“Is this really a peace negotiation?” I muttered.
“Princess Valiele, since we’re up against Villendorf, I do believe that this is the more proper route with them,” Zabine said.
She was behind me as the captain of my corps and had keen hearing. This was the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation until the duels were over.
“I wouldn’t simply call this an act of savagery, but this doesn’t seem quite right to me,” I confessed.
“Perhaps so, but if my Sir Polidoro agrees to these terms, I suppose we have no choice but to humor them,” Zabine replied.
When did he become yours? I wondered to myself. I couldn’t fully agree with her words and decided to question her.
“When did you and Faust begin dating?” I asked. “I don’t plan on scolding you for it or anything. Just curious.”
“To be precise, we aren’t dating yet,” Zabine replied.
And you have the gall to call him yours? I quickly understood that this was just another one of Zabine’s bombastic delusions. I’d given up on trying to save her long ago; I knew that she was sick in the head.
“But I do believe that I’ll get at least one opportunity to have sex with him during these negotiations,” Zabine said.
“We don’t have time for that,” I replied.
We seriously don’t. You ought to understand that. From here on out, Villendorf would keep us under close surveillance under the guise of protecting us. Our every movement would be carefully scrutinized. The clanging of armor and the sharp clashes of steel made me shiver. I gazed at Faust, who rammed his armored opponent and grappled her. I didn’t know that he was skilled in martial arts too. I guess his towering stature is a weapon in and of itself—anyone he rams will be helpless against his might.
“Oh, he threw her,” I noted.
“He sure did,” Zabine agreed.
Faust had grabbed a knight who was about five foot nine and thrown her high in the air. Her back slammed against the wall hard, and she was unable to move. Faust approached his opponent and gently tapped the tip of his training sword against her. A gentle sound rang out, a clear reminder that he was holding back.
“Victor, Sir Faust von Polidoro!” the Villendorfian commander shouted.
I knew that he was strong when he fought during my first battle, but once again, it becomes so crystal clear. His towering physique and monstrous strength put even his terrifying appearance to shame, supplemented by his absurd stamina that allowed him to charge into a hundred enemies and singlehandedly kill over half. Even Faust was aware that he’d never lose if he was challenged to a duel; his combat prowess could only be explained as a gift bestowed by God. I wasn’t sure if there was a person in this world who was capable of besting him.
“I don’t think I have to worry about him losing in a duel, but Faust mentioned that it didn’t matter when, where, or what situation we’re in,” I mumbled.
“He did indeed, Your Highness,” Zabine replied.
“Will stuff like this continue to happen countless times during our trip here?”
We were still right in front of the border and hadn’t set foot in Villendorf just yet. Will we be faced with similar situations over and over in Villendorf? I let out a melancholic sigh.