< Glaston’s POV>
――――The arena.
Today was the day of the King’s Tournament.
The two participants: King Glaston and Henry.
The victor would become the next monarch.
The scheduled start time was 10 a.m.
――――Fifteen minutes before the match.
The female announcer declared the fighters’ entrance.
Glaston entered the arena.
He walked with a majestic air, radiating authority, until he reached the center of the arena and stopped.
The crowd erupted in cheers at his appearance.
The stands were packed to capacity, and the thunderous ovation shook the entire coliseum.
――――However, now ten minutes had passed since then.
The lively atmosphere had shifted completely to silence.
Tension and unease filled the air.
Henry had not appeared.
The match was scheduled to begin at 10 o’clock.
That time was drawing near, yet there was still no sign of Henry.
If he didn’t show up, the match couldn’t happen.
And in that case, Glaston would win by default.
A sense of anxious uncertainty began to spread throughout the arena.
(Kukuku. As if Henry would actually show up.)
Glaston sneered inwardly.
(The trial started at 9 a.m. And by law, it must last at least two hours. That’s a rule decreed by the spirit.)
Note: This spirit law only applied to those who knew about it.
In most legal systems, ignorance of the law is no excuse, but spirit law was a rare exception, if you didn’t know, you were forgiven.
However, Lord Hydra had surely explained the rule to Henry.
He must have told him that trials were required to last at least two hours―――――
In other words, Henry now knew about the spirit law. And once you knew, breaking it meant punishment by the spirit.
The spirits would never tolerate someone knowingly violating their rules.
(Henry won’t make it in time for the match. No matter what he does.)
From the moment Henry chose to attend the trial, the outcome was set in stone.
The King’s Tournament would end in a forfeit, Glaston’s victory and Henry’s defeat.
(There are too many fools in this country who think strength is all about muscle and brute force. But true strength… is this. That’s why I’m the one fit to be king.)
Mere physical might was not true strength.
At least, not to Glaston.
(Muscle-brained idiots are weak. True power is strength built on intellect.)
With cunning and strategy, it was possible to win without even fighting.
Just like today.
Fuhahahahahahahaha…
(Now then… I suppose it’s time to bring this tournament to a close.)
It wasn’t quite 10 o’clock yet.
…but Henry clearly wasn’t going to show.
So, Glaston saw no reason why he couldn’t declare his victory now.
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