Chapter 43
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Chapter 43
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Chapter 43: Jackson Cutter(1)
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Jackson Cutter arrived at the Earldom of Copperhead’s camp one step behind Damien Haksen.
“Use a place like this?”
Jackson Cutter looked around the tent the servant had guided him to, expressing his displeasure. It was cramped, and the floor was covered with only a few worn-out leather pieces. The only furniture was a bed and a desk.
“Do you not know who I am? I am Jackson Cutter, the Ogre Slayer!”
Jackson Cutter shouted at the servant. The servant trembled and said, “Sir Corner is aware of it.”
“But still, assigning me to such a place? Are you out of your mind?”
“Even if you talk to me...”
The servant said, feeling unjust.
Jackson Cutter sighed deeply. As the servant pointed out, getting angry at the lower ranks wouldn’t change anything.
“Get out right now.”
The servant rushed out of the tent as if fleeing. As soon as the servant left, Jacques Noiré
entered.
“It was noisy even from outside.”
Jacques Noiré said with an indifferent tone.
“Master, that’s the point. They assigned me to this shabby tent despite knowing who I was. How can I endure this? Naturally, I had to protest...”
Jackson Cutter complained in a muffled voice.
Upon hearing this, Jacques Noiré grabbed Jackson Cutter’s neck.
“Ugh!”
“I’ve had you loose for a while now, you seem to think I’m an easy target. Do I look like someone who listens to your complaints?”
“Sorry, sorry!”
Jackson Cutter desperately shouted. Only then did Jacques Noiré release his grip on his neck.
“Try to stay quiet here as much as possible. I won’t forgive you if you cause trouble and get expelled from the tournament.”
“Okay, I understand.”
“Remember, your goal is to win the Jousting tournament.”
Jackson Cutter glanced at Jacques Noiré, asking, “But, Master, why should I win the Jousting tournament? Can you tell me the reason...”
“It is something necessary for my personal desire.”
“If it’s your desire... Are you talking about reaching the Master’s level?”
“Yes.”
The Master.
The ultimate state of being, a true superhuman.
If others heard about it, they would probably think it’s insane. Reaching the level of Master was an almost impossible task.
However, Jacques Noiré’s expression was infinitely serious.
“So, how does my winning the Jousting tournament relate to your ambition?”
Jacques Noiré stared at Jackson Cutter.
He quickly closed his mouth. It was clear that pushing it further would lead to a difficult situation.
“I’ll investigate Earl Copperhead and the participants. You quietly prepare for the tournament.”
“Understood.”
“One more thing, if you encounter Damien Haksen, ignore him.”
“What?”
Jackson Cutter looked at Jacques Noiré with a puzzled expression.
Jackson Cutter’s participation in this Jousting tournament was driven by his intent to expose Damien’s true nature.
It was challenging for him to tolerate that trash like him was far more famous than himself.
But to ignore him?
“There are too many unclear aspects about Damien Haksen. He might be the biggest variable among the participants in this tournament.”
The Damien Haksen that he remembered was a pathetic individual who begged for mercy while being beaten up by his fists. How could he end up taking a hit from such a person?
It was a humiliation beyond measure.
“It seems the rumors weren’t completely false.”
Jackson Cutter gritted his teeth. The intense anger overwhelmed any sense of reason.
“And you don’t intend to end this with such a petty trick?”
Jackson Cutter clenched the handle of his sword.
Damien looked at his younger brother and shrugged his shoulders, saying, “Abel, did you see? He tried to pull out a sword first.”
“Brother...”
Abel let out a deep sigh but didn’t stop Damien.
“If you’re going to do it, show your true colors.”
“Of course.”
Damien pushed Abel aside and spoke, “Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
Even in the midst of rising anger, He couldn’t help but be puzzled. Damien didn’t have any weapon in his hands.
“...What are you doing without drawing a sword?”
“For someone like you, this is more than enough.”
Damien raised his index finger. Jackson couldn’t understand the situation for a while.
“...Are you saying you’ll face me with just one finger?”
“If it’s too much, should I switch to a twig?”
While saying this, He looked around casually. Jackson Cutter’s face turned crimson with rage.
“...I’ll cut off all ten of your fingers and make you eat them!”
Jackson drew his sword.
However, just as Jackson Cutter was about to charge, someone grabbed his wrist.
