Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

Carl: "But, you..."

Cyril: "Carl, give it to me."

Carl could only take out his sword and hand it to Cyril, and Liz patted him on the shoulder, expressing that there was no need for him to worry.

"Don't worry, Cyril always has a sense of proportion."

But this doesn't dispel Carl's worries. Cyril is a powerful magician, there is no doubt about it.

But this does not mean that Cyril can exchange his wand for a sword to compete with others in swordsmanship.Cyril is not as skilled in both magic and martial arts as he is.

The queen asked, "What's the news over there?"

The servant told her respectfully that it was Prince Brandon who was going to fight the magician who saved Princess Anne and Miss Kathy.

Queen: "Oh, let them go."

Since the queen did not stop them, everyone quickly made room for the two who were about to duel, and everyone withdrew from the dance floor, and gathered around the edge of the dance floor to watch this good show with great interest.

The light of the dazzling chandelier overhead shines on the floor of the ballroom, and the smooth ballroom emits a bright light.

Now only Cyril and Prince Brandon are standing in this area.

It is conceivable that Prince Brandon also believes that Cyril is not good at swordsmanship. We all know that magicians are fragile, and they always need contract knights to protect themselves. When they abandon the magic wand and use the sword,

How could the opponent be his opponent?

And Brandon doesn't even know how powerful Cyril's magic is, arrogantly thinking that he is just a middle-class magician.

Then he, Brandon, a knight at the peak of the sixth level, why should he be afraid?

Brandon's right leg took a step back, and the sword in his right hand was raised up, with disdain and malice in his eyes.

But Cyril turned sideways, raised the sword with one hand and stretched it out, pointing the tip of the sword at Brandon.

Seeing Cyril's posture, everyone around the ballroom laughed, and many knights even showed mocking expressions. They felt that they really couldn't expect a person with a magic scepter to use a sword. It's really embarrassing!

This magician named Cyril didn't even master the basic posture of using a sword. How arrogant is he to accept the challenge of Prince Brandon!

Carl hummed, suspicious.It is true that in the ancient continent, before the duel, the knights were taught to prepare like Brandon.Cyril's casual stop made people feel that he was very unprofessional, but Carl felt that this posture was inexplicably familiar, and it gave people an unfathomable feeling.

Since Cyril accepted the challenge, he must have something to rely on!Carl could only believe so.

Brandon further confirmed that the other party was just a levelless idiot, accepting the challenge was nothing more than showing off in front of women, and he was sure to win.

Prince Brandon raised his sword and slashed at Cyril without sparing any strength. The surging power radiated light from the sword. The ladies onlookers let out exclamations that they couldn't bear to watch, and half of their faces were covered by fans.

However, Cyril just attached a thin layer of magic power to the sword, blocked Brandon's blade with the blade, led Brandon's sword to stab forward, and turned sideways, Brandon looked With the terrible attack immediately fell to nothing.

Cyril's dodge was so easy and ingenious that everyone didn't react. Brandon missed the first hit, and immediately raised his sword angrily and turned around to stab Cyril. Unexpectedly, Cyril held it with one hand again. The sword blocked horizontally, and the blades of both sides collided with dazzling light. Cyril raised his leg and kicked Brandon's abdomen. With a bang, Brandon was kicked on his back and fell to the ground!

Brandon was terrified and ashamed. He didn't know how he fell. He got up quickly, more cautious, but lost the sharp self-confidence at the beginning.

He attacked Cyril again, and this time the two fought back and forth more intensely. Every time Xiril's thrilling dodges and tricky attacks made the onlookers exclaim one after another.

Karl even had some doubts about life. He had learned swordsmanship in this world for so many years, and none of them had the same skills as Cyril. Cyril's swordsmanship gave him a sense of contradiction and subtlety, while Brandon's was rough, The rampant swordsmanship that relies purely on strength is not worth mentioning under Cyril's swordsmanship.

Karl even suspected that if Cyril hadn't had some scruples, Prince Brandon might have suffered a worse defeat, although he was miserable now and his eyes were red with anger.

How to put it, Cyril's swordsmanship made Karl feel strange and very familiar, as if, like the tricks in the fairy tale drama he had seen...

How can this be!Karl threw out the absurd thoughts in his mind, this is a magical world.

Every time Cyril's sword hits Brandon, Brandon's attack has always failed. The fight between the two sides is more like Cyril's unilaterally beating Brandon. The contrast is too strong.

