Posts from Knights of Tezoth

When the tournament ended, Stefania took a break from her chronicles to congratulate Lester Vargas:

— I am glad that your speed and brilliant tactics secured you the victory, — the girl made a slight curtsy. — Truly, the knights of Deus are not appointed from the street without talent!

Thus she noted that two knights of Marionelia had taken the top spots, not to mention that the gold award was determined not by the number of points, but precisely by one defeating the other in battle. Moreover, Ambrose, much like herself, was in the middle of the tournament standings. So this was not said in vain; the girl was genuinely impressed by her colleagues from the capital.

Having a short break between the tournament and the buhurt, Stefania decided to rest a bit from her chronicles. Fortunately, the battles were well etched in her memory, so she would always have time to describe them. Out of inertia, it was more interesting to see what the one-eyed foreigner, whom Adalard had previously asked her to observe, was up to now.

Well, except for Yin, of course. That loser didn't even bother to participate in the tournament.

Yin reads our opuses, so he's a double loser.

At the moment, the Future Gray Eminence of Gildaria one-eyed foreigner was chatting about something with his companion. Aldelion, standing in another part of the room, was casting some melancholically irritated glances in their direction.

Actually, purely technically, almost all human-origin characters in Ikazkan came there specifically from Tezoth. I think only Erebos was from Margel.

- Thank you, my lord. Judging such a tournament is a great honor for me.

I still never understood the lore about Erebos's surname and the magic sword, by the way
but that will remain in the chronicles

Alsira yells at Chonchonlia after the defeat by the pumpkins.

- Not quite a standard ceremony, don't you think? Without the usual primness, - judging by the attendees, Vargas says to the squire with a somewhat carefree tone, carefully - but imperceptibly to an outsider - absorbing the young man's image. What could he see in him? - It was even hard for me to keep a straight face. Is she always like this?

- Thank you, my lady, your words are very kind to me, - what was said was the pure truth, not just a mere display of etiquette. - You also fought quite valiantly, even in those skirmishes where the opponent might have had the advantage. And during your duel with von Himmel, my heart nearly stopped - with all the love and respect for my brother, my personal prize of sympathy here unquestionably goes to you. However, looking at the other fighters made me realize that I still have much to work on. Thank you for adding your enchanting colors to the celebration, - a bow.

The young man gave the impression of a stoic depressive - a person accustomed to responding to life's challenges with struggle, but not being spiritually protected from their consequences in any way. This was evident in his posture and gaze.

- My lord, for someone like me, the opportunity to find myself at such a celebration is a great rarity and honor; I have had no such experience in the past, and, unfortunately, I have nothing to compare today's events with.

— To tell the truth, when I stepped into battle against the Knight of Gloomy Sky, I felt anxious. After all, he is a very formidable and capable warrior. But, by the will of luck and with considerable effort, I unexpectedly managed to overcome him. And it seems that in doing so, my luck ultimately played into your hands as well.

— He who, between disgrace and war, makes his first choice, will only become a victim of both those woes in the end... Of course, on this day, if there is no other path, we four are ready to better overcome such petty jabs than let a single hair fall from your head. But you can imprison a fledgling in a cage, and many years later find an eagle there, who with a mighty chest will break all its bars and with a sharp beak already threaten its captors...

— Undoubtedly. They are all gifted women vested with power, and in their veins flows blood that originates from the Iron Heart. It's time to consider what titles will be attached to such outstanding descendants in the annals of history.

"Well, elder brother, I knew for certain that only Dawnsteel and Darksky could be worthy of victory in that tournament. I just didn't know which of you would take first place and which second, and I sincerely congratulate you!" — Ambrose steps forward to congratulate Lester. Of course, he had hoped to win himself, but such things only happen in novels, when a complete nobody suddenly surpasses all his experienced comrades in a tournament. Ambrose added, only for Lester's ears: "And if any trouble should arise — I have not forgotten the skills of my ancestors. Just tell me if you ever need to verify your squire's loyalty. Of course, I hope it won't come to that..."

- What, tasty ripe pumpkins. Even tastier than your olives. Grown by the best gardeners on my plantation. What are you dissatisfied with? - the chocolate lady replies.