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-Ahem…. The young Count Blanchefort was also very successful, but he competed with the Count in the quarterfinals. Still, the young Earl did the best he could. When he is a little older, he will become a well-known gentleman.
Bianca clicked her tongue inwardly. To be honest, it was because she never thought Johaseng would make it to the quarterfinals. Since her opponent was Zachary, he was defeated, but reaching the quarterfinals was not easy.
Sauveur, who had been discussing the details for a long time, looked at Yvonne. The fact that Gaspard had confessed to Yvonne had already spread to all of Count Arno's group. Sauveur smiled mischievously and spoke to Yvonne.
“The maid is still watching me… I'll talk about Gaspard. You must be wondering what happened to him, aren't you?
-Oh no.
Yvonne denied it, but her flushed cheeks took away her credibility. Sauveur described Gaspard's match in a more exaggerated tone than before.
-Fortunately! Gaspard reached the semi-finals. To be honest, Gaspard is the best of the three of us at jousting, so he's a natural. If that size accelerates and runs, Holy God…. It would be better to be chased by a herd of buffalo.
Yvonne patted her heart silently at the story of Sauveur, who was still making a fuss. But since everyone was looking at Yvonne, the fact that she was relieved at Gaspard's victory was noticeable. Bianca smiled a little, and Sauveur became more energetic and continued talking.
"Robert's is a pity... His opponent was Prince Jacob. Of course, he didn't give up and gave up his pride, but unfortunately he ended up playing two games in a row. Prince Jacob kept winning by abstention, so he was in a situation where he was in a normal state. Ugh. Honestly, do you avoid shit because you're scared? Clearly you're doing it because it's dirty. All those who previously faced the 2nd Prince, abstained with a white flag, however Robert had to fight a lot, but….
Sauveur shrugged. In
short, I had lost.
Although Robert was sometimes mean to Bianca, he was a much nicer opponent than Jacob. He would rather he had won Robert. But the results of the match had already come out.
“In the match between the Second Prince and the Earl, of course, the Earl will win, so don't worry too much, ma'am. The winner of the tournament is, of course, the Earl, isn't it?
Bianca nodded too. Not that he was worried about Zachary's victory, but he didn't want Sauveur distracting her from her by telling her not to worry about her.
Bianca noticed that while Sauveur was talking back and forth, he wasn't talking about his results. She, who until now had been tormented by Sauveur's story, asked sarcastically.
'So, Sir Sauveur. How did she do?
“Oh, do you really need to dig up something that painful? I did my best, but…. I was defeated by the Castilian knight I mentioned earlier. No, how can he be as hard as a rock? Tomorrow he will face Gaspard so it will be an interesting match to watch.
Sauveur rolled his eyes and excused his defeat in a stern voice. Bianca didn't ask any more questions. She wasn't curious enough to hang on to Sauveur's defeat, and she was tired as well. Bianca's body was exhausted. Just hearing the story was exhausting. Bianca, unable to withstand the wave of fatigue any longer, blinked slowly.
It was Yvonne who quickly noticed Bianca's condition. She was curious about Gaspard's opponent, the knight from Castile who was as hard as a rock, but her lady's health came first. Yvonne interrupted Sauveur's story and said.
"Oh, now that I think about it, if she wants to go to the Earl's game tomorrow, the lady will have to go to bed early." Thanks to Sir Sauveur, I heard the story well.
-Yes. I'll come to escort the lady tomorrow instead of Sir Gaspard, so until then.
"You don't need to come.
Bianca shook her head as if annoyed, but Sauveur nodded in a voice so firm that it was completely different from her usual friendly demeanor.
"It's an order from the Count." As soon as he found out I fell in the quarterfinals he ordered me to.
If it's Zachary's order, it can't be helped. Bianca nodded, saying that she understood. Sauveur immediately left Bianca's room and Yvonne began to make up her bed.
Meanwhile, Bianca leaned against the window, her forehead against the wall. It was a spring day, so even though it was night, the wind was warm. Bianca took a breath of fresh air with her eyes closed.
She was tired, but her head was spinning. It would have been better not to think about anything. Bianca went to bed earlier than usual, trying to shake her worries. But she tossed and turned for a long time, unable to easily fall asleep.
When Bianca fell asleep, a nightmare came as if it had been waiting for her.
A nightmare where Zachary received an arrow in the chest in the middle of the war.
* * *
The last day of the tournament took place in the most spectacular fashion. The number of stands doubled, and the spectators were so numerous that the wooden fence separating them from the knights was tottering.
Only four gentlemen can enjoy this glorious moment today. The old king was delighted that three of the knights were from Sevran. Before the joy of the King of Sevran, which was clearly evident, the Castilian delegation coughed in vain.
The Castilian delegation looked anxiously at their only hope. Even the Castilian delegation knew Zachary's name.
The young hero who fended off numerous invasions from the Kingdom of Aragon!
They didn't want to make wild demands like winning the championship, but touching him at least once with the tip of the spear might save Castile's face.
Rather, if they had competed against Prince Jacob, they would have submitted an abstention in the name of respect for the royal family of Sevran, but since that was not the case, their position was very shameful. At least they have to win this time. God bless you. Everyone in the delegation from Castilla prayed to God in their hearts.
Bianca, who couldn't sleep, sat in the audience with an expression more relaxed than usual. Behind her, Sauveur escorted her, so Fernand did not dare to approach her. Thanks to that, Bianca was able to catch her breath a bit. If she had faced Fernand in such a miserable state, she could have done anything.
The match between the Knight of Castile and Gaspard began.
If Gaspard was like a towering mountain, the knight from Castile was as black and huge, like a rock. He was more of a sailor than a gentleman.
The truth was that both were huge.
The two knights rushed forward as soon as the flag was lowered. It was as powerful as watching a buffalo fight instead of a joust.
Bang!
There was a clash, but the game was not decided suddenly. The tip of the Castilian knight's spear hit Gaspard's stomach. 1 point. Two more points were needed to determine victory.
In the second clash, Gaspard's spear pierced the Castilian knight's helmet. This time, the 2nd point went to Gaspard! It was the decisive moment. At the moment of the third shock, Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut, unable to see.
In the end, it was the knight from Castile who won. His spear accurately destroyed Gaspard's shield. The Castilian delegation shouted raising their hands high, forgetting that they were now in a tournament that was being played in another kingdom.
As the Castilian knight approached the stands to present a lady with her victory rose, Gaspard glanced at Bianca and Yvonne and turned his horse.
Yvonne felt rather uneasy at his determined attitude. She looked like she was about to die worrying about Gaspard. Bianca didn't ask why she was worried, but instead she took Yvonne's arm and whispered to her.
"Go ahead, Yvonne.
-But.
-That's an order.
Bianca said firmly. Yvonne, who could no longer be stubborn because she was an order, nodded and disappeared towards the store where Gaspard was staying. Bianca wasn't there, but I feel like she knew what they would talk about.
“The mistress even cares about her maid's love affairs, she really is very busy.
“…I only do it because I care.
Bianca murmured darkly. It was still unclear if connecting Gaspard and Yvonne was a good option. Also, the problem that she had been agonizing over all night yesterday came to the surface.
Bianca gently tugged at her cheek with her fingers. Zachary will be competing soon, but he couldn't help but keep thinking about it.
I should at least smile in front of him when I win.
Bianca forced her lips up. It was an awkward smile for anyone to see, but that was the best Bianca could do.
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