Caron carried the fainted Percival on his back and headed to the front entrance of the great temple.

"Oh, everyone seems to have finished early."

At the entrance of the great temple, all the candidates except Caron were gathered. Everyone was covered with sweat and dust, their hair tangled and messy. Benjamin, who was resting on the steps of the entrance to the great temple, burst into laughter when he saw Caron’s face.

"Hahahaha! Look at you!"

Caron's clothing had been reduced to rags by Percival’s spear, and small cuts were present in various places all over his body, each dripping blood. Compared to the other candidates, the one in the most disastrous shape was Caron.

"Shut up! Taking him down was a lot harder than I thought it would be!!"

As Caron placed Percival on the ground, everyone saw that Percival was in even worse shape than Caron. Not only was his right eye and left cheek swollen blue, his honorable knight uniform was torn to shreds, and his left arm was completely swollen and clearly broken. The fight would have ended much earlier if they had accepted the results sooner, but it dragged on because it had become a fight of pride to subdue the opponent.

"What? Did you win?" asked Benjamin.

Caron...