Reincarnated as the fourth son of a noble and tamed an SS-rank dragon-Chapter 62: Self-Confidence

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Chapter 62: Self-Confidence

At the end of the last stage, the archers’ tournament, the screen reappeared with the score, and on another screen, each of the hits appeared to prove that the score was correct.

The screen was created using water magic with air, the projection was similar to that of an electronic projector, but it was created with magic. There were two ways of doing this, the first was to use magic plates, which would be very expensive because the material was rare. The other way was to use water magic for the projection.

In the arena there were some magical items that accumulated mana, they worked like cameras, so it was possible to record the hits.

Even with the four best archers decided, the prize-giving would take place at the end of the third day.

In the arena were two muscular men, just by their appearance it would be difficult to decide who the winner would be, even though this had been a problem in the mages’ competition, so people had stopped trying to guess who the winner would be.

The red-haired man moved quickly, even though he was wearing armor that looked heavy, he was an elf from the Empire of Drakonia. His opponent wore no armor, it was like an offense to the elf.

The second man had white hair and seemed unconcerned, but it seemed that this was just strategy, not appearing nervous can be decisive for victory, since the opponent doesn’t know how his emotions are.

All the attacks were defended by the man in white, he was even calmer as the attacks were being made, so it was getting harder and harder to tell whether it was his strategy or he was strong enough for the red-haired man’s efforts to be in vain.

Cassandra was dividing her attention between a slice of cake and the match. Orphelia and Amanda were paying more attention to Cassandra than to the match, which made total sense since they didn’t understand competitions like this.

Orphelia was born into a noble family and was never even curious about how to hold a sword, she just liked magic because she found some spells amusing. Amanda was born into a noble family, but because she was poor she had to do some manual labor, but none of it involved learning how to use a sword, so she just watched without understanding the fundamentals. But she didn’t even like watching, she just went because of her family.

Unlike the laypeople in the arena, even though some of them didn’t know anything, it was fun to watch the competition, especially as there were few other forms of entertainment in this world.

Darius liked competitions, so he kept a close eye on the moves, he understood all the basics, and seeing them in practice was fun, to say the least.

On top of all this, the arena was packed; all the tickets were on sale. Another fact that made Darius happy was that all the people were consuming food, so he was cutting his losses, losses that were very high.

He had only made enough money to break even, so he had to work hard to get back all the money he had spent.

The match was taking longer than planned, both were dealing well with each other, but the white-haired man used strengthening magic, which was allowed, and then he stopped defending himself, the red-haired man landed a blow on the white-haired man’s shoulder, which also landed a blow. But the white-haired man wasn’t hurt, he wasn’t wearing armor because of strengthening magic, which made his body extremely resistant, which was unusual, since this magic only reduced damage.

Some people thought he was cheating, but Kaly informed them that he hadn’t registered any magic that was forbidden, as the arena had some magic crystals that registered any use of magic. Only healing magic and resistance magic were used.

The armor that the red-haired man was wearing was completely cut off, along with his arm.

With that blow, the white-haired man was declared the winner.

"I want him in the army," Cassandra said with her mouth full of cake.

"The blow was strong, you could see some effort on his face, but he wasn’t able to penetrate the resistance magic, that’s something someone with a lot of mana could do, which is very unusual among knights."

Knights used magic, but in a different way from mages, they used mana to create protections that were used in combat, some used mana in healing spells, but few knights took the trouble to learn, they usually relied on mages from their own team. But resistance magic was mandatory, as it would completely define a fight, even with armor, protection is still incomplete, so it is always interesting to increase the types of protection in a fight, especially in a fight where the opponent may have more defenses.

Mana is an energy that all people possess, some more and some less. There are knights who can’t use mana with spells, but use it unconsciously to increase their body’s protection, in which case the protection is almost nil, but it’s better than having no protection at all.

The healing mages entered the arena and began healing the red-haired man, who couldn’t believe he had been defeated so easily.

He could no longer fight because his sword arm had been cut off, there was that rule. If it was the other arm and the person could still fight, the competition would continue as long as the affected party wanted it to, if not, the fight would end with the opponent winning. But cutting off the main arm would end the competition immediately.

Everyone agreed with these rules, which were designed to prevent deaths, even though deaths in tournaments are not considered crimes, it was preferable to avoid them.

This tournament had more rules and was better organized than the tournament that the King himself organized every year. People were commenting on it, even the narration was better, as it explained what was happening with each blow in a didactic way, and even lay people could understand the attacks.

At the annual tournament, the narrator was a woman who didn’t seem to understand anything about what she was watching.

Darius knew this, and that’s why he wanted Kaly to narrate, even though she had a pleasant voice, her knowledge was very high, so the fights could be understood by everyone. Which makes it more fun and might make people want to watch more often.

At least that was part of the plan, he could make a profit by renting out the arena and holding other tournaments, with smaller prize pools, as well as charging for tickets, so he could make some profit from the event and not go bankrupt.

The tournament continued, this time it was two mages, one of the women was wearing provocative clothing, she wore little and the second wore loose clothing, she wore a red robe with a hood. These mage robes were like armor, but they were made from the skin of monsters, and depending on the type of magic, the clothing would be able to repel or reduce damage.

The scantily-clad woman stood still while the other was preparing to attack, but she ended up falling.

There was a reason why she was showing too much of her body, she was using dark poison magic, and it made her skin expel poison into the air, which is why her opponent fell.

Kaly asked her to stop casting the magic so that the healing mages could enter the arena. But she only used magic that released a sleeping pill, so she would wake up after a few minutes without any damage.

"She would be interesting, but at the same time she would be dangerous for her own team, as she could cause her allies to die or fall asleep," Cayena said.

"If she wins that way we’ll have to accept it, but I hope she loses at some point," Darius worried, he knew that some skills didn’t work in groups, but they did work in duels so it would be difficult for people with skills like that to lose.

"She may have other attack spells, if she does, it would be enough to forbid her from using spells that are dangerous to the group," Sene said, but she also had concerns about the mage’s abilities.

Lucian also considered the skill inappropriate for group combat, but he kept quiet, he just wanted the more experienced people to have their say.

But everyone agreed, so he decided to say something.

"I agree, she may have another skill, but if she doesn’t show it, it would be useless. Perhaps she trusts that she can’t lose since everyone so far has at least made an effort to show other skills in combat, which is why the fights were taking longer. This also happened with the spearmen, they were quick. Maybe that’s what their confidence is, they consider themselves strong and think that showing off the rest of their skills is pointless."