Your notoriety is known to everyone.

Aldrey gave instructions from high in the air, and after the two men on the field stood still, he raised his arm skillfully and swung it down, loudly announcing the start of the match.

"The Third Prince is surprisingly popular. Not only in Augustus College, but also in other colleges, many girls are cheering for him."

Rogers scratched his head and looked at the noise in the audience. Apart from Lufia and Derek who stood up to cheer for him, there was no one else.

Alas, poor Derek, no idea how things are going between him and Eunice.

Just as he was thinking about this person who shared the same suffering as him due to the misunderstanding of the crowd, a golden light slammed onto the magic ribbon that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The strong wind caused by the collision blew on his cheeks and made his hair flutter wildly.

"Are you learning how the Saint handles things?"

Rogers withdrew his thoughts and carefully observed the enemy in front of him.

Richard was holding a long-handled scepter that was shining with golden light. Every time he swung it, there was a dazzling golden light.

The Möbius strip continued to vibrate in the rapid and continuous attack, as if it would collapse at any time due to being unable to withstand the force.

The opponent must think that he can also return attacks like Elena, so he does this, Rogers thought.

Then, lavender lines appeared on his robe that fluttered in the wind, and gradually took the shape of various enchanted runes.

"As expected, you are a genius who can be compared with the Saint. You are so calm." Richard's voice was mixed with the sound of breaking wind caused by swinging his staff, but in stark contrast to the praise, there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

He had originally attributed Rogers's relaxed attitude and occasional whispered comments to psychological tactics designed to shake his mind.

However, the series of basic enchantment runes that appeared on Rogers' body, such as strength, speed, agility, and solidity, made him suddenly feel that this might not be the opponent's tactics, but that he was really underestimating himself.

"The test is over, Rogers, let's enjoy the magic skills that belong only to the royal family!"

The light of the golden scepter held high in Richard's hand dimmed in an instant, and his momentum rose rapidly with his roar, as if he had turned into a lion ready to pounce.

"Your Highness, do you like Caspar?" Rogers fumbled in his sleeve pocket, quietly activated the [Ignorance Special], and asked curiously.

"What did you say?!" Richard frowned. He didn't understand why Rogers asked such a strange question at this moment. Did he want to humiliate him?

But then, his thoughts seemed to break, and he suddenly didn't understand whether he liked Caspar or not.

"Mental magic?! You!"

He looked at the rapidly approaching fist, stomped his feet on the ground and jumped up.

So slow! Even with the agility and speed runes, Rogers could still be this slow!

After feeling that there was no magical fluctuation at all from the punch, Richard's face showed uncontrollable contempt and smile.

puff--

A large amount of gray-white powder suddenly burst out from Rogers' open palm and covered Richard's face directly.

"Damn it! What did you do?!"

Richard felt intense pain and burning in his eyes. His eyes quickly became moist and tears flowed uncontrollably. He couldn't help but ask loudly with anger.

But what awaited him was not a response, but an even more intense pain in both eyes.

Rogers looked at Richard, who closed his eyes and jumped back quickly, and slightly bent his two raised fingers a few times.

Did you stab the prince's eyes? I didn't expect it to be so easy!

As expected! Putting aside those two guys, Elina and Alice, my physique is still top-notch among magicians of the same level!

Richard has royal blood, and his physique is destined to stand at the top of his peers. And I! Being able to use physical skills to hurt the opponent head-on is enough to serve as a reason for pride!

Rogers patted the lime powder remaining on his palm. This bag of lime powder, which was a gift from Idrul last semester that could cause 100% blindness, finally came in handy.

"The duel of spells really brings a smile to your face."

A sense of satisfaction that he had not felt for a long time filled his heart, and a sunny and cheerful smile appeared on his face.

[Information! The gods of the bottomless pit have cast their gazes upon you, and several have expressed admiration for your character.]

[The comedian has generously blessed you. In the next three days, your control over your body will be greatly enhanced.]

[Notice! The world curtain has made corrections to the present world, and the comedians will not be able to cast their gazes again for a short period of time. ]

Are they praising their own wit and courage? Or are they trying to tempt them and drag them down into depravity?

As Rogers took the magic book out of the void and threw it far away, he pondered the meaning of this praise and blessing while running.

