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35.65% Looking Forward to Another World / Chapter 123: Grand Opening

章節 123: Grand Opening

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.

On this day, the War Festival hosted by the Frenzel family was officially announced open, making the city of Undine much livelier than usual.

Citizens pointed and gestured in the direction of the training field, which served as the arena for the fight, seemingly discussing the War Festival.

One carriage after another proceeded in the same direction, most likely heading to the training field.

Outside the training field, the Frenzel family's people stood guard.

Some were responsible for maintaining security and order, others for guiding and collecting entrance tickets, while some welcomed VIPs arriving in luxurious carriages, allowing everyone with tickets to enter one after another.

In such a scenario, Riezel's group also arrived quietly.

They remained the same old members, with Riezel, Yuri, Marilyn, Ain, and Ian, the group of five, walking together without any other members.

On the opposite side, the lineup was quite grand.

Apart from Alderman, Sefaz, and the mysterious closed-eyed swordsman, many knights and attendants were accompanying them.

At first glance, Riezel's group seemed somewhat outnumbered, but the attention of most people was actually focused on them.

"Is that Marquis Yuri Frenzel?"

"Those three women behind her, are they all her attendants?"

"I heard they're all Sword Masters."

"Amazing... Each one is so beautiful..."

"Yeah..."

People started discussing one after another enthusiastically, while Alderman's group, despite appearing more grand, didn't attract much attention.

It couldn't be helped.

Alderman's group was mostly men, and their fame wasn't high either, except for Sefaz himself being a Sword Master, the others weren't well-known, including Alderman himself.

Of course, when mentioning fame, it referred to strength.

People recognized Alderman as the former head of the Frenzel family, but in the end, he was just a Combat-Class Magician. He wasn't even a Tactical-Class, let alone a Strategic-Class Magician.

As a result, his support in this festival focused on combat wasn't very high.

On the other hand, in Riezel's group, Yuri herself was one of the continent's only eight Strategic-Class Magicians, while Marilyn, Ain, and Ian were all Sword Masters.

Although they were fewer in number, each one was elite, and of course, beautiful. After all, people were visual creatures, naturally more inclined to pay attention to something or someone beautiful, so it was understandable for their group to be more popular.

Even Riezel himself sparked considerable discussion.

"That's Riezel Brynhart, right?"

At one of the specially invited seats, a young nobleman dressed in finery turned to his attendant beside him for confirmation.

"Yes, he is indeed Riezel Brynhart." The attendant respectfully replied.

"Quite young, huh..." The young nobleman remarked. "Becoming a Tactical-Class Magician at such a young age. While not quite on par with Marquis Frenzel, he's certainly stronger than most Tactical-Class Magicians in the kingdom. No wonder the royal palace's people insisted I abandon all my work and rush over here just to bring this young man back for ennoblement."

This young nobleman had come from the royal capital, traveling a long distance. Apart from him, there were many other VIPs in the special seats, each with their own purposes.

Riezel was the focus of attention for many, with some even coming specifically for him.

"Is he the Tactical-Class Magician mentioned in the intelligence report, the one who hasn't been ennobled yet?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Good, let's find an opportunity to approach him and see if we can recruit him to our country before Jinas gets their claws on him."

In corners of the audience seats, whispers like these were happening, as if darkness pervaded everywhere.

And so, the opening time of the War Festival arrived right on time.

===

In the center of the training field, the two sides about to face off finally met.

"Are you ready?" Alderman looked at his daughter standing opposite him, asking without any expression.

"Let's get started already." Yuri didn't waste any words, simply dropping this statement before turning to walk back with the others.

Riezel lagged behind, his gaze involuntarily flicking to the closed-eyed swordsman standing behind Alderman. But after gazing at the closed-eyed swordsman, he suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Yuri noticed his unease and asked in a lowered voice.

"Haven't you noticed?" Riezel continued to frown, looking at the closed-eyed swordsman. "There seems to be some sort of change in him..."

"Really?" Yuri seemed not to have noticed.

Not only her, but Marilyn, Ain, and Ian also seemed not to have noticed any anomaly. Only Riezel had a feeling that something had changed about the closed-eyed swordsman.

The closed-eyed swordsman's aura became somewhat dangerous, somewhat horrifying.

If, when Riezel first saw this closed-eyed swordsman, he felt like he was facing powerful experts like Finn, Riveria, or Gareth. Now, the feeling he got from this closed-eyed swordsman was more like facing a floor boss, full of oppression and terrifying monster-like presence.

