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— I'm not one to foul my own nest. So instead of all this business with cheap dirty tricks, I prefer to prove my worth solely through useful deeds, — commented Stefania in response to the chocolate knight. — I hope you share this sentiment.
"Wow, what a bow!" — the girl thought with excitement. She'd have examined it herself, or better yet, tried it out.
Meanwhile, as the conversation went on and the young heir was studying the interesting weapon, participation in various competitions was announced. The girl couldn't deny herself the pleasure of defending Valentine's honor, so she decided to take part in every event she possibly could.
— Speaking of valiant deeds! — Stefania turned to Chonchonlia. — Right now we're all being given the chance to prove our usefulness in quite worthy endeavors. Do you plan to participate?
Revan, I don't quite understand the mechanics of the historical contest. Will there be some kind of brief? Or are we just supposed to write some sort of essay off the top of our heads based on all the historical events you've laid out?
- Absolutely! And I'm sure - the list of those who share this opinion is not limited to just our names. - For someone from the "rural" region, the Milk Chocolate knight held herself surprisingly well in the kingdom's high society. - Admittedly, I hadn't such an intention, but since you put it so bluntly... I suppose I'll have to join in as well!
— It will be a pleasure to see you in action! — Stefania cheered. — It's always interesting to see the fighting styles characteristic of other regions. Especially since I see that you, like me, gravitate toward ranged weapons. That means it'll be twice as fun.
Stefania averted her gaze from the foreigner and the young heir toward Adalard, to check how busy her lord was at the moment. After which she continued watching what the one-eyed man was doing. As she was the only knight who had come from Guildaria, she was to defend the honor of her homeland in all available trials. Which meant that, willingly or not, she would have to divert her attention from the task Adalard had assigned her. And before diving headfirst into the competitions, she needed to discuss this with the lord.
"Nature didn't skimp on motor skills," — taking out the "other" coin, the Knight of Azoth demonstrated a deft spin between his fingers. "My first one earned in the capital, long ago. Deliberately never spent it, heh."
Noting how well a smile suits her, but saying nothing about it so as not to embarrass her, he responds with the same emotion:
"Then it's settled! Surely a convenient opportunity will arise after all those festivities over there," — he nods toward the event sign-up sheet. "I might take part myself, perhaps. Though I'd have to put in some effort to keep Her Ladyship satisfied as well."
-- A tournament is always a joy to both heart and hand, and the chaos of the melee is doubly pleasing; I shall not miss the glorious martial endeavors undertaken for the honor of my lady, -- Ambrose declares his will to participate in the tournament, the melee, and the contest of erudition. -- More elegant than a precise lance strike to the visor, or a word worthy of the glory of the mistress of lands and souls, I can scarcely offer to worthy people, but I find it possible to express my judgments on matters past. The contest of elegance evoked a not-at-all unpleasant memory of the homeland, or rather — of the "female" section of the slave market. It is only strange that here men participate in it as well.
- I shall expect victories from you, Knight of the Hegemony.
— I'm not one to foul my own nest. So instead of all this business with cheap dirty tricks, I prefer to prove my worth through genuinely useful deeds, — commented Stefania in response to the chocolate knight's reply. — I hope you share this sentiment.
"Wow, what a bow!" — the girl thought with excitement. She'd have examined it herself, or better yet, tried it out.
Meanwhile, as the conversation went on and the young heir was studying the interesting weapon, the announcement was made about participation in various competitions. The girl couldn't deny herself the pleasure of defending Valentine's honor, so she decided to take part in every event she possibly could.
— Speaking of valiant deeds! — Stefania addressed Chonchonlia. — Right now we're all being given the chance to prove our worth in quite respectable endeavors. Do you plan to participate?
Revan, I don't quite understand the mechanics of the historical contest. Will there be some kind of brief? Or are we just supposed to write some sort of essay off the top of our heads based on all the historical events you've laid out?
- Absolutely! And I'm sure the list of those who share this opinion isn't limited to just our names. - For someone from the "rural" region, the Milk Chocolate knight held herself surprisingly well in the kingdom's high society. - Admittedly, I hadn't intended to, but since you're putting it so bluntly... I suppose I'll have to join in as well!
— It will be a pleasure to see you in action! — Stefania encouraged. — It's always interesting to see the combat styles characteristic of other regions. Besides, I can see that, like me, you gravitate toward ranged weapons. So it'll be twice as fun.
Stefania averted her gaze from the foreigner and the young heir toward Adalard, to check how busy her lord was at the moment. Then she continued watching what the one-eyed man was doing. As she was the only knight who had come from Guildaria, she would have to defend the honor of her homeland in all the available trials. Which meant, willy-nilly, she'd have to take time away from the task Adalard had assigned her. And before diving headfirst into the contests, she needed to discuss this with the lord.
- And may whoever wins, any possible grievances melt away like chocolate on the tongue!
Aldelion and the Mercenary shifted slightly, making the details of their conversation audible to Stefania much more clearly than before.
- Are you absolutely sure you don't want to take part in the archery contest? An archer of your caliber would surely put on a good showing!
- When you reach my level, you'll understand — it's better not to show off your skill unnecessarily; it brings you nothing but envy and suspicion from ill-wishers, and both can be detrimental.
- ... You're magnificent!
Adalard, meanwhile, had just finished chatting about something with the ruler of Albus.
- Nature did not skimp on motor skills, - taking out the "other" coin, the knight of Azoth demonstrated a deft spin of it between his fingers. - My first one earned in the capital, long ago. Deliberately never spent it, heh.
Noting how well a smile suits her, but saying nothing about it so as not to embarrass her, he replies with the same emotion:
- Then it's settled! Surely a convenient opportunity will arise after all those festivities over there, - he nods toward the event sign-up sheet. - I'd like to take part myself, perhaps. Though I'd have to try hard to keep Her Ladyship pleased as well.
- I fear I am not well-versed in history and lack elegance - I could not come anywhere close to matching the ladies here, but valiant battles are quite enticing. Perhaps this is a good opportunity to test your, my lord, skill in combat?
I should have allowed not only Knights to join the elegance contest, signed up Revaniel there, and then done nasty things to everyone who gave low scores. How did I not think of that...
While preparations for the competition were underway, Alsira glanced briefly toward the Estellian and Florentine corners. If the other major players had already made themselves known in one way or another, a suspicious information silence emanated from that area.
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