The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"Your Highness, is this Venere worthy of your attention?" Schuster couldn't help but ask.

Because he had always been by her side assisting her, Schuster knew Adele's character better than anyone.

Her Highness the Princess is good at recognizing and employing talent, and is eager to find capable people. She seems to accept all comers, but very few can truly catch her eye.

"Are you doubting my judgment?" Adele stopped writing with her quill and looked at her loyal servant who had followed her for many years.

"I wouldn't dare. I just feel that giving a freshman with no background three chances is a bit too much," Schuster said, bowing slightly.

As the soon-to-be Empress, Edel would only tolerate one mistake from most of her imperial subjects at most.

"It seems you and I have similar thoughts." Adele smiled slightly and buried herself back in dealing with official documents.

"This third chance is being given out of consideration for Jessica."

"Hasn't Your Highness always been at odds with Jessica?"

Schuster clearly knew the inside story.

“Yes, that’s why I trust her judgment,” Edel replied. “Anyway, those things will just rust in the vault, so I might as well give them to him to try.”

"How is he making progress now?"

“We’ve already used the second batch of materials,” Schuster replied.

His trip to Viña's workshop wasn't just about delivering materials; the boxes used to hold the materials had been tampered with.

Schuster will sense whether something is being stored or retrieved from the box.

“It seems the first attempt has failed.” Edel understood what Schuster meant.

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So what is Wiener doing at this moment?

He is currently in the comeback battle of "Mikazuki".

It's not good to stay cooped up in the workshop all the time, working in isolation. It's time to go out and gather materials and get some exercise.

For example, wearing thief's armor to admire someone's furious face.

Wiener sat in the lounge, waiting for his match schedule to be released.

"Mikazuki, right? It's your turn next," a staff member announced.

"okay."

Wiener stood up, stretched his limbs, and prepared to go on stage.

"Your opponent is Sigurd," the staff member added.

This made Viña, who had just pushed open the door, stop in her tracks.

"You mean Sigurd, the first-grader who just received an award at the ceremony?"

Wiener backed up to the staff member and asked.

"It's definitely him," the staff member confirmed after glancing at the match schedule in his hand.

"Then I have to sit up and fight him."

Originally intending to appear only in the Thief's Armor, Vena immediately opened her weapon case.

First, rule out bows.

Although Vena was confident he could blow the dog's head off with one arrow, this was a ring match, not a life-or-death struggle, so this method was unnecessary.

Guns and axes were also ruled out by Wiener.

Using a gun is like showing off one's axe skills before a board, and using an axe is like forcing a duck onto a shelf.

Having witnessed Sigurd's performance in the First Company, Wiener was not confident that he could defeat his opponent with these two weapons that he was not proficient in.

After much deliberation, Viner ultimately chose the katana, Yintetsu.

"It's just you."

He'll settle scores and get revenge. Even if he has to forfeit all the remaining matches, Viña will get his revenge.

Chapter 225 Please Wear Your Safety Helmet

By wasting just a moment, Wiener lost the opportunity to strike first.

"I thought it was someone important, but it turns out to be a defeated opponent," Sigurd said without any politeness.

The last time I was matched against "Mikazuki" was in the Bronze Ranked Match.

He had thought they would be evenly matched opponents, but they turned out to be easily defeated, making him realize that second-year students were nothing special.

Sigurd had heard a little about Mikazuki's later achievements.

With meager strength, they rely on external means to win, using their turtle shells to bully the weaker and more useless.

These rumors that reached his ears made him despise this self-proclaimed "Crescent Moon" crest wielder from the bottom of his heart.

I never expected to run into them again.

"...Shame is the mother of courage, right? I put in a lot of hard work after losing to Sigurd last time," Viner replied, resting his hand on the scabbard.

"What is this guy who doesn't even dare to show his face talking about? If I were you, I would have crawled into a hole in the ground by now."

Sigurd would never give face to a defeated opponent.

He then pulled the spear out of the ground.

It was a long, imposing spear with a rigid metal shaft and a spiral-shaped nozzle.

However, in Wiener's eyes, this was already evidence that Sigurd was becoming fearful.

"It seems that Sigurd isn't as confident as he claims to be?" Wiener chuckled.

"Hmph!" Sigurd snorted coldly.

If he hadn't experienced the Knights firsthand, he certainly wouldn't have changed his judgment.

However, after experiencing firsthand the defensive capabilities of the Knights' exclusive armor, Sigurd began to waver.

Therefore, they spent a lot of money to purchase an armor-piercing gun from the Valentin Chamber of Commerce, just in case.

This "three-moon" happened to be right in his line of fire.

