The Max Level Hero Strikes Back!

bout something.
Then, instead of Barris, Winley pulled a small letter from the pouch in her hand.

“What is this?”

“It’s a continental sword competition held every five years! It’s going to take place in the Duchy of Felicity.”

“Oh?”

There was an Olympic-like concept on this continent.

continental competitions.
Swordsmanship, magic, archery.
Even academic.

The competition, which covered various fields, revolved around each country, and it was also an excellent opportunity for those who won the prize.

Of course, the spectacle was definitely worth seeing because all the future notables and strong individuals would be there.
Even aristocrats scalped tickets for the swordsmanship competition.

“Brother, you row when the water comes in.
You’ve rarely been out of the palace, have you?”

“Yes.”

“… So I asked father!”

Proudly shouting, Barris puffed his chest out.
Winley poked his ribs with her elbow.
“I’ve already told him.
The only muscles you have are for standing and smiling.”

“What the hell?”

I looked at the notice without saying a word as they grumbled again.

It was definitely one of the best contests for spectators.

The Continental Sword Contest was attended by many promising talents to make a name for themselves continually.

As it was a competition to promote the continent’s harmony, anyone, from mercenaries to royalty, could participate if they had the required skill.

“Ahem! Brother, I got a ticket to the qualifying round!” Barris said proudly with a throbbing heart.

“Oh, really? You must’ve improved a lot.”

I pretended to be surprised, but I could see Mana accumulating in his body.

He was an expert intermediate, which meant that he was on a tremendous level compared to his age.
His talent was by no means average.

“I’m participating, and I’m asking you to watch me.
Why don’t we all go together?”

“My brother and I will also see the capital of Winley and the Duchy of Felicity! Hehe! The city of water must be lovely!”

I was thankful that it was clearly revealed that I hadn’t been anywhere else since I woke up from my coma.

“Don’t worry.
If you suffer, I’ll carry you on my back!”

“I heard from Lord Ramdas of the Royal Court.
My brother’s body is recovering at a tremendous rate.”

“Lucky little ones.”

The words made me laugh.
Well, life had become full of leisure.
The reason for being tied up like in the past had long since disappeared.

It wasn’t detrimental for me to watch such a competition at least once, as Barris said.

And then, wait, we could join, right?

* * *

“It wasn’t a good opportunity.”

A woman’s eerie eyes shone into the darkroom.

“I never thought I’d crawl into the dragon’s mouth.”

The woman, who was talking coldly and looking down at the cold cup of tea, was Queen Liness.
She didn’t even look at her, who was bowing her head in silence.

“Shari.”

“Yes.”

“There’s no reason to save the man who wants to die.”

“There is only one chance of a raid on the way to the Duchy of Felicity.
I’ll scatter their blood in it.”

“If you fail, it’s going to be a huge blow.”

“They have no chance of survival.”

Even if his bloodline hadn’t continued, he was still a member of the same royal family.

Liness Varietta seemed to feel no guilt about making her do it.

“Yes, but you don’t know what’s going to happen, so you better finish it yourself.”

“… As contracted.”

When she said that, the woman-in-law, Shari, answered coldly, grasping at her coldly subsiding life.

* * *

In most countries, the competition where promising young people participated was truly remarkable.
Of course, it was safe to say that the royal family didn’t oppose Barris’ participation in the continental sword competition.

What was a little surprising was that Queen Liness, who had never looked at anyone else’s children with kindness, readily agreed to let him participate in the competition and to me accompanying him.

If Barris were to win a prize in the competition, his position would soar completely different from Carlos, who only believed in himself.

Of course, Queen Liness, who didn’t want such a situation, would have to oppose his participation, but she was willing to allow it for some unknown reason.

In addition, she expressed her willingness to accept me joining the ranks under the pretext of nursing care.

A series of groups approached us, kneeling on one knee on the altar of the Mana Gate, which led to the estate nearest the Duchy of Felicity.

“Raise your head.”

It was a stern voice, but on the other hand, it also sounded tired.

At the end of the silent raise, a middle-aged man came out and looked at the procession to the Duchy of Felicity, including Barris and Winley.

He was Crianes Al Rown, King of the Rown Kingdom.

He was the king of this country and my father.
That was the first time I saw my father in nearly half a year after I woke up.

‘You’ve been avoiding me.’

I peered at him closely.
His former cheerful and imposing figure was hard to find in his current appearance.
For six years, or a little longer than that, my father had been transformed into a completely different person.

He had now become a weary old lion.