Jayton wore a dumbfounded expression. So, right now, this bastard...
"You don't remember who I am?"
"I don't know. Who are you?"
He meant it. That wasn't a provocation or mockery; he genuinely looked like he didn't know.
"This bastard... after humiliating me like that in public, you don't know me."
"How should I know? You're not the first or second one like that."
Ah, that was true. Hadn't his life been one of picking fights without regard for time, place, or opponent?
Right.
Come to think of it, it made sense he wouldn't remember. Jayton ground his teeth fiercely.
"Right. So you don't remember? How grand of you."
"Ahem!"
"That wasn't a compliment!"
"Huh? Really?"
Jayton thought.
Grudge or not, he didn't want to have a long conversation with this guy. It seemed that just fighting quickly and getting it over with would be better for his noble spirit.
"Referee, let's begin."
"Ahem... yes, understood."
The referee looked at both contestants once before shouting loudly.
"Begin!"
The moment those words were heard, Jayton drew his sword and rushed forward.
"Dieeee!"
The aura clearly formed on his longsword. A powerful sword strike swung with a disciplined stance. The representatives from other nations were momentarily impressed by the ability that could only be shown by at least a five-star knight.