“It seems there was a reason why the letter of recommendation was so thunderous. You are definitely as good as it said,” Count Winslon declared.

“You flatter me, Your Excellency. I lacked the skills to prevent the unfortunate accident. I apologize for that.” Eugene bowed his head while acting remorseful for killing Daymos, even though he felt not a drop of guilt.

“Don’t worry too much about Sir Daymos’ departure to God’s side in the unfortunate accident,” Count Winslon assured Eugene.

“What?” Eugene carefully raised his head.

Count Winslon continued with a stern expression, “It is unprecedented for holy knights to participate in knight competitions. As such, they signed memorandums promising not to hold my family or the opposing knights responsible in case they suffered serious injuries or died.”

“Oh, I see.” Eugene felt great joy, but he didn’t show it. Wasn’t this essentially a free pass that would allow him to kill Dircht and the other holy knight without any penalties? Judging by the count’s expression, such measures must have been prepared beforehand.

‘Just as it was with Essandra, it seems that all great nobles have a few slithering snakes in them.’

“Then, I must prepare for my next match, so please excuse me,” Eugene said.

“Of course,” the count answered politely before clapping, and the rest of the nobles in the honored seats followed suit.

“Luke, go get those things,” Eugene said.

“Yes, master!” Luke answered in an excited voice before running to the people who were moving...