Chapter 1: Prologue “Hah… hah……” Moisture clouded the inside of the visor. Despite the perfect spring weather of early April, the inside of the sun-heated Armet was slick with sweat and misted with my breath. Through my gauntlet, I felt the solid weight of the Jousting Lance (Bourdonasse). “The young lord of the Rodrick Fam...
Chapter 1: Prologue “Hah… hah……” Moisture clouded the inside of the visor. Despite the perfect spring weather of early April, the inside of the sun-heated Armet was slick with sweat and misted with my breath. Through my gauntlet, I felt the solid weight of the Jousting Lance (Bourdonasse). “The young lord of the Rodrick Family! The pitch-black dark horse blessed by Saint Martin! Lovell Rodrick has entered from the Blue Corner!” Snort— Snort— My Oberian Warhorse, borrowed against my entire fortune, snorted indignantly at the Jester’s wordplay. I stroked its mane, which was coarse with sweat and dust. 'Wait. Not yet.' Just then, a thunderous roar erupted from the stands. Waaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaah! “Ooooh! He has finally arrived! The strongest horse! The strongest lance! The strongest knight! The
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