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Chapter 66 Swordsmanship Duel

Prince Spartz has shown exceptional talent at a young age; at only thirteen, he already possesses the strength equivalent to a second-level swordsman.

Despite his young age, his skill in swordsmanship and archery is remarkable.

As the sole heir to the Kingdom of Sotoa, no one could question his position even if he openly defied the king's decree.

Harry looked at Kaia, a surge of anger rising within him. He felt insulted because he believed Kaia lacked the respect due to him, the prince's tutor.

He shouted anxiously at Kaiya, "Kaiya, how can you be so rude? Don't forget, I am the prince's teacher!"

However, Kaiya did not take Hai Rui seriously. He was arrogant and believed that his abilities far surpassed Hai Rui's.

He always showed contempt for those weaker than himself. So, he simply sneered and turned to leave.

Before leaving, Kaya looked back at the prince, her eyes filled with disappointment and regret.

He believed that the prince was condoning Hai Rui's evil deeds, and that if the prince were to grant Hai Rui the title of "Holy Knight" as requested after ascending the throne, it would bring unpredictable and serious consequences.

Hai Rui watched Kaiya depart, then turned to Prince Shipaz and arrogantly said, "Shipaz, you still need to work harder. Now, go and draw your sword a hundred times and shoot an arrow a hundred times!"

Spitz: "Yes, teacher."

Qiao Xiao walked over. "Prince Spartz, my child."

Prince Spartz turned and bowed, saying respectfully, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Qiao Xiao looked at Shi Bozi with concern, "It's so hot outside, you should go and rest."

Spitz shook his head: "No need, I need to practice more. There are only three months left to prepare for the knight selection."

Qiao Xiao: "What are the criteria for the Knights selection?"

Spitz: "Horse riding, shooting, and sword duels."

Qiao Xiao: "So, what's your weakest skill, Spitz?"

Spohr's words: "A sword duel."

Qiao Xiao turned to look at the swordsman Hai Rui beside her and asked, "Swordsmanship duels are useless if you only test your skills, right, swordsman Hai Rui?"

The swordsman Hai Rui removed his sun hat and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. But physical training is fundamental and cannot be neglected."

Qiao Xiao frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "The prince is only thirteen years old, not thirty! Look at the cold sweat on his forehead and his cheeks that are almost peeling from the sun. Isn't this a bit excessive? The king is going on a month-long inspection tour. I believe you don't want the king to come back and blame you for making the prince look so disheveled, do you?"

Hai Rui immediately knelt down, his voice filled with fear, "Please forgive me, my Queen!"

Qiao Xiao immediately helped him up: "Knight Hai Rui, there's no need to be nervous, please get up. No matter what, I firmly believe that you will put the national interest first and be loyal to this country, right?"

Hai Rui stood up, nodded firmly, and replied, "Of course, my Queen."

At this moment, Qiao Xiao caught a glimpse of Shi Bozi standing behind Hai Rui, whose face seemed to carry a hint of resentment.

What's going on? Is it because he's upset that he just criticized his master?

She decided to speak with Spitz alone.

Qiao Xiao called out, "Sipoz, come with me for a moment."

The two walked together onto a green field.

Qiao Xiao asked, "Is there something you're unhappy about with me?"

Schubert gritted his teeth and stubbornly replied, "The teacher is doing this for my own good."

Qiao Xiao couldn't help but feel annoyed and said sarcastically, "Are you suffering from heatstroke? Has the sun made you dizzy?"

Suddenly, Shi Bozi felt a cold touch on his hand; it was Qiao Xiao's cold palm.

His gaze froze instantly, then darted away like lightning. He stood there dumbfounded, his face, which had been flushed from the sun, quickly turning deathly pale.

His eyes widened: "What are you doing?"

His tone was accusatory, unlike that of a child; clearly, his docile and obedient behavior was all an act.

Qiao Xiao: "I'm worried about you, my child."

Spitz: "Your worries are unnecessary."

He carefully wiped the spot Qiao Xiao had just touched with a handkerchief, as if it had been contaminated with something unclean, his disgust in his eyes hard to conceal.

Qiao Xiao watched his actions with a calm and composed mind.

She spoke slowly, “Your teacher has been kind to you, but that doesn’t mean he is an outstanding swordsman. You should understand that, Spitz.”

Spoelstra seemed to be choked by Qiao Xiao's words. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute them. He could only say softly, "...Well, but no one is willing to teach me." His voice carried a hint of grievance, which made people feel sorry for him.

Qiao Xiao smiled slightly, a hint of confidence flashing in her eyes, "My country is famous for its superb swordsmanship, perhaps I can help you."

Schubert looked at Qiao Xiao with some doubt and hesitated before saying, "Thank you, Mother, but you are, after all, a woman, and swordsmanship is mostly inherited by men. I'm afraid you cannot..."

Qiao Xiao immediately interrupted him, "Since Prince Spartz doesn't trust my abilities, then I'll be waiting for you here at ten o'clock tonight, and we'll settle this once and for all."

Spitz's eyes widened, and he said incredulously, "This is impossible!"

Qiao Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. "We'll see then." With that, she turned and left gracefully, leaving Shi Boz standing there alone, looking astonished.

Hai Rui appeared shortly afterward, patted Spartz on the shoulder, and said, "The Queen is gone, we should practice now, Your Highness?"

Spitz: "Yes, teacher."

Hai Rui: "Your Highness, don't believe the Queen's one-sided story. She's not a man and doesn't understand the price we pay to become knights. You still need to work hard, Your Highness. You're still far from becoming a true knight!"

Spohr said, “I know.” He seemed to have complete faith in Harry’s words.

When night fell, Spohr actually came as promised. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have believed her nonsense.

The palace clock struck ten precisely at ten o'clock, a time when entry and exit from the palace were prohibited, and several groups of guards would patrol the entire palace.

Spoelstra thought to himself, "It really is fake. This princess is truly untrustworthy and likes to fool people."

He couldn't help but mutter, "They're not coming back, huh."

In his heart, he had never truly accepted her.

He turned to leave, but heard a soft laugh behind him.

Schertz turned around and saw a woman dressed in knight's attire standing quietly in the bright moonlight.

Her figure was tall and slender, and the moonlight shone on her armor, gleaming with a cold light, as if draping her in a layer of silver gauze.

Her helmet covered most of her face, but her chin and lips revealed a firm and resolute expression.

She held a long sword in her hand, and with a casual lift, the blade reflected the moonlight, like a flowing silver ribbon.

"Who said I didn't come?" Qiao Xiao's voice carried a hint of teasing and provocation.

Sporz's face instantly turned bright red, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "I thought..."

"What did you think? Did you think I would break my promise?" Qiao Xiao walked up to him and interrupted him.

Looking at her, a strange feeling welled up inside him, and he stammered, "Are you in knight's attire?"

Qiao Xiao smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with pride, and said, "Yes, before coming to this country, I was already a famous knight in our country. According to the rank, I should be a master knight now."

A gentle breeze stirred, causing her cloak to flutter softly. Her hair danced in the wind, mingling with the moonlight, making her appear dashing and spirited.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept by, and a strand of Qiao Xiao's hair gently brushed against Shi Bozi's ear.

The gentle touch sent a shiver down Spohr's spine, as if a kitten were tickling him. His heart raced involuntarily, and a barely perceptible blush rose to his cheeks.

Schertz stood there quietly, a complex emotion welling up inside him, mixed with a hint of unspoken excitement.

At this moment, a thought he dared not even dare to exist was quietly planted in his heart.