Obtaining Legendray Dragon Template At The Start As A Side-Character!-Chapter 43: The Trial III

Contrary to what was expected, when Lucien won, no sound of cheering was heard. Instead, all the spectators fell into silence and did not know how they should react.

Lucien himself looked around and could see the disbelieving and slightly shocked looks on the faces of the spectators. It was as if they did not expect him to win in such a way.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Only victory matters!" Lucien snorted, then returned to his base together with the rest of his team members.

In the next moment, a knight loudly confirmed his group’s victory, and the spectators let out sighs.

"That was a cowardly victory, but a victory is still a victory."

"Right, but such a cowardly victory is not worthy of our Clan!"

"The Patriarch didn’t say anything, so why are you talking nonsense?"

People’s gazes turned toward the Patriarch. His face was still indifferent, like a god who does not care about mortal matters.

When the spectators saw that he said nothing, they became quiet. Even though most of them did not accept such a cowardly victory, they had no choice but to admit that a victory was still a victory.

"I thought Lucien would win, but not like this," Lioren also muttered to himself. Their group members also disliked this method of winning.

"Hmph, a cowardly victory! Can this even be called a victory?" Selen said with mockery and contempt.

"I also prefer to fight like a man!" Aren nodded and agreed with them.

Kael and Neira said nothing. The first one was not a talkative person at all, and the second one, unlike them, did not see this kind of victory as cowardly.

Isn’t a victory with the least losses a good victory?

"They won and passed the first phase. If we lose, it means we are below them, even if we lose bravely," Reinh suddenly said in an indifferent voice.

"But that was a cowardly victory. They didn’t really fight. They only overwhelmed the enemy and used the chance!" Selen replied.

"On the battlefield, only the result matters. If you die or lose, even if your loss is brave, history will only remember the winner."

Everyone became silent. It was true. History would only remember the winners, and most likely these winners would be the ones who write history.

"I would rather die than have such a cowardly victory," but Selen was too stubborn to throw away her courage and dignity for the sake of victory.

Reinh stayed silent and did not continue. He also once thought like that. In fact, that was his way of thinking during his entire past life, and only after he was betrayed did he realize how wrong that way of thinking was.

For him, it took one lifetime. For this girl, how long would it take for her to understand that her thoughts were wrong?

Of course, he had no right to tell others whether their thoughts were wrong or not, and he also had no interest in saying anything. But based on his experience, he could say that people like Lucien would be much more successful in life than people like Selen.

Attention turned back to the competition stage. The next two groups that had to compete were chosen, Group Nine and Group Two.

The leader of Group Two was a boy named Roderick, a boy with a large body who looked twice as big as Reinh in terms of physique, although he was a little shorter.

His hair was black and his eyes were blue, and he held a large wooden axe in his hand. The use of real weapons that could cause serious injury or even death was forbidden.

Unlike Silas and Lucien, this boy seemed less known. Even Reinh did not remember his identity.

"Who is that big guy?"

"Is that kid really twelve years old? He looks more like he is thirty!"

"Hmmm, he kind of reminds me of one of the lords of the western border lands."

"Now that you mention it, he really looks like that man. Could he be his son?"

"That’s right! It must be him! Roderick Vorhelm! The son of the one known as the Giant of Vorhelm!"

The talk among the spectators about the identity of Group Two’s leader became more and more, and from their words it was clear that they knew this boy’s father very well.

From his father’s reputation, it was clear that he was not an ordinary man, and it seemed that expectations for this boy also became higher. However, even with all this, it seemed that no one thought he might win.

There was a simple reason. Group Nine. The leader of Group Nine was Diana, the youngest daughter of the Patriarch and the most beloved genius of the young generation of this Clan. Of course, the most beloved, not the strongest.

"Tch tch, that boy’s group would definitely have had a high chance of winning if their opponent was not that girl," Selen said with mockery.

"I agree. Even though I have never seen that girl fight until now, from her facial expressions, aura, and the feeling around her, I can say she is very dangerous," Lioren also nodded.

"Heh heh heh, I found a rival, hahaha," Aren did not care about their discussion at all. His gaze was locked only on Roderick, as if he had found his other half.

Neria and Selen moved a little away from him after seeing his strange behavior.

"Lord Reinh, which side do you think will win?" Aron, who had been silent until now because he was afraid of these five, asked with curiosity.

The gazes of all five commanders fell on Reinh. For them, his words had great weight, and they wanted to know his opinion.

"It will be a one-sided match," Reinh replied indifferently.

Others might not be able to see it, but he was sure that that girl had the power of a one-ring knight. In a way, she was stronger than almost everyone present, except him and the leader of Group Seven.