Although the feeling of power remained just as strong, perhaps even stronger than before, the change in the closed-eyed swordsman made him feel more hostile and filled with bloodlust.

Strangely, he felt an urge to immediately cut down the closed-eyed swordsman, which made no sense and left him quite puzzled.

"Alright, don't think too much about it." Yuri patted his shoulder. "Whatever it is, let's talk after the War Festival is over."

Riezel nodded, taking one more deep look at the closed-eyed swordsman before following Yuri and the others, leaving the center of the training field.

On the other hand, Alderman remained in the center and chanted a magic. It was a small magic that amplified his voice to deliver the opening speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I extend a warm welcome to each and every one of you gathered here today! I am deeply grateful for your presence at our Frenzel family's War Festival!"

As Alderman's voice reverberated loudly, the audience immediately quieted down.

"War Festival has been a tradition of our Frenzel family since its birth, once widely known. Unfortunately, we, the later generations, have been incapable of maintaining the brilliance of our ancestors. Eventually, this tradition faded away, not mentioned for decades."

"Now, the Frenzel family finally has the opportunity to reclaim some of its former glory, and it's time for the revival of this family tradition."

"Today, I, Alderman Frenzel, along with the family head, will recreate the War Festival, hoping that our ancestors will bless our family and restore its past glory."

After Alderman delivered the opening speech, he didn't waste much time and went straight to the point.

"The rules of the War Festival are as follows..."

Alderman announced the rules of the War Festival to the audience, which included three rounds with two victories needed to win, consisting of three fights with specific limitations on participants for each round, and so on.

Additionally, he made a special reminder.

"The War Festival is a tradition, a ritual... As such, it strictly forbids both sides from seriously harming their opponents, let alone killing them."

"Any violation of the safety regulations, regardless of which side, will be punished by the Frenzel family, even if it's me or my daughter, who is the family head."

"As for determining the winner, it will be based on destroying the medals worn by the participants."

After saying that, Alderman took out a medal and wore it on his left shoulder.

"Participants from both sides must wear this medal on their left shoulder."

"Once one side's medal is destroyed, victory will be decided, and the one who destroys it will claim the win."

"Additionally, once a participant has taken part in a round, they cannot participate again. Each participant is only allowed to participate once."

These were roughly the rules, with the rest being just some precautions, such as the training field employing barrier magic to protect the audience when the fight began, so the audience didn't need to worry about being affected by the fights.

"Now, each side, please send out a swordsman to participate in the first round of swordsmen."

After declaring that, Alderman left the center of the training field, and not long after, someone from his side entered.

"Good afternoon, everyone!"

Sefaz stepped onto the center of the training field, waving and greeting all around. His performance was akin to a football player entering the field, which indeed drew cheers from the audience, especially the teenage girls.

"Kyaaa—!"

"Kyaaa—!"

"Young Master Sefaz—!"

When they saw the first participant to enter was the handsome Sefaz, they all screamed one after another.

It must be said that the genes of the Frenzel family were indeed excellent. Handsome men and beautiful women, not a single one was mediocre. They were much better looking than the celebrities from Riezel's previous life.

"As expected, the first one to enter is my elder brother..." Yuri murmured as she watched her elder brother waving to the audience while approaching the center of the training field.

"I'll go." Marilyn said calmly.

"Um, go ahead." Yuri nodded. "Don't force yourself, just do your best."

"Understood." Marilyn bowed her head slightly, then calmly walked toward the center of the training field.

*Whistle~*

*Whistle~*

The stunning maid made a bold entrance, this time prompting a chorus of wolf whistles from the men.

"Ahh, are you my opponent?" Sefaz looked at Marilyn across from him and chuckled. "This could be tricky."

"Lie." Marilyn spoke without a trace of politeness. "You clearly don't think I could be your opponent."

"Then you've misunderstood me..." Sefaz shrugged casually. "If you unleash your family's specialty and use that swordsmanship, you would definitely be one of the opponents I least want to face."

Upon hearing that, Marilyn remained calm and quietly took out her weapon.

"Come."

Her calm and indifferent voice made Sefaz reveal a meaningful smile as he unsheathed the sword hanging from his waist.

In this manner, the first round of the War Festival had finally begun.


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章節 124: Alderman's Self-Confidence

""OOOOOOHHHHHH—!!!"""

In Undine's largest training field, cheers erupted without stopping, echoing through the air since the beginning of the fight.

Just from the cheers alone, one could tell how thrilling the fight being held in the training field truly was.

The sword clash between Marilyn and Sefaz heated up the atmosphere right from the beginning.

