I just hope to live a leisurely life in the world of anime.

Besides, there's a little girl at home who's been waiting to marry him for over ten years! If she found out, wouldn't she kill him?

People are watching what you do!

Wait a minute, isn't my current state just like Makoto's...?

Well, we're different! After all, our own harem is getting along well, so there's no way we'd trigger the "wooden knife" ending!

This is the benefit of being raised from a young age! It seems that the two lilies in the family are also an important factor?

It's infuriating! These two girls each have a maid every day, so I have no one to hold me anymore! I should probably give them a good talking to when I get home.

Forget it, it's useless anyway. Those two are fearless, it's just that I lack authority.

Maybe I'll have the chance to go to Gensokyo and discuss with that vampire lady how to maintain a dignified appearance.

Should we start with a head-covering crouch defense or something?

No, no! I'm getting carried away again! An Shu shook her head, trying to clear her mind of these random thoughts.

Priscilla stared at Anshu for a long while, then looked away and muttered to herself, "It doesn't matter, this must be the world's arrangement. You will definitely be mine! I will personally visit you in a while!"

An Shu glanced at her suspiciously, then mimicked her tone and retorted, "I thought you were going to say something like, 'It's your honor to be chosen by me, how dare you refuse!'"

Why do I feel like I was fooled by the original story? This person in front of me seems very easy to talk to?

“If it were those ignorant mortals, I would indeed say that,” Priscilla nodded noncommittally.

An Shu ignored her, because the little maid in her arms seemed to be jealous, and she tugged at her clothes.

Priscilla, being sensible, remained silent.

Roswaal finally appeared on the field!

……

"Count Mezas, it's been a long time!"

The red-haired youth placed his left hand on his chest, bowed slightly forward, and nodded, performing a standard gesture of respect.

"Tsk tsk, Sword Saint—my lord, it's only been a short time since we last met, and you're already acting so distant?" Roswaal didn't return the greeting, just stared at him.

"This is proper etiquette!"

"That's why I hate knights."

"Haha!" Reinhard laughed heartily, changing the subject, "Let's not talk about that, Count. I wonder why you came to see me today..."

"Someone asked me to come and beat you up!"

"Someone's here? Is it Miss Anshu?" Reinhardt's eyes lit up, after all, besides his own "goddess," there was practically no one who disliked him!

It seems the other person does care about themselves, otherwise they wouldn't be acting this way!

However, it seems I've been underestimated...

Reinhard didn't mean to look down on Roswaal, it's just that there's a gap between them...

He looked up at the sky. It was a clear day, and it was still morning. His power had increased!

May the heavens bless you and may the dawn protect you!

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the strangely dressed count before him, asking, "Your Excellency, how shall our duel proceed?"

Roswaal waved his hand, then spread it wide, curling the corners of his mouth into a smile, and his voice, carried through the mana, drowned out the noise of the entire arena, "Let's test our swordsmanship!"

"Sword skills?" Reinhard repeated, somewhat puzzled. Why would a mage like you want to engage in melee combat with a warrior like me?

“That’s right! But you can’t use the Dragon Sword!” Roswaal nodded with certainty.

“That’s no problem.” Although he didn’t know why he was doing this, as a knight, he had no reason to refuse his opponent’s request for fairness.

Chapter 101 Cheating###

"Any other requirements?" Reinhard asked again.

At this point, some dissenting voices began to emerge from the arena, but Roswaal ignored them, fiddling with his bangs as he said, "Well, no—we can't use blessing magic. Let's just—compete on skill, shall we?"

"No problem!" Reinhardt's voice was calm and firm, full of confidence in himself!

If one's swordsmanship is inferior to that of a mage, then one can leave the Knights!

"Then—who will be the referee?"

"Summon Knight Julius..."

"I'll do it!"

A deep, muffled voice came from behind Reinhard, interrupting what he was about to say.

"Commander?" Reinhard turned around and looked on, somewhat surprised.

"Oh? Commander Marcos?"

"Count Mezas, it's been a long time!"

As the leader of the Knights, even though he performed the same standard knightly salute, he did it with more skill and dexterity than Reinhard.

“It is truly an honor for me to have Captain Marcos as the referee!” This time, Roswaal returned the greeting with a small bow as well.

