Prince, I Don’t Want To Be Killed by You This Time! -The Poor Lady Who Was Framed by the Saint, Avoids Being Skewered the Second Time! ~

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“I’d like to see the black knight’s face.
If he wins, he will take off his helmet in front of His Majesty.”

The ceremonial banner was raised and the match began.

Two horses start riding with men holding spears.
The turf under the horses’ feet is kicked up into the dirt.

With a thud, the two horses approach each other.

The cheers of the spectators reach a climax and their cheers make us all tense up at once.

At the moment the two horses pass each other.

The count’s spear accurately pierces the black knight’s shield and a loud clashing sound is heard.
As soon as the black shield was split in half, I was convinced that the Count had won.
However, I made the decision too early.

As the two riders separated and galloped away on their horses, the count’s body tilted sharply to the left.
He desperately tried to catch himself in the saddle with his right hand and held on, but it was not easy for him to get his heavy body back on the horse, which had been angled once.

A few steps after passing the black knight, the count dropped his spear and tumbled off his horse.

The black knight, on the other hand, threw his broken shield to the ground and stopped his horse with a straight back.

The audience was silent, as if the previous cheers were a lie.
After that slight silence…

“The winner is the “Knight of King’s Landing!”

The MC raises the flag and points it toward the winner of this competition.

The king slowly stood up from the bleachers as the audience filled the hall with thunderous applause and cheers in praise of the black knight.

The place is hurriedly transformed into an awards ceremony.

A red carpet is rolled out on the grass, creating a red path to the bleachers where the King is seated.

In a brilliant, unbroken procession, a band with trumpets arrives and begins to play heroic music into the clear, high blue sky.

The king came down from the tiered bleachers with applause and a rare big smile on his face.

The black knight, kneeling on one knee at the end of the red carpet, one hand on the chest section of his black armor, waits for the king to come to him.

When the king came to the front of the black knight and opened his mouth to congratulate him, the applause died down and the room fell silent again.

“You have shown us a magnificent match, Knight of King’s landing.
You are the pride of this Kingdom of Leia!”

The crowd erupts again, and the applause is loud.
The king held up one hand to stop them.
A chamberlain rushed to him and handed him a small dark blue box.

The king took out a golden medal from the box and held it in front of the audience.

“To the winner, I bestow the token of the ‘First Knight of Leia’.
Come, black knight.
You may now choose the maiden to whom will bestow this honor.”