"Are both athletes ready?" the referee asked them.

"Okay." "Mm."

"Then, let's begin!"

With the referee's whistle, the two figures vanished from their spots in an instant.

One is Sigurd, who is strategically contemptuous but tactically cautious, not only preparing targeted weapons but also activating his emblems.

The other was Vena, who wanted to get revenge and immediately launched a powerful attack.

In the clash of swords and spears, it was Sigurd who was forced to retreat.

“Were you hiding your true abilities last time?” Sigurd felt deceived.

Since being defeated by Felix, he has not dared to relax for a moment and has put himself under a devilish training intensity every day.

In addition, after experiencing numerous battles alongside the Holy Knights over the past two weeks, his strength has solidified his position as a fourth-tier Emblem Envoy.

The opponent was just a second-year student who lacked ambition and dared not show his true self.

"Then guess?"

With limited time, Venus wouldn't waste his precious time on explanations.

The first attack only gained a slight advantage thanks to a quick draw, but there were no more tricks to be used after that.

With the support of Gondolaf and One-Sword Shura, Viner was clearly faster than Sigurd, but breaking through Sigurd's gun barrage was still no easy task.

As Viner unleashed a swift strike, Sigurd merely flicked his wrist, deflecting the sharp blade with a mere flick.

Seizing the moment when Sigurd's gun momentarily faltered, Wiener charged in again, while Sigurd twisted the barrel and pulled the gun back along the same path.

The barrel of Sigurd's gun was a stiff one, unable to achieve the exaggerated curve of a flexible barrel.

However, it also fully utilizes the advantages of a strong, powerful pole.

Wiener swung his sword to block, and the two weapons clashed. The power contained in the spear caused the dark iron in Wiener's hand to tremble violently, almost causing it to slip from his grasp.

He managed to withstand the blow only by pressing down the scabbard in his other hand as well.

With a push of his hands and a step on the ground, Viner used the weight of the Thief's Armor to slam the spearhead into the ground.

The armor-piercing spear only has a penetrating effect at the tip; if it cannot pierce a person, it is meaningless.

Sigurd clearly wouldn't stand idly by and watch this happen.

He suddenly pulled his spear back, his body retreating backward, the spear tip leaving a long trail of sparks on the ground.

Wiener seized the opportunity when Sigurd put away his gun and quickly closed in, only to find that this was just a deliberate opening created by Sigurd.

Sigurd turned around and reached in.

"clang!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing was heard.

Sigurd's gun moved so fast that Wiener had no time to react. By the time he saw the movement clearly, the tip of the gun had already struck like a giant python, plunging heavily into Wiener's chest.

If Vena were unarmored, this strike could decide life or death. Even in heavy armor, this counterattack would be enough to determine the victor.

However, what happened next was something neither of them had anticipated.

The armor-piercing spear that Wiener had been carefully guarding against shattered upon impact with the thief's armor.

The flying shards even tore the hem of Sigurd's clothes.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, then quickly came to their senses.

Sigurd used the broken gun barrel as an iron bar to smash it against Viner.

Wiener feigned an opening, deliberately letting the opponent hit him, then reached out and entangled Sigurd's weapon in place.

In this way, Sigurd's actions were completely restricted.

If Sigurd does not want to give up his last weapon, then he has no choice but to wrestle with Wiener.

"Get me up!"

A deep blue light ignited in Sigurd's pupils.

With the gun barrel destroyed, Sigurd realized that his only chance of winning had become knocking Vener out of the arena.

Even with the combined power of Gondorov and the Thief's Armor, it was still difficult for him to defeat Sigurd, who possessed the crest, in terms of strength.

Without letting go, Wiener's body was lifted vertically into the air like a seesaw, resembling a human flag hanging on a long pole.

Even so, Wiener kept his back straight and slid down the long pole with the help of gravity.

"Don't try to succeed!"

Sigurd threw the gun with all his might, but Wiener released it first, crossed his arms, and made a slashing motion, leaving the choice to Sigurd.

Will the sword in the right hand strike first, or will the scabbard in the right hand strike first?

Time was of the essence for Sigurd; he stretched out his palms and proactively faced the more threatening Yin Iron.

However, he guessed wrong.

Sigurd braced his hands against the dark iron, but felt no force from the blade. By the time he turned his attention to the scabbard, Vener was already right in front of him.

Fake, all fake.

It's true that Wiener wanted to win, but it's not worth it to go to such lengths to kill his classmate over a ranking tournament.

So both sides were just feints he used to distract himself.

The real, fatal blow comes from the headbutt that falls from the sky.

"Snapped!"

When sheet metal clashes against flesh, that's toughness.