The magic power burst out from the spellbook, which was identical to that of Logos, and the same enchanted runes surrounded the book.

The man and the book came towards Richard from two completely different directions, their footsteps raising clouds of dust.

"Two Rogers? One has footsteps, the other doesn't..." Richard endured the severe pain in his eyes, his ears moved slightly, carefully distinguishing the changes around him.

Healing magic is ineffective against blinding eyes. Large-scale spells are likely to play into Rogers's plan, allowing him to collect attacks and return them. Rogers's physique is ridiculously weak, so maybe we can wait and get close, but we need to guard against mental magic...

Several pieces of information were constantly being processed and analyzed in his mind, allowing him to make the best choice at the moment.

"Do you like Caspar?"

A familiar questioning voice came from the left, but the magic power on the right was obviously more powerful, and there was no sound of footsteps...

Richard acted decisively and swung his scepter to attack to the right.

"You guessed wrong!" Rogers suddenly raised his foot and kicked Richard directly in the crotch.

There was no trace of teasing in his tone, but instead it was full of joy and excitement.

Being able to become a melee mage and engage in a frank and exciting close combat with an equally powerful enemy with all his strength was a fantasy he had in his childhood in his previous life. He never expected that it would come true at this moment.

"Your Highness, you really brought me a particularly enjoyable duel!"

Rogers' tone was filled with gratitude, but unfortunately Richard, with a ferocious look on his face and his legs clamped together, did not appreciate it. Instead, he swept the golden scepter towards him with all his might.

boom--

Although protected by the magic ribbon, Rogers was still knocked into the air. He put his hands in front of his mouth and shouted as if to amplify his voice, "Do you like Caspar?!"

[Richard's Special] incited Richard's anger, suspicion, fear and many other negative emotions, while [Ignorance Special] still performed its duties.

Like him? Why should I like him? Does it matter whether I like him or not?!

With mixed feelings, His Royal Highness the Prince tried desperately to shake off the question that was lingering in his mind, but the more he wanted to forget it, the clearer the question became.

Rogers used the blessing of the comedian to land on one hand and easily dissipated the force of falling, just like the most agile acrobat in the circus.

As he turned over and stood still, he snapped his fingers, and the surging magic power of the magic book exploded, forcing Richard, whose mind was in chaos, to hastily cast the most basic magic shield.

boom--

The deafening explosion shattered the shield, and His Royal Highness the Prince was inevitably pushed in front of Rogers. Rogers stared at the other party's rapidly flying back, silently and quickly condensed a stone stick with two pointed ends from the ground, and held it tightly with both hands, aiming it at the man's buttocks.

"what!!!"

"Logos! I'm going to kill you!!!"

A cry of misery and hatred burst out of Richard's throat. The pain in his crotch and buttocks made him lose his mind for a moment. He held the golden scepter with all his strength and suddenly slammed it down:

"Kneel down!!!"

Suddenly, the ground centered on the scepter began to roll like waves, but this did not splash up any sand or dust, instead it all fell to the ground.

[Richard Augustus has activated the Falling Bonus on you. 】

Rogers looked at the prompt box that popped up in front of him, and the stone stick in his hand suddenly disintegrated into sand and dust, all of which slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground.

"A special gift from the Spacetime Attribute. I'm so envious..."

He felt the constantly vibrating Möbius strip. If it weren't for the fact that its symbol contained space, he would have really felt a bit troubled when faced with this kind of special feature that could be directly linked to gravity.

[Establishment Special] stirs up the opponent's emotions, [Ignorance Special] confuses the opponent's memory, and [Enlightenment Special] speeds up the opponent's thinking.

Rogers patted Richard's shoulder lightly and whispered in his ear:

"Do you like Caspar?"

Chapter 4: Rogers, Kill Me! (6k)

Like a raging flood, thoughts surge in like a raging sea, with rolling waves and a huge momentum.

Richard's eyes, which were originally blind, seemed to gradually catch a glimpse of golden light.

It was a scene many years ago when a stern young man was sparring with himself, brandishing a wooden sword.

A perfect thing full of flaws, this was the first title earned by his elder brother, Pertus Augustus, and it was also a nightmare that he could not overcome.

