Treating Knights Well

Clank!

Clank! 

Clank! Clank!

The sound of sword clinking sounded, the match had already started and started from the big game. Each time a match occurs it will be done by taking five of each knight member. 

Not together with those residents who want to become official knights. They have their own schedules. 

Vincent watched from above and saw that Newt was fighting very well. He defeated his enemy quickly. 

Clank!

Newt's sword clashed with the sword of the white knight commander, he was Aska. The look in his eyes was calm and he was smiling, in contrast to the cold-faced Newt. 

Newt concentrated his power in his arms, then he deliberately weakened his strength which made his sword slump with the body he tilted so that the direction of Aska's tilted sword would not hit him.

When Aska's sword tilted, Newt immediately turned his sword and aimed at Aska's hips.

Tension ensued, with just five centimeters away, Aska would definitely be injured quite badly, but his hand flexibly directly made his sword go close to his hips and made the two swords clash again. 

Aska's body retreated to set the horses back. While Newt was still staring coldly. 

"Great knight aska too." Vincent praised from where he was sitting, next to him Clark heard what was said by his king. 

"Of course, the king of Vincent. He comes from the famous Baron Winslet family, always giving birth to holy knights." Clark gave an explanation of Aska's background. 

Vincent, who was listening, was attracted by Aska, he was observing the fight between the two knight commanders. 

Ring! Ring!

The sound of a big bell made them immediately insert their swords into the scabbard that was around their waists. According to the appointed time, they must end their fight. And those who are still standing in the ring can move on to the next fight. 

In the center of that huge field, fifteen knights left only five knights. A huge shout sounded to praise those who endured. Each commando of the troops managed to survive to the end and there was no sweat on Newt and Aska that made the knights admire them. 

The five-minute battle was not an easy thing, and from both white and black knights, in addition to their commander, one knight member also managed to survive. 

Another fight ensued and Newt stood near the field, watching his subordinates who were competing. Not long after, Aska approached Newt, he looked very calm. His face was kind, in contrast to Newt. 

"How are you, Newt?" he asked.

"As you can see."  Newt's answer seemed indifferent, he didn't like to be close to Aska, who was a holy knight. 

Since a long time ago the black and white knights were rumored to be not good, the two of them often had different goals and opinions. It is for that reason that he is actually this friendly person who keeps a distance from each other, their closeness naturally does not make some people happy. 

Newt exhaled a short breath without looking at Aska. He went straight from there so as not to look close to Aska. However, Aska followed Newt. 

From a distance, the interaction between Aska and Newt made Vincent interested. 

"What is the relationship between the two of them?" asked Vincent without pointing at Newt and Aska. Clark, who had been next to Vincent, saw the direction in Vincent's eyes.

"They used to be friends, King Vincent."

Vincent touched his lips while continuing to pay attention, then he muttered to himself because of the two people who caught his eye. 

The knights' match continued until lunchtime came. At lunchtime there was no longer a fight, they were resting or some of them were training in order to win the fight. 

When they walked into the colosseum building, the food was already served there very much. They were astonished by what was there. 

Newt came to the chef standing there. 

"What's this all about?" 

"King Vincent told us to entertain the knights." 

Newt diverted his attention again, the knights who fought just now were eating the food presented, and not only that, the ordinary residents were also there, getting the same treatment as the official knights that really made Newt think of the reason why his king acted like this.

In his place, not far from where he was sitting just now, with a large table that was there, Vincent was leading lunch with the nobles who attended the knight festival event. 

Nearby Henry sat down, he looked very calm while turning the wine in his hand. 

"I didn't expect you to show your swordsmanship." Henry's voice was low but Vincent could hear it well. Vincent moved his head looking at Henry. 

"A warm welcome is needed, Grand Duke Henry." 

"It's still an exaggeration, your father hasn't done it for more than twenty years." Henry looked at Vincent to tell him that he as a living person first knew that what Vincent had just done was not good. 

"That's my father's fault. Father should lead the festival like a knight, because the supreme commander is the father not the other."

"King Vincent, this year is really the best knight festival!" another nobleman exclaimed in praise of what Vincent did. They raised their wine glasses as a form of praise for their king. 

At that dinner table, they repeatedly praised Vincent, and told him about many things they never expected Vincent to do. In his silence, Henry could only listen while cursing Vincent repeatedly.

Clark always watched Henry from where he was standing, he didn't like Henry a long time ago. He felt that Henry was always trying to influence Vincent. And only Lily resolutely showed her hatred for Henry. 

Grand Duke Henry, he had a lot of wealth that even people thought with his wealth he could create a new empire. Such is Henry's strong influence, he also has acquaintances of important people from other countries that make him so confident.