Chapter 48: The Return of the Doom-Grade Death Knight

Chapter 48: Jousting Tournament (1)

The next day, the day of the jousting tournament arrived.

Damian headed to the waiting area set up behind the jousting arena early in the morning.

In the waiting area, the knights who had arrived early were preparing for the tournament.

"Master, are you really going to wear such armor?"

The servant Victor asked, handing Damian a leather armor.

The leather armor that Damian had brought was small, only covering the torso.

The shoulders and upper arms were not protected, so even a slight graze from a sword could cause an immediate injury.

"This is enough."

Damian put on the armor without any concern.

The participants in the jousting tournament were all squires or low-class knights.

With their level of skill, they couldn't even touch a single hair on Damian's body.

In that case, light leather armor was better than heavy iron armor.

"Still, you should at least get a chainmail..."

Just as Victor said this with a worried look,

Dong-dong.

A soldier, having taken off his coat, struck a large drum set up on one side of the arena.

The knights' attention focused on the arena at the sound.

Chester Copperhead, the baron, was walking to the center of the arena.

"Cough, thank you all for gathering here. I am Chester Copperhead."

The baron began the opening ceremony with his introduction.

"Today, the bravest knights from the west have gathered here. The winner will be known not only in the west but also in other regions."

A jousting tournament of this scale was not held often.

It was certain that people from the west and nearby regions were paying attention.

The winner could gain great fame, as the baron said.

"Of course, it's not just about gaining fame. I have also prepared a prize worthy of the winner."

The baron gestured, and a few servants brought in an object covered with a cloth.

The baron removed the cloth, revealing a crystal the size of a child's fist.

Strangely, a small flame burned continuously inside the crystal.

"What is that? A magical artifact?"

"It doesn't seem to be. If it were a magical artifact, there would be a magic circle drawn on the surface."

The nobles looked at the crystal with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

When the baron gestured again, another servant brought a large silver platter.

On the platter, a bright red flame burned.

The baron, holding the crystal, plunged his hand into the flame.

"Ah!"

"Ah! What is that!"

The nobles and the knights in the waiting area cried out in shock.

However, the baron showed no sign of pain.

"This is a treasure collected by my