He turned to look with a dazed expression. Jacques Noiré, his master, stood there.
***
“Ma-Master.”
Jacques Noiré didn’t respond to Jackson Cutter’s words. He solely focused on Damien Haksen.
Damien, in turn, also gazed at Jacques Noiré.
Although he didn’t express it outwardly, Damien was quite impressed.
As a knight’s rank increased, the walls became higher. It was a hundred times more challenging for a low-class to reach the middle class than for a junior knight to become a low-class.
Therefore, as the rank ascended, the skill difference among knights grew exponentially. The top-tier middle-class knights could easily defeat the lower-tier middle-class with a single blow.
“Impressive.”
Jacques Noiré broke the silence.
“That such a pathetic brat could become so strong in such a short time is hard to believe.”
Jacques Noiré looked at Damien with eyes full of interest.
“I will apologize for my disciple’s rude behavior.”
Jacques Noiré took Jackson Cutter with him and left. Sofia Russell hurriedly followed them.
“Abel, do you know who he is?”
“He’s Jacques Noiré, a middle-class knight.”
Damien pondered Jacques Noiré’s name inwardly.
The reason Damien came here was partly because of Abel, but it was also for revenge against Jackson Cutter and Sofia Russell. Therefore, a clash with Jacques Noiré was inevitable.
‘This is the first time I’ve seen a sword like this in a long time.’
[PR note- Here ‘Sword’ is meant by the talent of a person.]
A subtle smile appeared on Damien’s lips.
It seemed like this Jousting tournament wouldn’t be dull at all.
***
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Chapter 43
[Translator – Kie]
[Proofreader – Kawaii]
Chapter 43: Jackson Cutter(1)
***
Jackson Cutter arrived at the Earldom of Copperhead’s camp one step behind Damien Haksen.
“Use a place like this?”
Jackson Cutter looked around the tent the servant had guided him to, expressing his displeasure. It was cramped, and the floor was covered with only a few worn-out leather pieces. The only furniture was a bed and a desk.
“Do you not know who I am? I am Jackson Cutter, the Ogre Slayer!”
Jackson Cutter shouted at the servant. The servant trembled and said, “Sir Corner is aware of it.”
“But still, assigning me to such a place? Are you out of your mind?”
“Even if you talk to me...”
The servant said, feeling unjust.
Jackson Cutter sighed deeply. As the servant pointed out, getting angry at the lower ranks wouldn’t change anything.
“Get out right now.”
The servant rushed out of the tent as if fleeing. As soon as the servant left, Jacques Noiré
entered.
“It was noisy even from outside.”
Jacques Noiré said with an indifferent tone.
“Master, that’s the point. They assigned me to this shabby tent despite knowing who I was. How can I endure this? Naturally, I had to protest...”
Jackson Cutter complained in a muffled voice.
Upon hearing this, Jacques Noiré grabbed Jackson Cutter’s neck.
“Ugh!”
“I’ve had you loose for a while now, you seem to think I’m an easy target. Do I look like someone who listens to your complaints?”
“Sorry, sorry!”
Jackson Cutter desperately shouted. Only then did Jacques Noiré release his grip on his neck.
“Try to stay quiet here as much as possible. I won’t forgive you if you cause trouble and get expelled from the tournament.”
“Okay, I understand.”
“Remember, your goal is to win the Jousting tournament.”
Jackson Cutter glanced at Jacques Noiré, asking, “But, Master, why should I win the Jousting tournament? Can you tell me the reason...”
“It is something necessary for my personal desire.”
“If it’s your desire... Are you talking about reaching the Master’s level?”
“Yes.”
The Master.
The ultimate state of being, a true superhuman.
If others heard about it, they would probably think it’s insane. Reaching the level of Master was an almost impossible task.
However, Jacques Noiré’s expression was infinitely serious.
“So, how does my winning the Jousting tournament relate to your ambition?”
Jacques Noiré stared at Jackson Cutter.
He quickly closed his mouth. It was clear that pushing it further would lead to a difficult situation.
“I’ll investigate Earl Copperhead and the participants. You quietly prepare for the tournament.”
“Understood.”
“One more thing, if you encounter Damien Haksen, ignore him.”
“What?”
Jackson Cutter looked at Jacques Noiré with a puzzled expression.
