Ancient Imperial Calendar Year 1810
The day after the battle between Ricardo and Xanros, all students of the Blood Academy gathered in the coliseum to watch the battle between the senior class leader Seth and the fourth class leader Arlous.
Unlike the battle between Ricardo and Xanros, there would be no switching sides in this battle.
Neither Seth nor Arlous had done anything to earn their peers' enmity.
There were a thousand soldiers on each side. The battle would last ten rounds. The survivors would be rewarded, the losers would die.
Both sides had one goal: to kill the leader of the other side.
Seth and Arlous had placed their most trusted men at the head of each regiment.
Another purpose of these battles was to test the commander and strategy skills of the Heir candidates.
Kisrael, the Headmaster of the Blood Academy, gave a short speech and called the leaders of both sides to his side.
As many expected, Seth and Arlous pointed their swords at each other and the battle began.
Kisrael told the troops to get ready.
The commander of the first regiment from Seth's battalion, Xavier Xanrox, and the commander of the first regiment from Arlous' battalion, Luke Jeyvins, moved towards the center to fight the first battle.
Both sides took their positions. Kisrael raised his sword.
"Do you have any last words?" he asked.
Both sides remained silent. Kisrael lowered his sword and the battle began. The mages wasted no time in casting spells.
The warriors used their auras to the fullest, some for protection, some for attack.
The first attack came from Luke. He attacked the enemy lines with incredible speed. He cut and tore into pieces whoever came in front of him with his sword.
Xavier cast a leaping spell and jumped high, set his sights on the wizards, cast a dash spell.
This spell allowed him to move somewhere while in the air.
Xavier quickly attacked the wizards with a dash spell, cast a speed spell and slaughtered all the wizards in seconds.
Luke broke through the lines and moved towards the center when he heard one of his men's voices.
"Commander, our wizards have been slaughtered."
Luke, who was momentarily distracted by these words, turned around and saw his wizards lying lifeless and their limbs cut off on the ground.
He went mad with anger. He did not take his eyes off Xavier.
At that moment, a young man attacked from behind and split Luke's back from one end to the other.
Luke fell to the ground in pain and a few of his men killed the soldier who had injured him and saved their commander.
Xavier's wizards completed their spells and attacked. Almost all of Luke's Regiment died.
"Damn it," Luke said with a voice and expression mixed with anger and sadness.
Luke and his few surviving men were surrounded. Their deaths were now very close.
"No, no, I beg you, I don't want to die," pleaded the soldier who saved Luke's life.
"Die, dog." Luke took his anger out on the soldier who was begging for his life and cut his neck without hesitation.
Xavier smiled and approached his defeated enemy.
"Haha, I used to see you as my rival for a while. Look at your disgraced state, Luke."
Luke was angry but he didn't want to show his last moments in a disgraceful way. He stood up and pointed his sword at Xavier.
"If I'm going to die, I'm going to die in accordance with the Warrior's Tradition."
Xavier wanted to humiliate Luke even more.
"It's not too late to kneel down and beg, Luke. Oh, you know, if you lick everyone's shoes here, maybe I can ask our Young Lord to make you his man, haha."
Luke spat on the ground, raised his middle finger and pointed it at Xavier.
"The only thing that's going to get your feet wet is this dickhead."
Xavier suddenly appeared in front of Luke. Luke was surprised and scared.
He quickly swung his sword to cut Xavier, but this time Xavier appeared behind Luke.
Xavier focused his aura on his hand and with one move he split Luke's chest.
Luke was in shock at the moment. He didn't feel any pain and couldn't understand what was happening.
After a short while, Luke felt intense pain. He fell to his knees and his breathing became uncontrollable.
Luke's blood was flowing down his chest, staining his clothes and body red.
He died in a short time due to excessive blood loss and the victory was Xavier's.
Seth was happy with the victory but disgusted by Xavier's disgusting behavior.
Xavier went to his Young Lord Seth, dreaming of the praise he would hear from him, fell to his knees and bowed his head.
"My Young Lord, I have won a victory in your name."
When Seth looked at Xavier, he saw the excitement on his face. He wanted to criticize him, but Xavier was an incorrigible bastard.
"It was a great victory, Xavier. I knew you wouldn't let me down."
Xavier's heart beat like crazy. Seth grabbed Xavier's shoulders and lifted him up. He approached his ear and said in a low voice.
"If you do anything disgusting again, I will do the same to you. I am sick and tired of your disgrace, Xavier."
Xavier's smiling face turned into a surprised expression. Seth took a step back.
