The Hero King, Reincarnate to Master the Art of War ~And Thus, I Became The Strongest Knight Disciple (♀) in The World~-Chapter 466 - 16-year-old Inglis and the Knight Academy Seminar Festival (4)

The crowd nodded in admiration.

"Ahh, people who don’t know the truth will surely fall for it… Hahaha."

"Right. Knowing how those two usually are—"

"It feels like we’re tricking them with a horrible lie."

Rafinha and the others watching nearby could only offer strained smiles.

"You there! Quiet!"

Principal Miliera sharply silenced them.

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"Ahem. Now then, while these two indeed do not possess Runes, they have trained and trained and trained through our Academy’s rigorous training! Today, I would like to show everyone the results of their efforts!"

"The results of their training…?"

"What exactly are they doing?"

"But they won’t be using Runes or Artifacts, right?"

The audience murmured among themselves.

"The foundation of everything is a well-trained body! Pure strength! Would anyone like to test their strength against these two in an arm-wrestling match? Of course, there’s an entry fee, but if you win against either of them, you’ll receive ten times your entry fee as a reward!"

"Ten times…!? I-Is it really okay to offer that much—?"

"If they’re not using Artifacts, then they’re just normal girls, right? I mean, I know they’re training, but still."

"They don’t look particularly muscular or anything… It feels like I might actually win, you know?"

Principal Miliera skillfully stirred up the crowd as they exchanged glances.

"Now, now, it’s first come, first served! Anyone brave enough to take on the challenge?"

"If no one else will step forward, then allow me to take up the challenge!"

The loud, confident voice belonged to a familiar face.

It was Redas, the Commander of the Imperial Guard.

"Sir Redas?"

There’s no way Redas would be able to beat Inglis. Redas himself should know that better than anyone. So why was he volunteering?

Perhaps Principal Miliera arranged this beforehand, planting him as a ringer to encourage the audience?

"Oh…! That’s Sir Redas Eiren, the Commander of the Imperial Guards!"

"Sir Redas is going to challenge that girl…!?"

"Isn’t that a little unfair, though?"

"Alright! First, we’ll have Sir Redas, the Commander of the Imperial Guard, take on the challenge! This should be exciting to watch!"

Principal Miliera riled up the audience.

"Alright! I humbly ask you to be my opponent!"

Redas stepped forward confidently, positioning himself to face Inglis.

"Sir Redas. Are you sure about this?"

It might have been arranged by Principal Miliera, but she decided to confirm just in case.

"Of course! No need for hesitation or holding back, Lady Inglis."

"Is that so…?"

That said, if she won too easily, it might discourage other challengers from coming forward. It seemed better to hold back a little and put on a good show of a close match.

"Now then, both of you, get ready and—Se~t, go!"

"Huuuuungh!"

Redas strained himself with all his might, but to Inglis, his strength felt light. She could easily win right away, but as expected, she decided to put on a bit of a show—

"Oh…! Such exquisitely smooth skin, like the finest silk…! To be able to hold Lady Inglis’ hand like this is the greatest of honors…! I shall not wash this hand for a while…!"

Thud!

"Whoa!?"

Inglis accidentally slammed Redas’ hand down onto the table. She couldn’t really control what he was thinking, but hearing him say it out loud sent a slight chill down her spine.

"Ah… Sorry, are you alright?"

"No, I never thought I could win against you to begin with, Lady Inglis! Haha, this was a wonderful experience. Hahaha!"

Laughing heartily, he withdrew while rubbing his sore arm.

"A-Amazing!"

"She took down that burly Commander of the Imperial Guard in an instant!?"

"She’s so slim and cute, but… if even he couldn’t win, then we sure don’t stand a chance…"

Seeing the reaction of the crowd, Principal Miliera leaned over and whispered urgently to Inglis.