*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling!*

Amidst the intense clashing of swords, two figures inside the training field continuously weaved and collided, causing sparks and gusts of wind to burst forth.

Marilyn and Sefaz moved around the training field like streams of light, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes crossing paths, sometimes changing positions, and sometimes engaging in fierce clashes.

Afterimages and sword flashes kept appearing, and the sound of sword clashes was constant, showcasing extraordinary speed and intense fighting.

To get a clear view of the fight between the two, many magicians had already used magic to enhance their vision, while the others had the latest model magic items at their disposal, allowing everyone to barely make out the thrilling duel between Marilyn and Sefaz, resulting in waves of cheers.

Riezel's eyes were also fixed on the training field, taking in every detail of the fight between Marilyn and Sefaz.

Even from his perspective, the fight between these two had a lot of attraction.

Especially Marilyn, who had always been Yuri's quiet maid in the background, now revealed her strength, which surprised him.

Marilyn wasn't using typical swords, but a pair of thin short swords resembling twin swords from some movies he had watched in his previous life.

She was like an assassin, gripping her swords in reverse, with each movement of her elbow producing a sword flash, enveloping Sefaz in a barrage of sword slashes like a net.

Her attack speed was surprisingly fast, and her attack angles were unusually tricky, giving a sense of being undefendable. Her speed was also remarkable as if her movements had been meticulously studied, with a unique charm in every move and glide.

If it weren't for Riezel's keen battle instincts, he might have lost sight of Marilyn several times due to her peculiar movements, fluttering like leaves in the wind.

From this, it could be seen that she was more inclined toward an agility and technique-oriented swordsman. Although her attack power wasn't great, it was compensated by the terrifying number of attacks woven together by her attack speed.

Faced with such opponents, even a slight mistake could result in being slashed dozens or even hundreds of times in an instant, leading to instant defeat.

Based on this performance alone, Riezel was certain.

'Marilyn's strength, even compared to Ais, probably isn't much different...'

His evaluation of Marilyn was this high, indicating just how strong she was.

Unlike Ain and Ian, who were equal to Level 5 with the lowest latent basic abilities, Marilyn's strength was not much inferior even when compared to a prodigy like Ais.

At least, without using Ariel, it wouldn't be easy for Ais to take down Marilyn.

This maid truly lived up to the reputation of Yuri's strongest attendant, as an ordinary Sword Master wouldn't stand a chance against her.

It was just a pity that Marilyn, such as she was, encountered a tough opponent.

'Marilyn is about to lose...'

As Riezel clearly observed the fight, facing Marilyn's storm-like assault, Sefaz had been on the defensive, but he clearly had more to give. His face still wore a somewhat cheeky smile as he wielded a typical Western-style sword.

Even though it was clearly a sword, in Sefaz's hands, it seemed to transform into a whip, twisting and turning like willow branches, its trajectory unpredictable. Yet, despite this swordplay, it precisely blocked all of Marilyn's fierce sword attacks, protecting his entire body, never letting her slash come within a meter of his body.

Marilyn kept pressing forward, slashing relentlessly and always accelerating, making her sword attacks denser and the slashes more frequent. Even so, Sefaz could still protect himself flawlessly, deflecting every one of her sword slashes aimed at his left shoulder multiple times with flicks from his sword, only sparking off flame particles in the end.

Compared to Marilyn's display of swordsmanship, Sefaz seemed unremarkable, yet for some reason, she couldn't land a single effective attack on him.

Sefaz's performance not only made some knowledgeable audience solemn but also made Riezel look deeply at this eldest son of the Frenzel family.

'Sefaz Frenzel, this guy's strength is probably not far from Level 6.'

As Yuri and Marilyn had previously speculated, this man's strength was not to be underestimated, surpassing Marilyn by far.

Riezel admitted to himself that even if he were to step in, he wouldn't be able to defeat Sefaz without going in earnest.

However, what made Sefaz terrifying was that from his confident and casual attitude, it could be seen that he still held back some strength, not revealing it all.

'Interesting...'

Riezel held Sefaz in high regard, while the audience was extremely satisfied, finding the fight thrilling.

Such an intense fight lasted for a full fifteen minutes.

After fifteen minutes, Marilyn began to feel her stamina waning, with noticeable declines in both movement and attack speed.

It seemed like Sefaz had been waiting for this split-second opportunity.

"It seems I've won."

Sefaz, whose aura hadn't shown any signs of instability, seized the opportunity while Marilyn gasped for breath and her stamina was depleted, thrusting out his sword.

