Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 174: Fight

The group of people approached from the other side of the carriage. Since the prince had been accused by the church of colluding with heretics, the royal army had been called in to escort him.

That’s why Reeva was surprised to see Onia in this mobile prison when there was a perfectly fine carriage sent from the royal capital to escort the prince. Sitting there would certainly be better than sitting in a prison. But what does he know? He’s not an expert in carriages, he could count on two hands how many times he had ridden in one.

The group of soldiers wore armor, layered with leather to keep the metal warm. At the front was a blue-haired woman who looked just as serious as Hilda.

Her hair was cut short, barely reaching the middle of her neck. From afar, Reeva caught a glimpse of her and could confidently say he’d never read about her before.

The priests, seeing the knights approach, showed a bit of dissatisfaction among the holy men that had gathered.

"You don’t need to trouble yourself with this, Sir Jiel," one priest said.

"A sacred duel must be honored, no matter who’s fighting."

The woman stood firm, leaving the priest with nothing to say. In their minds, they had likely planned to "accidentally" kill Leon during the duel as punishment for slandering their god.

"Then make yourself at home."

Since he couldn’t move her, the priest backed off. The other knights had already set up a seat for her, and they settled in to watch the duel unfold.

"Before we begin, I’ll repeat the rules so there are no misunderstandings," said the judging priest. "The duel will be carried out only once, and the person who threatens the other’s life with their technique or power will be declared the winner. There will be no death under the Sun God’s watch today."

Some priests looked displeased with this setup, as their god had been defied, but they held their tongues with the royals present.

"Are we clear?" The judging priest asked. Both sides nodded. Leon readied a sword he had borrowed from another priest, using the same trick as before.

"With both parties understanding the rules, the duel will begin in 5…

4…

3…

1… Start!"

Leon didn’t wait for the priest to approach but rushed directly at the man with glasses. Leon wielded the sword with a fair degree of skill, though his main weapon was a spear.

The sword, coated in the mystic power of frost, swung toward the priest, who blocked it with his own weapon. Sparks flew from the sudden impact, making the snow glow orange for a split second.

After clashing for just a moment, Leon noticed the priest also had mystic power coating his weapon. If Leon had attacked with a regular sword, it would’ve bent out of shape. But since both were mystics, neither could interfere with the other’s power.

Leon shifted his stance, realizing he couldn’t rely on the same tactics against ordinary opponents. Now, it was just him and the priest, their powers locking in a duel.

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"You’ve got a nice power," the priest remarked. "Too bad you’re not on our side."

The priest spoke as his sword clashed with Leon’s. Sparks flew again, but this time it wasn’t the priest who got hurt—it was the northern man, clutching his hand as he felt the power radiating from the priest with glasses.

They exchanged a few more blows, but each time, Leon only revealed how outmatched he truly was. The priest handled him like a child playing in the snow. From the moment Leon chose to pick up a sword, he had already lost the duel.

Just as Hilda had predicted, the priest won with ease. His swordsmanship was firm and far more disciplined than Leon’s ever could be, and worst of all, he won the duel while humiliating Leon in front of everyone who came to witness.

Despite the easy win the priest doesn’t seem too pleased with this outcome, and the heretic still got away with slandering his god. So under the watchful eyes of the blue-haired woman, he could only humiliate Leon but not kill him.

In the priest’s eyes, this is very infuriating.

"Are we done?" Onia asked Reeva, who was sitting further back.

"Yeah, Leon was finished the moment their swords met."

He wasn’t rooting for the priest, but the skill gap was undeniable. Like Hilda said, the priest must have been trained by knights before he joined the church. Leon, on the other hand, spent most of his life surviving in the wilderness. There was no way he could compete with a man like that.

Seeing the priest’s victory, the other priests cheered as they closed in on Leon. They grabbed him by the arms and hauled him back inside the prison carriage where he belonged.

"Welcome back," Reeva said, watching the man who had just lost his duel.

"..."

Leon didn’t respond. He seemed shaken, staring blankly as if the defeat had struck something deep within him. But Reeva noticed something odd about his reaction. Leon wasn’t the type to crumble after a loss, he was a petty grudge-holder who usually sought revenge when given the chance. That meant there had to be something more behind this silence.

Before Reeva could ask why Leon had gone through with this whole spectacle, the priests propped up the fallen door and sealed it back, just as it was before.

"So what were you trying to do out there?" Reeva asked, curious now that Leon had returned empty-handed. If he already had a plan for escape, there must have been a reason for challenging the priest. But Leon didn’t respond. He just lay down and closed his eyes, shutting out the world.

With the northern man uninterested in talking, Reeva decided to go about his day as before, all while contemplating how best to use the fact that he was now an apostle of the Sun God.