The opponent of the girl named Limdis, who seemed to be in her own world, was a tall male noble.
He looked quite normal, though here “normal” meant normal among nobles.
You can’t blame Mo Li for looking at the noble class with a biased perspective; there were just too many oddballs among them, forcing him to view them with a peculiar gaze.
To most people, nobles always appeared glamorous and elegant, their every move exuding noble grace.
But in Mo Li’s eyes, these people were synonymous with lunatics.
In his view, any noble had some sort of mental illness, whether it was sadism, masochism, or some other psychological issue.
Of course, the dignified nobles would never show their abnormal side in public.
They would present themselves as radiant leaders who cared for the people, but who knew what darkness lay behind the scenes?
“I am Dekolin, the eldest son of the Karlin family.
I am not very skilled, so please guide me,” the tall noble youth said, placing his rapier in front of his chest and bowing politely, appearing very humble.
“Hello, nice to meet you.
My name is Limdis Ludewell, the ‘Black Abyss Death’s Omen God Fox’s Favored One,’ serving at the great God Fox’s abode, coming from the other side of the sky and sea, heading to the divine path of the sea city…” Limdis also introduced herself, but her lengthy and complicated introduction was like an encrypted message that ordinary people might not understand without a translator.
“Uh…” Dekolin’s mouth twitched, clearly not understanding what ‘God Fox’s abode’ or ‘divine path of the sea city’ meant.
Out of noble etiquette, he didn’t interrupt Limdis’s self-introduction.
For nobles, interrupting someone, especially during a self-introduction, was considered very impolite.
But while he didn’t interrupt, some people were getting impatient.
“Alright, Miss Limdis, we’re not interested in your story.
If you want to fight, fight quickly.
If not, surrender so we can move on to the next match.
Everyone’s waiting,” the hook-nosed referee said impatiently.
“Tch…” Limdis clicked her tongue in displeasure at being interrupted, muttering softly, “Mean old hook-nosed man.”
“What did you say?” The hook-nosed elder raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing, nothing,” Limdis adjusted the brim of her cloak.
In theory, these duel matches required participants to show their faces as a sign of respect to their opponents.
However, this girl had no intention of removing her hood.
But given how strange she was in other ways, everyone subconsciously ignored this point.
“Alright, the time limit is twenty minutes.
The duel begins,” the hook-nosed referee announced as he flipped the hourglass.
“Miss Limdis, do you need me to lend you a set of clothes?” Dekolin asked, eyeing the black and white stockings and little leather boots under her skirt with a frown.
After all, it was a match, and fighting in stockings was a bit much.
Could she be a bit more serious?
“Huh, I have clothes to wear.
Why would I need to borrow clothes?” Limdis clearly didn’t understand what he meant.
“No problem, if Miss Limdis doesn’t need it, that’s fine… Well, my apologies then.” Dekolin, showing gentlemanly manners, conceded the first move to her, remaining still.
Limdis didn’t hold back.
Though she was only about half a head taller than the young dragon Jasmine, her speed was nothing to scoff at.
In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of Dekolin.
The latter didn’t back down either.
His rapier flashed in a flurry of thrusts and parries, seemingly chaotic but actually probing and testing.
Clearly, Dekolin didn’t plan to use his killing moves right away; he wanted to gauge his opponent’s level first.
Mo Li, lounging lazily in the stands, suddenly perked up.
Not to mention Limdis, this Dekolin was impressive.
His swordsmanship was practical and effective, unlike the flashy ceremonial swordplay of other nobles.
He had clearly learned some practical knightly sword techniques, making him a breath of fresh air among the Minster nobles.
The other spectators also noticed that this match was different from the usual ones, watching intently and not daring to make a sound.
“I am the God Fox’s favored one, Aurevigia, please hear my prayer!” Limdis remained unfazed, not responding to Dekolin’s aggressive swordplay.
Instead, she uttered a line that was both embarrassing and awkward, as if saying it would trigger some kind of transformation.
“This is the power of the God Fox!” the girl exclaimed.
Oh heavens… Mo Li covered his face in the stands, unable to comprehend how this girl could say such embarrassing lines in public without blushing.
If it were him, he would have died of embarrassment.
But you know what, after shouting that nonsensical line, the girl’s speed suddenly increased, far surpassing Dekolin’s sword thrusts.
It was as if she was a leaf flying through a storm, untouched by a single drop of rain.
“What?…”
“Sera above…” murmurs spread through the stands.
While outsiders might just marvel at the girl’s extraordinary skills, only Mo Li noticed the momentary gleam in her eyes.
That was a bloodline.
This girl was a bloodline bearer.
“This is the contestant I mentioned who could potentially pose a threat to me,” Barlow said meaningfully, watching the girl darting around the arena from the VIP section.
Martha quietly watched Limdis below without speaking.
“This girl named Limdis seems to be a descendant of a fallen noble family.
It’s said she has a bloodline… But what’s strange is that when I had people investigate her past, they found nothing,” Barlow shook his head, also puzzled.
“It’s as if she appeared out of thin air… If we can win her over, it would be ideal.
Everyone would be happy.
But if not, she will be an obstacle.”
“Brother, I hear that girl always talks about some God Fox and Aurevigia.
Do you think she might be connected to those things she mentions?”
“Hah? God Fox and such, how could such ethereal things exist in this world?” Barlow scoffed.
“She’s just a weirdo who likes to say strange things.
It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Tsk tsk, I wonder what that girl looks like.
If she’s decent-looking, I wouldn’t mind taking her as a concubine… Women with bloodlines are always welcome,” Barlow said, his eyes wandering to the girl’s stocking-clad legs on the field.
