with a huge yawn from below the training ground.
It was tough setting the stage for these brats.
“If you tell them to fight, they should just fight, what’s with all the chatter….”
Patrick quietly observed the exchange between the two as they rapidly traded blows after the initial clash.
Beside him, Matthew struck up a conversation.
“Does Sir A have any chance of winning?”
“A chance… none.”
Purely in terms of sword mastery, the two were on par.
But Antorius had divine power.
The power and utility of Antorius’ miracle (porténtum) shown at the Arcana remained vivid in Patrick’s memory.
Unlike the martial arts of Shaolin, which were simply imbued with an evil-warding aura, his abilities were closer to an authority that could be applied more freely, making them quite useful in combat.
So, objectively considered, Antorius had the upper hand in overall combat power.
“You set this up knowing that?”
“That’s right.”
As Patrick readily admitted it, Matthew said.
“Well, a fight with a strong opponent will be a good experience for Sir A. Still….”
“Still?”
“No, it’s just that I thought it was unlike you.”
“What is?”
“Even if it’s for gaining experience, wasn’t your side losing the fifteenth thing you hated?”
“That’s true.”
“To think you’d endure that…. You’ve also grown since getting married.”
As Matthew said this with a smirk, Patrick retorted as if dumbfounded.
“What are you talking about? Endure?”
“Hmm?”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? Him. If he loses, he dies.”
“You were serious?”
“I told you I was serious, didn’t I?”
“…No, wait a minute….”
Let’s sort this out.
Oliver is weaker than Antorius.
But if he loses the duel, he dies.
That means….
“Did Sir A do something wrong to you?”
“There’s nothing like that… well, not nothing.”
So there was.
Well, he was the official troublemaker of the Twin Dragon Knightly Order, Oliver A, after all.
“Ahem, anyway, it’s not because of that.”
“Then what is it?”
Patrick continued, gazing intently at the training ground.
“I’m telling him to learn.”
“……”
“How to bite and tear at an opponent stronger than himself.”
As he spoke, Patrick’s gaze never left Oliver.
***
Kakakakakakakakak!
A breathtaking exchange unfolded, with sparks and aura flying.
Oliver’s twin swords relentlessly attacked Antorius, who parried Oliver’s assault with a single sword.
In an instant, 50 exchanges had passed.
Kwaaaang!
Oliver delivered a powerful blow, then briefly disengaged to catch his breath and thought.
‘What’s this? This is more manageable than I thought.’
Oliver was surprised.
His opponent was the Holy Sword, Antorius Denar, called the future of the Holy Empire.
Just by the price tag of that name alone, he was a figure placed on the same level as Patrick.
So he had been extremely nervous, but now that he was actually facing him….
“Why are you so slow?”
“What did you say?”
Antorius bristled.
And Oliver said with an awkward expression.
“Ahem, no, that’s… uh….”
Why did I make such a mistake, I’m not Brother Sanson.
To think I said what I was thinking out loud.
Oliver took a small step back, then bowed his head slightly towards Antorius and said.
“I apologize. It’s rude to say you’re slow even if you are, I was thoughtless.”
Twitch.
The man ranked second in the talent for pissing people off even within the Schneider Duchy.
That was Oliver A.
Antorius ground his teeth, glared at Oliver, and said.
“Are you insulting me?”
“No, that’s not it. The truth is, you are slow, aren’t you? I was just stating a fact, but if that hurt your feelings, I’m willing to apologize.”
“……”
“So. We have no problem now, right? Shall we continue?”
“……”
Antorius’ face turned bright red.
And below the training ground, Patrick burst out laughing.
“Good job. Do it more!”
One who starts the fire.
One who pours oil on the fire he started.
They were truly a fantastic pair.
So much so that every Paladin near the training ground was glaring at them as if they wanted to kill them.
And Matthew, who was watching from beside Patrick, stealthily took a step away.
‘I don’t want to be considered on their side.
