Carlos certainly understood the meaning of Angel's words, but even if he didn't borrow the power of 'magic', he was still confident that he could make that arrogant highlander suffer with his superior fighting skills.

Although he had been lying in a hospital bed for a long time, the nightmarish experience had never worn out the will of a knight, "That only made me stronger!" Carlos thought to himself.

It's not just about the mental aspect, it's also about combat. He had already been baptized by Pastor Brown and became a noble Templar!

For some unknown reason, Carlos could feel an unknown and powerful energy flowing through his body since receiving the gift of the god Nidaya.

That made him more energetic, and the magic that came with it made Carlos experience the beauty of power for the first time.

It's just a sword!

The blade condensed by the holy light not only corroded his beloved sword, but even stopped after cutting through several stone-stacked dwellings, leaving a deep cut on the city wall.

Angel and Brown, who were watching at the time, were stunned, "What a terrible power!" they praised it so much, their tones were full of envy that could not be hidden, which is why Angel reminded him many times - not because of sarcasm, but really worried that Carlos would hurt General William.

But Carlos was so confident that after mastering his extraordinary powers, he desperately longed for a battle to prove his strength, "but it's a pity that he can't use the power of magic..."

Carlos understands Angel's concerns, the secrets of the Temple of Order can be hidden for one more day, and after her and Pastor Brown's efforts day and night, almost everyone in Ilcutlin has become a faithful believer in the god of Nidaya.

They always held secret gatherings in the dead of night, when the soldiers of the Highland Raiders Regiment brought by General William were drunk with alcohol, so that the newcomers were completely unaware.

But the unknown could not be a reason for General William to tease the beloved Bishop, "Praise be to you, great god Nidaya, may the light be with me!" Carlos silently recited the words of prayer, kissed the pendant of the necklace, and slowly drew his newfound knight's sword.

"Oh!"

The duel took place in the castle's squares, and the onlookers and soldiers were waving their arms and cheering for their goals as if they were participating in a grand festival.

"I'll crush ten dinars! Lord Carlos wins!"

"Fifteen! Lord Carlos wins!"

"Twenty! General William wins!" shouted a highland raider.

His maverick behavior made the people around him look at him with strange eyes, and after noticing the highland armor he was wearing, he generally turned his head as if nothing had happened, and gathered together to whisper something.

"What, is there something wrong!" said another fellow Highland soldier, who was in charge of counting the chips, just indifferently looking up and accepting the dinar, and giving the highland soldier who had pressed the bet a handwritten certificate.

"Hey!"

The questioning soldier wanted to say something to express his displeasure with his bad attitude, but was then pulled away by his partner next to him, "Something is wrong, be careful!" the man whispered.

The almost unanimous tone of these people made them feel a little suspicious, "No one seems to be optimistic about General William's victory except us?" The clever Highland soldier had apparently sensed that something was wrong, and he explained to his companions who were still confused around him: "There is no one, these civilians..."

"Boom!"

The unsheathed sound of the sword interrupted these uneasy speculations, and General William drew his Pound sword, which had been rewarded by the king, "Carlos?" he smiled disdainfully, "It's not a rational decision to pay for your glory just for the sake of a maid, is it..."

"Bell !!"

Two blades clashing together!

The battle officially began, and Carlos spearheaded the attack, "Remember that the loser must sincerely apologize!" he reminded in a loud voice.

Although the knight's sword in his hand was at least a lot shorter than Pound's greatsword, with the advantage of superior skill, Carlos hit General William's abdomen with the hilt of the sword with a slight flick of his body while the two swords were under force at the same time, forcing his body that was already unstable due to the lack of timely retraction a few steps back.

"Well done! Lord Carlos!"

The almost unanimous cheers of the people made General William fight back with a grim face, "You think you can defeat me this way?" he roared and strode forward, his great sword slashing down with a roaring sound of breaking wind.

"Whew!"

Carlos deftly dodged sideways, not mentioning the trick he had learned from Lance to defeat him, and this different way of fighting from the physical fitness of each one clearly gave him some inspiration about combat.

"Are you just going to do that?" Carlos also retaliated with a disdainful sneer, and with his right arm armor as the center, he strode forward and leaned towards General William, striking the armor on his chest with a muffled "bang".

This blow naturally made General William take several steps back, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground, "Phew!" he spat and rushed towards Carlos with his sword in his hands in his hands.

"Bell! bell!"

The almost white-hot confrontation made the surrounding people and soldiers boil, and they chanted the names of the two men one after another, and even started a duel about the sound of the voice like a battle.

"Lord Carlos will win!"

"General William!

"Let him taste the power of our Highlanders!"

Unlike the unity of the people of Ilcutrin, the cheers of the Highland Raiders under General William were obviously more mixed.

Just as they fell into the duel below, General William was obviously not having a good time with Carlos's different traditional fighting skills.

"Bell!"

Another clash of swords.

The two men withdrew their forces separately, and General William was already gasping for breath as if he was feeling a little exhausted, while Carlos was still waiting for his next attack with his sword in his hand.

"This kid...!" General William clearly understood Carlos' intention to drain his physical strength, "isn't he tired at all?"

Pound's greatsword was already known for being heavy and sharp at the same time, and such a non-stop swing had obviously caused a heavy burden on General William's body, "And this armor...", but he was reluctant to take it off in a real sword duel, after all, the new scratches on it proved that this was not a child's game.

"Am I going to lose?" thought General Wilhelm reluctantly.

Fortunately, the sound of trumpets from the city walls put an end to the duel, "Lord Count, Lord Reims, they are back!"