Milton ruthlessly swung again towards Oliver, who was overcome with astonishment and terror.

Oliver dazedly raised his sword to meet the attack, but…

Klaaang!

“Urgh…”

The results were less than ideal. Oliver staggered backward and almost lost grip of his sword.

These two exchanges of blows were enough for Oliver to be certain.

“Are you an Expert?”

“I suppose I am.”

Milton rested his sword on his shoulder as he responded.

An Expert could do more than enveloping their sword with their aura. They could also circulate the aura around their body to increase their physique by at least half of its normal capabilities. This was why Milton, who was more than 40kg lighter than Oliver, was able to overwhelm the latter in a contest of strength.

“Any more questions? If not, it’s time to end this.”

“W-…wait…”

Milton’s blade swung again with a flash, while Oliver hurriedly turned his horse around. He decided to retreat after coming to the realization that this was an opponent he could not win against.

But…

Shuk!

Milton’s deadly strike cut cleanly through Oliver’s neck. Oliver died without so much as a moment to feel pain, and his horse galloped back to its lines with its headless owner still atop it.

“Uoooooooooh!”

“Hurrah for Viscount Forrest!”

“Hurrah for our Lord!”

With Milton’s victory, the allied troops burst out with a deafening cry.

***

On the other side of the battlefield, voices were being raised in a different manner.

“Fool! How could you lose after going out there so surely?!”

Count Rosscaiz yelled thunderously.

Though...