The tournament continued. In the cycle of victories and defeats, everyone did their best, but only a handful left a deep impression on the audience. However, there were also those who, despite not having competed yet, had already left a strong impression on the spectators by their presence alone.
Proven geniuses already considered favorites to win. One of them was now being called out by the referee.
"Antonius Denar!"
The moment his name was called, a great stir went through the audience.
‘Ooh! Finally!’
“He's here.
He's finally here." “This is what I've been waiting for." The Twelve Paladins, the undefeatable guardians who protect the Holy Empire of Saint Louis.
The next-generation candidate closest to that supreme title. A man called the future of the Holy Empire, said to have already been granted a miracle at the age of ten and to have reached the five-star level in pure swordsmanship. He was Antonius Denar.
Silver hair and golden eyes. Clad in spotless white armor, holding a sacred sword inscribed with divine runes with both hands against the ground, his firm stance was truly the very image of a Holy Knight from the myths.
"Ooooh... How holy."
"Indeed, just looking at him is different. So different."
"Oh, Goddess Eupinel."