"Take your place, Xavier. The next battle is about to begin."
Xavier followed the order without answering.
The other eight battles took place in order. Five were won by Seth's Battalion and the other three by Arlous' Battalion. The score was six to nine.
The leading figures of the House of Kislavein were also watching this battle. They were in awe of Seth's command skills.
"Seth is truly capable of becoming the next Leader," said Rodwel Karluk.
"Arlous is a complete disappointment. I personally expected more from him," said Verolyk Herlveyn.
These people who had a say in the Kislavein council were there to watch and evaluate the battle between Seth and Arlous.
Henryk Kislavein was scratching his short beard and watching the coliseum carefully. Edward Rodwel, seeing his state, asked curiously.
"Who are you looking at so carefully?"
Henryk, whose attention was distracted, turned his eyes to Edward.
"I am looking at Young Lord Ricardo."
"Young Lord Ricardo? Why are you looking at him?"
"Can't you see what he did yesterday, Edward? He slaughtered 150 men with a single sword swing and without batting an eye."
Dornas, who was sitting quietly in a corner, approached Edward and Henryk to join in the conversation.
"I mean it was really great, but can't Young Lord Seth do that too?"
Edward found Dornas' question ridiculous.
"I don't think he could. Considering the level between them, Seth could probably kill about 75 or 80."
Dornas was surprised that Seth, who was older than Ricardo, could be weaker than him. Both of them had the blood of IV Orsman.
"What did you say? Okay, it's impressive that he shows such strength despite his young age, but how can Young Lord Seth, a tremendous swordsman, be weaker than his brother?"
Edward thought Dornas was talking nonsense.
Dornas really didn't know Ricardo's strength, he thought.
"Dornas, Ricardo is much stronger than he appears. With both his sorcery and swordsmanship, along with aura and mana, even masters older than him cannot compare to him."
Dornas was shocked by the answer he heard. "WHAT?" he shouted. Rodwel, startled by his voice, shouted angrily.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Suddenly silence fell on the hall. Rodwel, who was watching the Colosseum, asked Edward without turning his face.
"Oh, when did the topic change from Young Lord Seth and Young Lord Arlous to Young Lord Ricardo?
Tell me, Edward, is that boy really so powerful? What did he do that affected you so much?"
His past flashing before his eyes, Edward began to tell his memories.
"Years ago, merchant barons hired about 30 assassins to kill Young Lord Ricardo.
As a result of this incident, Richard Kislavein, Young Lord Ricardo's first bodyguard and master, died.
Some time after this incident, at Richard's funeral, Young Lord Ricardo swore that he would avenge his master.
That day, I was sure that Young Lord Ricardo would become a powerful Warrior. I promised to wait for that day with impatience.
I watched him from afar for years and he did not disappoint me."
Dornas and the others did not know what to say. Before they had a chance to say it, the Young Lords' war began.
Young Lord Seth and Young Lord Arlous and their soldiers were fighting with all their might.
Seth and Arlous were so focused on each other that they had lost sight of their surroundings. Arlous' men were falling one by one.
Seth used this opportunity to distract Arlous.
"Your men are dying, Arlous, but you don't seem to care much."
Arlous controlled his anger but was out of breath and tired.
"When I kill you, it will all be over. They know it too. Their sacrifices will not be in vain. You will die here today, Seth."
Seth felt that he was starting to struggle. His sword was being pushed towards him. The two swords were interlocked. There was a power struggle.
Both Seth and Arlous were transferring all the Aura and Mana they had to their swords, trying to win this power struggle.
Seth had the power to win the power struggle, but with each passing second, a few of his soldiers continued to die.
Seth decided to end this struggle quickly so as not to lose any more soldiers.
He shaped his Aura and formed it into a fist. His aim was to break Arlous' concentration.
Arlous, who had eyes only for himself, fell into this simple trap very easily.
Arlous was thrown backwards as if he had been hit in the stomach with a sledgehammer and landed hard on his back.
Seth jumped into the air and aimed his sword with both hands above his head.
When he landed on Arlous, he stabbed his sword into Arlous' heart. Arlous died a few seconds later and the battle ended with Seth's victory.
There were only two people left from the War of the Heirs that started with ten Heir candidates: 15-year-old Young Lord Ricardo and 18-year-old Young Lord Seth.
The battle between the two would determine who would be the future Lord of the Kislavein Dynasty and the Western Lands.
Not only the Western Lands but all the Lands had their eyes set on the Blood Academy.
They waited with curiosity to see who would be the next Dynasty Lord.