Jackson Cutter’s participation in this Jousting tournament was driven by his intent to expose Damien’s true nature.
It was challenging for him to tolerate that trash like him was far more famous than himself.
But to ignore him?
“There are too many unclear aspects about Damien Haksen. He might be the biggest variable among the participants in this tournament.”
The Damien Haksen that he remembered was a pathetic individual who begged for mercy while being beaten up by his fists. How could he end up taking a hit from such a person?
It was a humiliation beyond measure.
“It seems the rumors weren’t completely false.”
Jackson Cutter gritted his teeth. The intense anger overwhelmed any sense of reason.
“And you don’t intend to end this with such a petty trick?”
Jackson Cutter clenched the handle of his sword.
Damien looked at his younger brother and shrugged his shoulders, saying, “Abel, did you see? He tried to pull out a sword first.”
“Brother...”
Abel let out a deep sigh but didn’t stop Damien.
“If you’re going to do it, show your true colors.”
“Of course.”
Damien pushed Abel aside and spoke, “Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
Even in the midst of rising anger, He couldn’t help but be puzzled. Damien didn’t have any weapon in his hands.
“...What are you doing without drawing a sword?”
“For someone like you, this is more than enough.”
Damien raised his index finger. Jackson couldn’t understand the situation for a while.
“...Are you saying you’ll face me with just one finger?”
“If it’s too much, should I switch to a twig?”
While saying this, He looked around casually. Jackson Cutter’s face turned crimson with rage.
“...I’ll cut off all ten of your fingers and make you eat them!”
Jackson drew his sword.
However, just as Jackson Cutter was about to charge, someone grabbed his wrist.
He turned to look with a dazed expression. Jacques Noiré, his master, stood there.
***
“Ma-Master.”
Jacques Noiré didn’t respond to Jackson Cutter’s words. He solely focused on Damien Haksen.
Damien, in turn, also gazed at Jacques Noiré.
Although he didn’t express it outwardly, Damien was quite impressed.
As a knight’s rank increased, the walls became higher. It was a hundred times more challenging for a low-class to reach the middle class than for a junior knight to become a low-class.
Therefore, as the rank ascended, the skill difference among knights grew exponentially. The top-tier middle-class knights could easily defeat the lower-tier middle-class with a single blow.
“Impressive.”
Jacques Noiré broke the silence.
“That such a pathetic brat could become so strong in such a short time is hard to believe.”
Jacques Noiré looked at Damien with eyes full of interest.
“I will apologize for my disciple’s rude behavior.”
Jacques Noiré took Jackson Cutter with him and left. Sofia Russell hurriedly followed them.
“Abel, do you know who he is?”
“He’s Jacques Noiré, a middle-class knight.”
Damien pondered Jacques Noiré’s name inwardly.
The reason Damien came here was partly because of Abel, but it was also for revenge against Jackson Cutter and Sofia Russell. Therefore, a clash with Jacques Noiré was inevitable.
‘This is the first time I’ve seen a sword like this in a long time.’
[PR note- Here ‘Sword’ is meant by the talent of a person.]
A subtle smile appeared on Damien’s lips.
It seemed like this Jousting tournament wouldn’t be dull at all.