In the end, Cyril directly picked up Brandon's sword, and the crackling light burst all the way, and then the sword fell to the ground. Cyril put the sword across Brandon's neck, and the sharp magic power was only one centimeter and it would break Open Brandon's throat.

crushing defeat——

"Your Highness, I'm sorry!" Cyril said.

Brandon had already closed his eyes in fear, and he didn't open them until he felt no more pain. He felt a kind of shame, didn't pick up the sword, and left angrily.

The servant looked at the queen worriedly, Prince Brandon's behavior was really disgraceful, and then the queen just said indifferently: "Let him go!"

Anyway, it's not her son, no matter how he is loved by the king, what kind of climate can a son raised by a mistress be?

Carl walked towards Cyril in surprise, "Syril, you are so incredible! How did you fight Prince Brandon? Are you also a master of both magic and martial arts like me?"

Cyril held the sword and handed it to him, "Thank you." Then he quickly withdrew, because he won the game, too many hot eyes were cast on him, and there were many women who were about to move, which really made him tired.

Carl and Liz also followed Cyril, and the three of them walked to a remote place, forming a self-contained body, and no one else dared to come up to disturb them.

After Cyril's beautiful victory, Kathy's desire for him grows stronger, and seeing Liz and Cyril standing next to each other, her jealousy almost becomes real.

She didn't dare to go there by herself, what if Cyril had something to do with her because of Brandon's stupid behavior beyond his control.

So Kathy moved next to Princess Anne and encouraged Anne to take her to join the circle of the three of Cyril.

Annie felt that this was not good, and said hesitantly: "This is very impolite, let's not disturb others without authorization."

Kathy stomped her feet anxiously: "Oh, cousin~ You and that Carl Knight have both danced, is this still 'someone else'? Let's go, aren't we all friends?"

Annie smiled and said, "You must be careful."

The queen said suddenly: "Annie, go and invite those three warriors here, and I will reward them for saving my lovely niece."

After waiting for the queen's order, Kathy walked over to the three of Cyril happily with Princess Anne's arm.

"Syril, you haven't said how you won Prince Brandon? You are obviously not a martial artist, and your swordsmanship is too superb. I have never seen it before." Carl kept asking curiously .

Cyril didn't answer, and Liz spoke first. She half guessed and half said with certainty: "Your swordsmanship was also taught by Lord Lance, right?"

Cyril admitted, "It is indeed taught by the teacher."

Liz sighed: "It's hard to imagine how much Master Lance has taught you. You are like a bottomless pit."

It's about Cyril's teacher again, the one who is honored as Lord Lance.When it comes to him, neither Cyril nor Liz always avoid talking about him, Cyril looks like he doesn’t want to share, and Liz looks like you don’t deserve to know that adult, so Carl is wise Did not continue to ask.

It's just that this made him more and more interested in that Lord Lance, and he had more and more guesses.

Cyril explained to Carl: "There are very few people who practice both magic and martial arts. You may be the only one in the past hundred years. There is no doubt about it. However, warriors learn moves and then combine the power they have learned in their bodies to fight. Condensing the magic power in the sword technique, in essence, there is no difference in the effect of the two."

Karl couldn't imagine it, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's still like this."

That is to say, wouldn't a mage like Cyril, who has practiced magic and also learned warrior moves, completely avoid the weaknesses of the profession itself?

Carl suddenly felt a sense of awe at Cyril's strength.

In fact, Cyril never got the mundane concept of separating magicians from melee combat from his master.

How could such a powerful person have such a big flaw.

"Mr. Cyril, Miss Liz, and Knight Carl, the queen invites you to come over." Princess Anne gently raised her skirt and saluted, and asked.

Kathy, on the other hand, kept her gaze on Cyril half-hidden.

The three of Cyril came to the queen, and Princess Anne was standing beside the queen. The queen ordered the servants to hold three boxes and distribute the boxes to the three of them one by one.

"You have protected my Anne, and this is your brave and just reward."

All three said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

All the people present looked at them with envy or jealousy. That was a reward from the Queen herself!

But what caught many people off guard was that after this, the queen actually ordered someone to fetch a sword, and gracefully stood up and presented the sword to Cyril: "Because of your extraordinary sword skills."

Cyril took it: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation."

This sword is the work of a famous alchemist in the Kingdom of Polya. Prince Brandon coveted it but repeatedly asked the king to no avail. However, the queen gave it to a magician who defeated Prince Brandon. The queen gave Brandon a sword. The prince's attitude is really bad.

Someone secretly took a deep breath. The Queen's appreciation is not so easy to bear. This magician named Cyril will definitely be hated by Prince Brandon.

Good luck to him.