*Whoosh—!*

This thrust was much faster than any of his previous attacks, flashing across the training field like a ray of light, leaving Marilyn unable to react.

When she finally reacted, the medal on her left shoulder had already cracked in half, falling to the ground.

"The first round goes to... Sir Alderman!"

The announcer's voice rang out right away, announcing the result of the first round of the War Festival.

Marilyn stopped moving and looked at the broken medal on the ground while panting. After a moment, she raised her head, and her eyes showed a disturbing fluctuation of mysterious power.

"Oy, oy, calm down!" Sefaz quickly raised his hands in surrender. "I don't want to get into a serious fight with you, or I'd die. Please spare me, okay?"

His plea made the mysterious power in Marilyn's eyes disappear.

"Hmph." Marilyn coldly snorted, then turned away from the training field, eliciting applause from the audience.

"What a scary woman..."

Sefaz, with a hint of playfulness, patted his chest before turning back to Alderman's side.

"Well done, Sefaz." Alderman praised as his son returned.

"You flatter me." Sefaz waved off. "Can I focus on watching the show now?"

"Up to you." Alderman replied indifferently. "Just remember, you can't leave until the War Festival is over."

"Yes, yes~" Sefaz responded nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, Marilyn returned to Yuri's side to apologize.

"I'm sorry for losing, My Lady."

Even though she was apologizing, her tone and expression strangely remained calm.

"It's okay." Yuri shook her head. "It was as expected."

Ain and Ian quickly approached.

"You worked hard."

"You're getting stronger."

The two female knights generously comforted and praised Marilyn.

On the other hand, although Riezel didn't speak, he glanced at her a few times.

Marilyn didn't say another word, silently returning to stand behind Yuri, resuming her role as the silent and reserved maid.

At this moment, Yuri stood up.

"It's my turn."

Yuri's voice had just fallen when the announcer's voice sounded outside.

"Next, each side is to send out a magician to participate in the second round—a battle of magicians!"

Upon hearing the announcer's words, everyone turned to look at Yuri.

"My Lady, be careful."

"Go for it, My Lady."

Ain and Ian spoke up in succession.

"Good luck." Riezel added, offering his encouragement.

"Don't worry." Yuri replied with a smile, stepping onto the center of the training field with calm and confident strides.

"It's Marquis Frenzel!"

"Marquis Frenzel is entering!"

"Kyaaa! Lady Yuriii—!"

In the audience seats, bursts of cheers and screams erupt, fully showcasing Yuri's high popularity.

After all, she was the publicly recognized head of the Frenzel family and lord of the Frenzel territory. She was young, beautiful, brimming with talent, renowned worldwide, and known to everyone.

As one of the continent's only eight Strategic-Class Magicians, solely by this status alone, her popularity would never be low, perhaps even the highest among the War Festival's participants.

Compared to her, the audience's response was rather lackluster when Alderman made his entrance. He himself seemed unconcerned, squinting his eyes as he looked at his daughter walking into the center of the training field.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized his daughter seemed to have grown quite a bit.

In such a situation, Alderman couldn't help but speak up.

"You've already lost the first round. As long as I win this second round, you'll be completely defeated."

No one knew his intention in saying that.

"Do you think I'll lose?" Yuri calmly faced her father, whom she didn't particularly like, yet a rare smile appeared on her face.

"Indeed, you're certainly talented, much more so than I am..."

After saying that, Alderman remained silent for a while, and shortly afterward continued with indifference.

"But in a situation where you can't use tactical-class magic or strategic-class magic, do you think you can defeat me, who has spent decades studying combat-class magic?"

Due to lacking the magic compatibility to become a Tactical-Class Magician, Alderman had spent the past few decades focusing on studying combat-class magic.

With the combat-class magic expertise honed over many years of intense study, he simply couldn't imagine losing to his daughter, who couldn't use tactical-class or strategic-class magic in this War Festival.

"In this War Festival, the ultimate victor will be me." Alderman declared confidently.

Unfortunately, he was bound to be disappointed.

*BOOM!*

When a burst of purple vortex passed his body like a hurricane, landing on the ground near him and completely disintegrating it into nothingness, the confidence on his face froze.

The entire training field fell silent.

Everyone was shocked, watching the center of the training field, watching Yuri emanating purple fluctuations all over her body.

"Unfortunately, I can't see where your chance of winning lies..." Yuri's voice echoed throughout the training field.

Alderman wordlessly stared at his daughter across from him, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, as obvious as it could be.

An unequal one-sided fight was about to unfold.


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