Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

This pressure made the young Ajax realize that this might be an unprecedented challenge.

Before him stood none other than the Executor of the Fools, who symbolized the strongest in the Winter Kingdom.

This almost suffocating pressure gave rise to a kind of ecstasy in the boy's heart.

He looks forward to and enjoys such battles and challenges, which is exactly what he has been pursuing.

"But... just using a bladeless sword?"

"It's alright, it's enough for you."

In response to the boy's question, Pantalone simply held the blunt sword in his hand and smiled gently.

This time, he wasn't just spouting nonsense to fool people.

Although young Ajax was incredibly strong, he hadn't fully grown into the "Prince" Tartaglia he remembered from the future.

Even after he has fully grown up and become the eleventh executive officer of the Fatui, "Prince" Tartaglia, he remains the same.

As the ninth executive officer of the Fools, how could he possibly be so weak as to be unable to even kill a chicken?

Moreover, this wasn't meant to be disrespectful. You see, a certain mute had fought his way from Mondstadt to Inazuma with the Bladeless Sword, and even the future 11th Executive Officer of the Fatui, "Boy" Tartaglia, and the 8th Executive Officer, "Lady," were defeated by the Bladeless Sword.

The only six-star weapon on the Teyvat continent, the Bladeless Sword, is no exaggeration.

Even the dream of Inazuma's general, which was determined to fight head-on, was not shattered, which shows just how powerful the Unsharp Sword is.

He was simply trying to let the future "Prince" D'Artagnan experience what it was like to be cut down by a sword without an edge. He figured that when he met a mute in the future, the boy would be very grateful to him for sharing his experience and insights in advance.

However, the young Ajax automatically categorized this statement as a sign of disrespect towards him.

But it makes sense, after all, the other party is the executor of the Fools, who represents the strongest in winter, even if he himself is proud of his strength, which far exceeds that of ordinary people.

He was also well aware that with his current strength, he was still a long way from becoming the Executor of the Fools, who represented the strongest in the Winter Kingdom; that was something he could not even dream of reaching at the moment.

Being looked down upon is undoubtedly a painful experience for Ajax, a warrior.

This made him vow that he would prove himself and make the other party take his strength seriously.

Just as he was about to make up his mind.

Far from the battlefield, on the outskirts, members of the Fools' conscription corps watched the battle with curiosity.

After all, most of the other members of the Fatui had never seen Lord Pantalone, the ninth seat of the Fatui Executive, personally take action. How could they not be curious and expectant about such a thing?

Even little Yura on the side was the same.

It wasn't just curiosity about the young Ajax's strength, which could be described as having the potential to become an executive officer, but also curiosity about the true strength that his nominal father had never shown.

Meanwhile, within the spectator area, the recruitment team leader was also carefully watching little Yura beside him, glancing every now and then in the direction of Pantalone.

They were terrified that something might happen to Yura.

In his eyes, this nominally adopted daughter was actually the illegitimate daughter of Master Pantalone. If Master Pantalone found out that he hadn't protected her well, he might not be so lucky.

Among the spectators was, of course, the father of the young Ajax.

As a father, he also hoped that his son would be safe and sound.

Even though he knew his beloved son was very strong, his strength was still somewhat insufficient when facing a powerful figure like the Executor of the Fools.

To be honest, although Pantalone said he wouldn't go too far, he was still very worried that his son might be accidentally killed by the executor.

So he waved and shouted as he watched his beloved son preparing to fight on the battlefield.

"My dear son, don't push yourself too hard. If you can't hold on, just admit defeat. If you lose, just apologize properly, and Lord Pantalone will definitely forgive you."

Such shouts naturally attracted everyone's attention, causing most people to look at the boy's father with a subtle gaze. However, the man, who loved his son dearly, did not notice this and continued to cheer him on.

This immediately deflated the boy who had finally mustered up his courage, as he looked at the subtle expression on Pantalone's face, which carried a hint of wanting to laugh.

This caused a slightly embarrassed expression to appear on the face of the boy named Ajax, and he suddenly had the urge to find a hole and crawl into it.

Chapter 67: The Battle That Ended Before It Even Began

Casting aside all irrelevant thoughts, the young man named Ajax gripped his twin swords tightly, gazing at the figure facing him with composure.

That was none other than Lord Pantalone, the ninth seat of the Fools' Executive.

He couldn't possibly have been unaware of this formidable figure who had orchestrated the Zhidong economy, enabling Zhidong to rival the ancient nation, the center of wealth accumulation, in economic influence.

In a sense, the other party was like the Minister of Finance for Winter.

It's hard to imagine that this person, who at first glance gives the impression of being a gentle and refined gentleman, could actually wield a sword.

But the young Ajax never judged people by their appearance. The fact that the other person could be ranked as the ninth seat of the Fatui, the symbol of the strongest in winter, was enough to demonstrate his strength.

He also didn't believe that someone without any real ability could hold the position of the ninth executive officer of the Fools.

Without a doubt, this is someone I need to give my all to.

Therefore, for a soldier, giving it your all is the best way to show respect to your opponent.

The boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

As if meditating, he calmed his mind. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with icy coldness, indifferent yet pure, chilling yet sharp.