"Yes, I am equally honored to be a witness to the duel between the Earl and the Knight Reinhard."

After exchanging a polite remark, Marcos nodded solemnly to Julius, who was approaching, and took the two wooden swords from his hands.

"Your Excellency, Knight Reinhard, which one would you like?"

The two swords were actually the same, in terms of style, weight, and length, but Marcos still asked to avoid any unnecessary complications.

“Count Mezas, shall you choose first?” Reinhard stepped back and gestured for him to proceed.

“Either is fine!” Roswaal grabbed one at random, turned and walked away first, putting distance between himself and Reinhardt, and casually took off his cloak and threw it aside.

"Ok!"

Reinhard stepped forward, first nodding to his captain and friend, then slowly walked to his place, facing his eager opponent Roswaal!

The audience started cheering, but neither of them seemed affected; the atmosphere between them had become quite subtle!

"Begin!" Marcos shouted, leaping backward with Julius and stepping back.

"Hey!"

At the same time, Roswaal chuckled to himself, having received a message from that guy!

Roswaal crouched down, and like a nimble cheetah, he leaped out!

What's going on? Why is the mana fluctuating so violently?

The sudden, violent fluctuation of magic power puzzled Reinhard, but he dared not let his guard down as Roswaal rushed towards him. He lowered his body slightly and prepared to step forward, but he froze in place!

Unable to move?! Magic?! Wasn't this a swordsmanship contest? He subconsciously glanced at his feet; nothing was gripping them!

Is my body not responding to my commands?

"Just as I expected!" Roswaal knew that the guy had made his move just by looking at Reinhard's actions!

Then I need to hurry up too!

"Gauze Curtain!" He tossed aside his sword, waved his hand, and a thick, dark mist began to emanate, instantly enveloping the entire area!

As the strongest magician in the kingdom, even the simplest magic he unleashes should not be underestimated!

The audience members were stunned by the magic that obstructed their vision and senses!

They heard the conversation amplified by magic! What is Count Mezas up to?

"What is Count Mezas doing?! Didn't we agree that this was just a swordsmanship contest?" Marcos was both shocked and furious. He had been wondering why Reinhard was underestimating him and not taking any action!

Although he was somewhat angry, he wasn't worried about Reinhard, after all, the title of 'Sword Saint' wasn't given lightly!

Unfortunately, he didn't know that a certain lazy bum in the audience was destined to disappoint him.

"Julius!" Marcos didn't have any good solutions against magic, but luckily he had an elven knight by his side.

"Commander, here!"

Julius responded with a shout, and spread out his hand, causing six points of light of different colors to illuminate, creating a small space.

But it was only a small patch; the surrounding black fog kept encroaching, and the field of vision became smaller and smaller.

"If we can't see in that direction, is there any other way?"

This time he did not respond. He closed his golden eyes, drew his knight's sword, gripped the hilt, and swung it forcefully toward the sky. A rainbow-colored sword aura created a whirlwind that dispersed Roswaal's magic and finally illuminated the entire arena!

But it was too late!

……

Just now, Reinhard was already unable to move or react because of what was happening beneath him, and then the mist started to dissipate again.

And just at that exact moment, Roswaal, for some unknown reason, suddenly appeared behind him!

He had initially thought that even with the wind magic, the distance between them would be at least a breath's time. The feeling of his prediction failing made him slightly upset, but he didn't lose his composure and quickly turned around!

Roswaal probably saw him turn around, and without saying a word, he clenched his fist and punched him in the face.

But he didn't care, because at this point he had already released the restraints on the protection!

The initial blessing ensures that the enemy's first attack misses!

However, it was precisely this carelessness and faith in the protection that almost caused Reinhard to suffer a great loss!

Even though he had activated all his protective spells, his vision was still shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to see anything in the distance! He sensed something was wrong and realized that his magic-avoiding spells hadn't been triggered!

In other words, my protection has failed?

In a flash, he quickly turned his head and narrowly dodged the punch!

The mighty Sword Saint almost got his face slapped!

Chapter 102 My Miss Anshu is Mischievous Again###

(In the audience, unlike the other quiet places where the scene inside the black curtain was not visible, An Shu's two seats were quite lively.)

Although the lively atmosphere was entirely created by An Shu alone.