Classless Awakening; My Dragon Is Legendary-Chapter 41: Right Tools

Derrick returned home, and only one thing was on his mind, his duel with Ivan.

Thanks to Sir Thompson, whatever fear he previously experienced had evaporated, what remained was burning hate and anger.

Hate for Ivan for all he had done to him and the childhood trauma he had been dealt.

Anger at not just himself, but at the gods and the entire kingdom.

The way they discarded him when they discovered he hadn’t awakened any magic, the cruel hand the gods had dealt him, everything enraged Derrick, pushing him to an edge he couldn’t fathom.

In his anger, red slowly crept into his vision, his heartbeat jumped, and his breathing grew wilder, more ragged.

[Calm down!]

The system ordered, Derrick’s anger was beginning to become a problem.

[Getting angry right now won’t help you in any way, you need to get proper rest, your duel is in three days.]

The system’s words hit Derrick in the right place, forcing him to calm down.

For now, there was no point in getting angry, it would just make him restless and mess up whatever little peace he had left.

Derrick was still in thought when he heard rhythmic knocks on his door.

He moved to open it and was met by a knight, who stood opposite him, with his chest puffed.

This knight was different from the rest; the golden and purple streaks on their silver armor only meant one thing: the king’s knights.

The king had a personal, elite group of knights who handled all his matters directly.

They were the best of the best when it came to knighthood. They even outdid the personal knights given to members of the Royal family.

"Prince Derrick, the king requests your presence." The knight said, pride filled his voice.

A perk of the king’s knights was being able to take off their helmets whenever they liked, which revealed their smug faces.

"Give me a minute." Derrick desperately needed a change of clothes and a bath.

"I’m sorry, but there’s no..." Derrick slammed the door, not giving the knight the luxury of speaking another word.

Derrick emerged minutes later, where the knights were still waiting for him, but this time they had enraged looks on their faces.

"Let’s go," Derrick ordered, ignoring the king’s guard. He couldn’t care less about what they thought.

It took Derrick a few minutes, but he finally arrived at the entrance of the king’s throne room.

The guards quickly opened the door on sighting Derrick. They didn’t want a repeat of what happened when Derrick was still a child.

The doors were flung open, and inside it was the king, seated alone on his throne. The queen and the other members of his court were nowhere to be found.

"Good morning father, you look well..." Derrick had to admit, the king looked younger and fresher than before.

"Did you by any chance stumble upon the fountain of youth?" Derrick joked, and the king chuckled.

"Just proper exercise and hydration." The king lied.

"Leave us." He waved his hand, dismissing the knights who stood beside Derrick.

The knights vanished into thin air, leaving both father and son in solace.

"Derrick, I hope I don’t need to remind you that your duel is in 3 days." The king started, attacking the elephant in the room.

"No, you don’t," Derrick replied, confidence filling his voice.

"I see you are as confident as always?" The king was surprised, but at the same time, he was fully expecting it.

"I take it we have Sir Thompson to thank for this?" He could recognize the work of his old friend everywhere.

"Yes, I think you should strongly consider adding another title to his name," Derrick chipped in.

Another thing Sir Thompson loved was titles. He had over twenty, all with multiple benefits, including land, money, servants etc.

"So, I take it you believe your training is enough to fend off Ivan?" The king asked another question.

Truthfully, he hoped that Ivan would mysteriously vanish before the tournament and Derrick would be declared an automatic winner, but he knew it wasn’t possible.

"Yes, Royal Knight had taught me more than enough of what I will need to win," Derrick said pridefully.

"Huh, I see." The king snapped his fingers and a ball of rapidly accelerating green energy whizzed past Derrick.

’What just happened?’ Derrick was unable to think. He barely managed to dodge the first attack, and now three more were inches away from him.

Derrick twisted his body masterfully, evading the first and the second ball, but the third one struck him square in the chest, sending him flying to the other side of the throne room.

The force and power of the attack was too great for him to process, let alone maneuver.

Derrick’s body hit the doors of the throne room, several bones shattered on impact.

His body fell face first on the floor, but he quickly picked himself back up and drew his sword.

The last thing he ever expected was for his father to attack him, but now that it had happened, he could only prepare for the next round.

"Sheathe your sword, Derrick," the king said, boredom and sass filling his voice.

The king could see through what Royal Knight and Sir Thompson couldn’t.

If Derrick walked into that duel with Ivan, with his current inventory, he would die in a few minutes.

"One thing you need to accept, Derrick, is that it would be almost impossible for you to make up for the benefit magic would give others." The king’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

As much as it hurt as it hurt him to this, he knew it had to be done.

He loved Derrick more than anything, and would always support him in any situation, but he wasn’t stupid enough to send his son to his death.

"I have seen you, Derrick, you are exceptional, but without the right tools, you won’t defeat Ivan." The king said blatantly.

Derrick just stared at him, he couldn’t believe these words were coming from his own father.

His strength, speed and skills had all been rendered useless in the presence of a few spells.

Despite this, Derrick’s spirit and confidence remained. He had come too far to let this shake him.

"What are the right tools?" Derrick asked. Perhaps the king could teach him a thing or two to aid him in his fight.

"I believe you have heard of magical weapons?" The king said while pulling out a golden blade from thin air.