Chasing again and again, failing again and again, rising again and again, and then falling again and again.

But it doesn’t matter, my father always praises my efforts, approves of my plans, and scolds my elder brother for being dull.

So failure is meaningless, as long as you can stand up again and move forward again...

Nothing is set in stone yet. I will definitely have the opportunity to prove myself thoroughly to the citizens, the ministers, my father, myself, and my elder brother!

Richard held the hilt of the wooden sword with both hands, leaned on the sword, tried his best to get up from the ground, and slowly straightened his back again.

It seemed as if my elder brother came to my side and patted my shoulder.

Are we going to start the annoying encouragement again? It's really annoying.

However, unlike what Richard expected, the First Prince leaned over to whisper in his ear and asked gently:

"Do you like Caspar?"

The corners of Richard's mouth drooped instantly, his face slowly turned pale and distorted, and his eyes no longer had the brightness that a young man should have, instead there was an indescribable darkness and depth.

[The Lord of the Feast commends you. He likes your question game very much. ]

A breeze blew by, and the dust that had been trapped on the ground floated slowly in the wind again. Both inside and outside the arena were very quiet.

Rogers took the magic book in his hand, and the Möbius strip around him turned into a colorless stream of magic power and was in a state of stagnation. Only the enchanted runes were still flashing a faint fluorescence.

He was a little confused about Richard's current condition. His scarlet eyes were slightly open, and there was still some residue of lime powder around his eyes.

But he just stood there quietly, without any intention of taking any further action.

"You are truly a strong opponent. You are the first person who has forced me to take out my magic book since the beginning of the competition."

Rogers praised sincerely, but the other party still did not make any further response, just tightly grasped the scepter.

"Give up! Your Highness! You have done enough for me! You don't need to endure any more torture! I beg you, just give up!"

Outside the stadium, Kaspar lay on the side wall of the competition venue and screamed, anxiously begging Richard to give up the game as soon as possible.

Then many students from Augustus College shouted similar words, hoping that Richard would not have to suffer any more.

Rogers glanced at the commotion in Augustus's seat area, frowned slightly, and was about to speak out to encourage Richard to arouse his desire to fight, when Aldre fell from the sky and stood beside the two of them.

"Richard Augustus has lost his desire to fight. Rogers wins this competition!"

Aldrey raised his hand and waved it down, then separated the two men very cleanly, announcing the end of the match.

"Isn't this against the rules of the competition?" Rogers questioned in confusion.

"This is a new rule added by the school. In addition, you cannot use the lime powder specially made by Professor Idrul, you cannot attack the front and back of the crotch intentionally, and the referee has the right to make a decision after one party loses the desire to attack..."

Aldrey first used a stream of magic light to clear Richard's blindness, and then looked at Rogers with a complicated expression, constantly uttering a series of new spell duel rules.

The more Rogers listened, the more helpless he felt. It was obvious that this was targeting him.

"Rogers Brad, this is a venue for duels, not a place to create mental patients." Aldrey looked at Rogers' expression as if he was treated unfairly, and couldn't help but warn him.

"You must have some misunderstandings about me." Rogers felt very wronged.

Caspar was because of the Shadow Demon, Rivers was because he had to use self-harm to fight back, and the third prince didn't seem to have any big problems at the moment.

On the surface, I was just asking questions to make the other party reveal their flaws.

"You are really strong, in every sense of the word. I lost this time." Richard spoke slowly in a dry voice.

He looked in the direction of Augustus Court and heard cheers and shouts as if he had won victory.

"Okay, go back to your seats." Aldrey waved his hand impatiently and expelled the two from the competition venue.

Rogers felt that his melee mage experience had just begun for a short time before it ended so hastily and abruptly. The Third Prince was probably the only person he could meet in a duel who could give him such a pleasant experience.

He walked through the corridor with regret on his face, cleared the dust off his body with magic power, and sat back in the audience seats. Until night fell, he never encountered the need to leave the stage again.

……

Edith looked at the dim sky and felt secretly happy.

He was afraid that he would have the chance to fight Rogers. He was afraid that Rogers would not allow him to admit defeat. He was also afraid that his defeat would make the other party unhappy.