As soon as Alan Kwyn's almost bold "Challenge Declaration" words fell, the entire courtyard was in an uproar, and Green Turn's even squirted out a mouthful of wine, and he was so stunned that he almost fell on his back.

But he wasn't the only one, almost all of the aristocratic youths stood in place at a loss, looking at the heroic Alan Kwyn standing in the middle of the courtyard with a blank face, assuming an almost rude challenge pose, and the sharp tip of the sword slashed in front of every aristocratic youth present.

"Why, don't you even have the courage to stand up?" Allen's tone even had a kind of disdain: "All of them are children of the ancient families of Turin, and they have a glorious surname for a hundred years, don't they even have the confidence to win against a woman?!"

This sentence suddenly became a boulder smashed into the ancient well, and immediately set off a huge wave - the aristocratic young men who seemed to be in a dilemma just now instantly became excited, and shouted to defend the dignity and honor of their family, as if they had been humiliated.

Finally, the first hot-blooded guy volunteered to draw his sword, jumped out of the table, and screamed and pounced on Allen, without even having time to introduce his family.

With a confident smile on his face, the girl with the sword in one hand behind her left arm, as if the blade was just flickering in front of him, the drunken aristocratic young man screamed and flew out, and the saber fell to the ground - until he plunged headlong into the fountain, and no one knew which "old and glorious" descendant he was.

But the blonde girl's "rude" act of hurting a Turin nobleman really irritated other young people - those who wanted revenge, those who muttered "to defend their dignity", those who had ulterior motives, or those who wanted to "hold the beauty...... The guys with complicated emotions swarmed up and surrounded Allen.

But even so, the situation remained unchanged - most of these young nobles living in the capital had been emptied of their bodies by the fine clothes and the chaotic nightlife, or they had been exchanging philosophical ideas with scholars at the academy all year round, how could they be the opponents of Alan Kwyn, who had been trained as a knight since childhood? Even if the two of them were together, at most they would have been slapped in the face and the bridge of their nose would have been broken.

"Green!" Seeing his cousin "surrounded", Lusn looked anxiously at Greene Turn, who seemed to have gone up to help, but he was too weak to hold a sword, and only a little bit of a showmanship.

"Servants of the Minest family, stand up and protect your young lady!" Grimm, who laughed, directly drew his sword, and unceremoniously shook the sword flower to disperse the surrounding crowd: "Look at you like this, this is the city of Turin, the hometown of knights - are you still going to rush to it, and do you still have a little dignity of Turin?!"

At this moment the servants of the Minest family also came up, holding ceremonial swallow-tailed flags in their hands, and kept the young nobles out of the eager aristocratic youths—and at this time, when their minds had calmed down, they began to pay a little attention, and stood around in a proper manner, waiting for their turn.

After all, this is the Mineste family's mansion, and neither the Marquis of Holard nor Commander Grimm Turn, can afford to mess with them.

The lively atmosphere was noisy in the originally quiet and peaceful flowing water courtyard, and many people even began to appreciate this unique "selection competition" - the slender blonde girl under the moonlit night, even the sword dance movement was so elegant, more wonderful than any dance they had ever seen.

"Why don't you go up and compete with that Miss Alan Kwyn?" Anson looked unusually excited, and the party made him feel quite good this night: "You are so powerful, those people are definitely not your opponents, let these fools see what real knights are like!"

"Your Highness Anson, you should remember that I once served this noble young lady. Edward's cheeks were a little "embarrassed" and he bowed his head slightly: "Of course, I didn't know her true identity at that time, but I was a little bit ...... to duel with her It's against chivalry, and it's not etiquette. ”

"Then don't go in your own capacity, and don't forget that you are now my squire military attaché, Sir Edward Witwood!" the little prince was a little unhappy: "I am the only one you need to serve, and no one else. ”

"So now I command you to go and duel that Miss Alan Kwyn, and then win the final victory. Anson looked at Edward aggressively, "Tell me, what would you do?"

“...... Then I'll win for you. Edward was silent for a moment, then stood up with a smile: "I will fight for your honor and the dignity of the Markerus family, Your Highness!"