***
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Chapter 43Translator KieProofreader KawaiiChapter 43: Jackson Cutter1***Jackson Cutter arrived at the Earldom of Copperhead's camp one step behind Damien Haksen.Use a place like this?Jackson Cutter looked around the tent the servant had guided him to, expressing his displeasure. It was cramped, and the floor was covered with only a few worn-out leather pieces. The only furniture was a bed and a desk.Do you not know who I am? I am Jackson Cutter, the Ogre Slayer!Jackson Cutter shouted at the servant. The servant trembled and said, Sir Corner is aware of it.But still, assigning me to such a place? Are you out of your mind?Even if you talk to me...The servant said, feeling unjust.Jackson Cutter sighed deeply. As the servant pointed out, getting angry at the lower ranks wouldn't change anything.Get out right now.The servant rushed out of the tent as if fleeing. As soon as the servant left, Jacques Noireentered.It was noisy even from outside.Jacques Noire said with an indifferent tone.Master, that's the point. They assigned me to this shabby tent despite knowing who I was. How can I endure this? Naturally, I had to protest...Jackson Cutter complained in a muffled voice.Upon hearing this, Jacques Noire grabbed Jackson Cutter's neck.Ugh!I've had you loose for a while now, you seem to think I'm an easy target. Do I look like someone who listens to your complaints?Sorry, sorry!Jackson Cutter desperately shouted. Only then did Jacques Noire release his grip on his neck.Try to stay quiet here as much as possible. I won't forgive you if you cause trouble and get expelled from the tournament.Okay, I understand.Remember, your goal is to win the Jousting tournament.Jackson Cutter glanced at Jacques Noire, asking, But, Master, why should I win the Jousting tournament? Can you tell me the reason...It is something necessary for my personal desire.If it's your desire... Are you talking about reaching the Master's level?Yes.The Master.The ultimate state of being, a true superhuman.If others heard about it, they would probably think it's insane. Reaching the level of Master was an almost impossible task.However, Jacques Noire's expression was infinitely serious.So, how does my winning the Jousting tournament relate to your ambition?Jacques Noire stared at Jackson Cutter.He quickly closed his mouth. It was clear that pushing it further would lead to a difficult situation.I'll investigate Earl Copperhead and the participants. You quietly prepare for the tournament.Understood.One more thing, if you encounter Damien Haksen, ignore him.What?Jackson Cutter looked at Jacques Noire with a puzzled expression.Jackson Cutter's participation in this Jousting tournament was driven by his intent to expose Damien's true nature.It was challenging for him to tolerate that trash like him was far more famous than himself.But to ignore him?There are too many unclear aspects about Damien Haksen. He might be the biggest variable among the participants in this tournament.The Damien Haksen that he remembered was a pathetic individual who begged for mercy while being beaten up by his fists. How could he end up taking a hit from such a person?It was a humiliation beyond measure.It seems the rumors weren't completely false.Jackson Cutter gritted his teeth. The intense anger overwhelmed any sense of reason.And you don't intend to end this with such a petty trick?Jackson Cutter clenched the handle of his sword.Damien looked at his younger brother and shrugged his shoulders, saying, Abel, did you see? He tried to pull out a sword first.Brother...Abel let out a deep sigh but didn't stop Damien.If you're going to do it, show your true colors.Of course.Damien pushed Abel aside and spoke, Are you ready?Yeah, I'm ready.Even in the midst of rising anger, He couldn't help but be puzzled. Damien didn't have any weapon in his hands....What are you doing without drawing a sword?For someone like you, this is more than enough.Damien raised his index finger. Jackson couldn't understand the situation for a while....Are you saying you'll face me with just one finger?If it's too much, should I switch to a twig?While saying this, He looked around casually. Jackson Cutter's face turned crimson with rage....I'll cut off all ten of your fingers and make you eat them!Jackson drew his sword.However, just as Jackson Cutter was about to charge, someone grabbed his wrist.He turned to look with a dazed expression. Jacques Noire, his master, stood there.***Ma-Master.Jacques Noire didn't respond to Jackson Cutter's words. He solely focused on Damien Haksen.Damien, in turn, also gazed at Jacques Noire.Although he didn't express it outwardly, Damien was quite impressed.As a knight's rank increased, the walls became higher. It was a hundred times more challenging for a low-class to reach the middle class than for a junior knight to become a low-class. Therefore, as the rank ascended, the skill difference among knights grew exponentially. The top-tier middle-class knights could easily defeat the lower-tier middle-class with a single blow.Impressive.Jacques Noire broke the silence.That such a pathetic brat could become so strong in such a short time is hard to believe.Jacques Noire looked at Damien with eyes full of interest.I will apologize for my disciple's rude behavior.Jacques Noire took Jackson Cutter with him and left. Sofia Russell hurriedly followed them.Abel, do you know who he is?He's Jacques Noire, a middle-class knight.Damien pondered Jacques Noire's name inwardly.The reason Damien came here was partly because of Abel, but it was also for revenge against Jackson Cutter and Sofia Russell. Therefore, a clash with Jacques Noire was inevitable.This is the first time I've seen a sword like this in a long time.'PR note- Here Sword' is meant by the talent of a person.A subtle smile appeared on Damien's lips.It seemed like this Jousting tournament wouldn't be dull at all.***Translator KieProofreader Kawaii