"U-Um, Miss Inglis, if you don’t put on more of a show of struggling, no one else will want to challenge you! You need to hold back a bit more…"

"S-Sorry, I got carried away—"

"A-, Anyway! Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge them!? You can also try your luck against Miss Yua here instead of Miss Inglis!"

She pointed to Yua, who was nodding off and swaying slightly in her chair.

"Spii~… Funi~…"

"Ahhh, Miss Yua, please don’t fall asleep! Miss Rafinha! Miss Rafinha! Please help me with the event!"

At Principal Miliera’s call, Rafinha stepped up onto the stage.

"Can’t be helped… This is already turning into a complete mess, but… Alright! Anyone else who wants to challenge them—"

"Yes! Lady Rafinha! Please let me challenge her!"

"Me too!"

"Count me in!"

"Over here as well!"

Surprisingly, quite a few hands went up.

"Oh…! Alright, everyone, please come over here and line up one by one~!"

The ones forming a line in front of Inglis were the Imperial Guards who had come to the venue with Redas.

"Lady Inglis! I humbly ask for a match!"

"It’s an honor to have a bout with you, even if it’s just arm wrestling!"

"I would be most grateful if you’d show me your strength!"

They all looked incredibly happy, their faces beaming with excitement.

"Haha, the Imperial Guards are all fans of Glis, after all…"

Inglis’ position as Honorary Commander of the Imperial Guards was still in effect. They were all utterly devoted to her, having witnessed her repel both Abel the Archlord and the Venefique Army led by Rochefort when they attacked the royal capital.

"Alright. I’ll be happy to take you all on."

Inglis welcomed them with a graceful, gentle smile.

"Come on, come on! No matter how strong she is, if everyone keeps challenging her, she’ll eventually get tired~! Who will be the one to beat her!? And if you do win, you can brag that you beat the girl even the Commander of the Imperial Guard couldn’t defeat! So, everyone, please join in~!"

"Yeah, if she keeps going, she’s bound to get tired eventually… Maybe we’ll have a chance then!"

"And there’s a tenfold reward if we win!"

"Alright, let’s give it a shot."

Rafinha’s skillful taunting encouraged more people to line up for the challenge.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

This time, Inglis made sure to drag things out a bit, dramatically pinning down the Imperial Guards under Redas one by one. However, there was no frustration in their faces. Instead, they looked entirely satisfied, smiling brightly.

"Haha, of course we couldn’t beat Lady Inglis. No surprise there!"

"But just like Commander Redas said, her hands are unbelievably smooth and soft… It’s like nothing in this world."

"And to catch a glimpse of my own reflection in those beautiful crimson eyes… It made me feel like I was floating on air."

"More than anything, didn’t you notice how incredibly good she smelled just by being near her? That alone was enough for me…"

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean! Even her scent is different."

"If only I could’ve held on a little longer, I could’ve stayed close to Lady Inglis even more."

"Ah, that’s the one thing I regret."

"Hahahaha! You fools! If you wish to spend more time with Lady Inglis, all you have to do is line up again! No one said anything about only challenging her once!"

Redas himself was already back in the line forming in front of Inglis.

"C-Commander…!"

"Don’t worry about the money, I’ll cover your entry fees! Now, get in line!"

“ “Yes, sir!” ”

The Imperial Guards eagerly rejoined the end of the line, practically glowing with joy.

"Haha… This is turning into something completely different, but… whatever, if it’s just a pay ‘To Touch Glis' event, I guess that works too…"

Rafinha let out a dry, awkward laugh.

"N-No, it's not okay, Rani! Ban people from re-challenging once they've lost!"

Inglis cried out in desperation.

She was willing to take on anyone as many times as they wanted if it was a pure test of strength. But she had no intention of dealing with challengers motivated by such purposes.

Sure, Inglis knew very well that she was incredibly beautiful and that her skin had the smoothness of polished jade. But that beauty existed for her own enjoyment, not theirs.

What was so delightful about a man praising another man's soft hands, saying their heart raced when being stared at, or that they smelled amazing?