The Extra Wants To Live

"start!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Catherine dashed forward.

The knight he was facing also ran towards him, but a look of resignation was faintly visible on his face.

Catherine held her sword out in front of her, which she had placed on the halter.

Catherine, with her relatively short reach, is not bad at keeping her opponents at bay and keeping their distance, but it's not a great way to dig in like this.

The opponent quickly dug in, his nerves extremely tense. In such cases, the classic method of destruction is to use a ricasso, which exerts a lot of force, to push the outside of the opponent's sword.

With Catherine's arms outstretched, it's difficult to swing or change the sword, and it's also difficult to put power into the sword.

It's very basic combat logic.

But there's no way Catherine wouldn't know such basic things.

It's clearly a trap, but you can't help but go in even though you know it.

There are some traps that smell so delicious that if you leave them alone, they will unleash a massive onslaught like they have done so far, leaving you unable to move a finger.

Sling… .

The moment the knight's sword pushed Catherine's sword out, a soft, scraping sound was heard instead of a metallic crack.

Catherine pulled the outstretched sword back with incredible wrist flexibility and agility.

The knight's sword, which was being pushed away by Catherine's sword, was blocked by the sword that was being slashed from the lower right to the upper right.

Catherine's sword and the knight's ricasso were in contact, but in an instant, Catherine's ricasso caught the knight's sword.

The knight felt as if he was swinging a branch through a dense field of reeds.

The sword was blocked without any rebound due to the resistance that was rising gently and gently.

The sword was blocked so gently that the knight didn't even have time to turn his sword around and strike with the back edge.

Catherine dug in furiously without slowing down, and her sword reached the knight's neck just as she made contact.

The knight's black sword was blocked by Catherine's sword and passed just past her head.

"I lost."

"Wow!"

A cheer erupts immediately after the declaration of defeat. Catherine won the single-sword battle with amazingly precise swordsmanship.

Even in the case of plainclothes swordsmanship, it is rare for a match to be decided in an instant like this.

Flawless and clean swordsmanship presents a beauty like elegant dance steps. I can't help but be amazed.

However, Catherine's swordsmanship is not only elegant.

In her previous matches, she stormed her opponents, getting them to distances where they couldn't even swing their swords, and even wrestling them down.

Catherine's only weaknesses are her short stature and light weight. Other than that, she shows the balanced appearance of a typical complete warrior.

"Indeed, she have the skills of a true royal knight."

"Even so, isn't it great?"

"With that kind of skill, it wouldn't be strange if his name became known."

"You said that Lord Carl personally selected the imperial knights after examining them thoroughly?"

As Catherine's evaluation rises, so does Carl's.

Catherine must achieve as overwhelming a victory as possible.

'How far has Sir Gilbert reached?'

Catherine didn't feel particularly moved even after her victory. Catherine grew up quickly in a short period of time thanks to the books she received from Gilbert.

Gilbert didn't just explain martial arts stances. He poured decades of combat experience into that little book.

Rather than calling it martial arts, it would be more accurate to call it combat logic..

Carl, who has just learned the basics, will not be able to experience its true value because his priority is to learn the posture.

But Catherine and Billford, who had already reached a certain level, were able to gain a lot of valuable knowledge and experience from a single book that could barely be salvaged in a life-threatening battle.

From things about 'me' such as the transfer of power, shifting of the center of gravity, and changes in the gap, to things about 'the other person' such as predicting the psychology and movements of the other person facing 'me'.

And it covers the entire interaction that occurs between 'me' and 'the other', up to the point of allowing 'me' to adjust the state of the 'other'.

There is a long road that leads second-class to first-class, and first-class to the next level.

The path of glory that Gilbert has paved awaits her, long and wide. So, what kind of scenery is Gilbert, Commander of the Imperial Knights, seeing from so far away?

"Lady Catherine! What are you doing?"

"…Lord Carl?"

Catherine turned her head from her thoughts at the sudden sound of Carl's voice.

She found Carl standing next to Milione, looking at her, and noticed that Carl had done a great job of drawing Milione in.

It's Carl, after all. He's never let Catherine down, and he's never let anything go that he set out to get.

"You have to wave your handkerchief!"

"Huh? Oh, that… . Yes… … ."

Catherine's emotions were shattered by Carl's smiling words. She awkwardly untied Carl's handkerchief from the handle of her sword and shook it creakingly.

"It's my handkerchief! She's my Knight!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The crowd bursts into laughter as Carl playfully points at Catherine and shouts.

It feels familiar to see the noble 4th prince playing a mischievous prank on his knight, and Catherine, who had just been showing off her incredible prowess with her rock-like face, being flustered.

She feel cheerful.

Carl successfully created an atmosphere and was able to build relationships with more friendly people by talking about various things. With Milione also present, Carl was practically the center of the party.

Master Jaren, a narrow-minded championship candidate who had to give up his chance to young promising players, was left alone in the competition.

Even though Master Jaren is there, there are those who openly mention Catherine as a candidate to win, and her inviolable territory as Master is being damaged. read-more-on-MVLeMpYr

Jaren tried to control his expression and looked at Carl and Catherine with a relaxed expression.

'I was supposed to be the main character, but they took my place.'

Jaren, who had no idea that the party itself was something Milione had prepared for Carl, really thought so.

Splash.

Jaren's leather gloves crunch as they are crushed. Even after he released his hand, the glove, crushed by the Master's power, did not return to its original state but remained distorted.