............ Although Alan already knew that Edward was at the scene at this time, when the figure appeared in front of him with a sword and a smile that was never wavering, the blonde girl who was still majestic just now still felt her body tremble slightly, and even her right hand holding the sword was not so steady.

"Edward Witwood, in the name of the Royal Attendant, challenge you, Honorable Miss Alan Kwyn. Picking up a thin sword from a certain unlucky guy who flew out behind him, the unceremonious Edward squeezed directly into the person in front of him and stood in the middle of the courtyard: "I don't know if you are willing to accept it?"

It's this tone again, this obnoxious bastard...... Alan felt his cheeks burn a little, he must just be a little tired! No, no, not that...... Definitely not!

But as long as he saw Edward wearing a knight's robe, with a silver-plated belt buckle, Alan couldn't stop himself from thinking like that, this nasty guy is now a knight, so if he can't say this, he can ...... The girl with a blushing face bit her lower lip fiercely, and even splashed blood with too much force.

"If you want to win me, then give it a try!" the blonde girl cried out almost with all her might, but her gaze under her blushing cheeks was unusually firm, even stronger than the sword in her hand.

Gently raising the blade of the sword in his hand, it cut a semicircle between the staggered firelight, and very gracefully defused Allen's attack. Edward was a little uncomfortable with such a light weapon, but that didn't mean he wouldn't like it - in fact he enjoyed the game as much as a drunken beauty.

The restless blonde girl kept stabbing the thin sword in her hand like raindrops, launching a tidal attack towards Edward, and even the skirt under her body was pulled open, revealing her round legs tightly wrapped in trousers, striding forward and sprinting.

And Edward, who was holding his sword with his right hand behind his back and his left hand, looked completely cramped, calmly took every attack of Allen, and the light thin sword seemed to have turned into a shining silver shield in his hand...... That's impossible.

In just two interlaced gaps, Edward's blade had pierced through the sideburns of Alan's ear with such a ferocity that the slightest difference could have turned that jewel-like eye into tainted blood—the chest, the mouth, the cheeks...... The cold sword light pounced on Allen's vital point again and again, but the blonde girl was also not to be outdone, raised her weapon and greeted it with the same attitude.

The aristocratic young men in the courtyard were completely stunned, looking at the sword light and sword shadows under the moonlit night and the fire light colliding, they were completely attracted by this wonderful duel, the crisp sound of the sword blade hitting was lighter than the most passionate music, and the intertwined, ever-changing life and death struggle seemed to be a real dance, which was endlessly evocative, and it was impossible to even take your eyes off.

Only the corners of Green's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but look away, not even the slightest intention to look at it - Edward would have won if he wanted to, and he was just "teasing" the poor girl.

This guy is definitely not telling the truth, he must have known Allen's true identity for a long time, and it looks ...... The relationship seems to be quite good, which is really interesting. Green couldn't help but even glance at Lusen next to him, and his friend, who was completely silent, didn't seem so happy.

"Bell-!" Edward slammed down the weapon in the girl's hand, and Allen, who was screaming in surprise, slipped and fell backwards, but Edward reached out and grabbed him. The two people who were gasping softly under the moonlight were like a couple who had just finished a passionate dance, Edward, who was holding a sword in one hand, stood sideways, his right hand and Alan who was almost lying on the ground held each other tightly, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other silently.

"You won......" The unwilling Alan gritted his teeth, a touch of pink appeared on his cheeks, and Edward's left hand, which was held tightly, seemed to be trembling slightly, feeling the rough skin.

"I don't think so. With a slight force in his right hand, Edward pulled the blonde girl up from the ground and looked at her with burning eyes, "I promised you to fight for you, and that promise will always work." ”

"Y-what are you talking about......" Allen's cheeks flushed suddenly, he, he, he, he, he, he, ......he, No, no, this bastard is just trying to amuse me, this nasty guy never looks me in the eye and never thinks of me as his master!

"Papapa......" Holard Minest, who had been silent, suddenly stood up, smiling and clapping, followed by thunderous applause from the entire courtyard, and a dazed Alan watched Edward walk back to his seat, still twisting his head and smiling at himself.

In the middle of the courtyard, only the blonde girl was left alone, standing alone.

(Thanks to the two book friends of Pudding Doll and Roaring Assen for their tips!)