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Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) · Nov 11, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-11-11
302 Chapter 302 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-11-11
303 Chapter 303 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-11-11
304 Chapter 304 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-11-11
305 Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-11-11
306 Chapter 306 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-11-11
307 Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-11-11
308 Chapter 308 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-11-11
309 Chapter 309 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-11-11
310 Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-11-11
311 Chapter 311 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-11-11
312 Chapter 312 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-11-11
313 Chapter 313 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-11-11
314 Chapter 314 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-11-11
315 Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-11-11
316 Chapter 316 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-11-11
317 Chapter 317 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-11-11
318 Chapter 318 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-11-11
319 Chapter 319 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-11-11
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-11-11
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-11-11
322 Chapter 322: The Heirʼs Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-11-11
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-11-11
324 Chapter 324: The Devilʼs Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-11-11
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-11-11
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-11-11
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-11-11
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-11-11
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-11-11
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-11-11
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-11-11
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-11-11
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-11-11
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-11-11
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-11-11
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-11-11
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-11-11
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-11-11
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-11-11
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-11-11
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-11-11
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-11-11
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-11-11
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-11-11
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-11-11
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-11-11
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-11-11
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-11-11
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-11-11
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-11-11

Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 )

Garius stood calmly, tossing a piece of grilled meat into the air.

Giddie caught it effortlessly, squawking in delight.

The massive golden Pekko wagged its tail feathers, fully enjoying its meal.

Garius chuckled, tossing another exotic fruit.

Giddie snapped it up mid-air, crunching happily.

”My Lord?”

Garius glanced to the side as Alf approached.

The butler bowed slightly before speaking.

”Hesbeirn has arrived with a delegation from the king.”

Garius raised an eyebrow.

”Hmm? And who was sent?”

”The royal force army general—General Gilmon. Along with some ministers.”

Alf smirked slightly as he mentioned the name.

Garius immediately caught on.

His own smirk appeared as he gave Alf a side glance.

”Oh? You seem to have fun mentioning his name.”

Alf cleared his throat, trying to suppress his expression.

”Ah, itʼs nothing, my Lord.”

Garius chuckled, shaking his head.

”Hah… knowing you, itʼs never nothing.”

He tossed another piece of grilled meat to Giddie before stretching his arms.

”Well then… letʼs see what the kingʼs men want this time.”

Javier lay completely still, his ears sharp as he listened to the conversation outside.

The moment he heard Alf mention the kingʼs delegation—

And the way his father reacted…

A wave of relief washed over him.

”Fuhh… lucky that serious man doesnʼt have time to check on me.”

Javier exhaled softly, a small smirk forming on his lips.

If the delegation kept his father busy…

That meant he could continue ʼrestingʼ without sudden inspections.

He peeked toward the window, just to make sure Giddie wasnʼt still watching him.

Seeing that the golden menace was occupied with food—

Javier grinned.

”Nice. Crisis avoided.”

He snuggled back under the blanket.

Just as Javier settled back into his blanket, ready to enjoy his peaceful rest—

The door creaked open.

A soft, familiar voice called out.

”Young Master~”

Javierʼs eyes snapped open.

He turned his head—

And there, sneaking into his room, step by step…

Liana.

Her movements were light and graceful, but there was a playful glint in her emerald eyes.

Behind her—Gloria followed, peeking around the doorway to make sure no one saw them.

Javier blinked, processing what he was seeing.

His two ʼinjuredʼ maids…

Sneaking into his room.

Liana giggled softly, closing the door behind her.

Gloria pressed her back against the wall dramatically, whispering.

”Clear. No witnesses.”

Javier stared at them, dumbfounded.

”…You two. What are you doing?”

Liana smiled sweetly.

”Visiting our precious Young Master, of course~”

Gloria nodded with a smirk.

”Since we got kicked out earlier, we had to wait for the right time to sneak back in.”

Javier sighed, shaking his head.

”…You two are ridiculous.”

But deep inside—he couldnʼt stop the warmth spreading in his chest.

They really were back.

And he wouldnʼt trade them for anything.

Inside the grand main room—the hall designated for official visits and diplomatic matters—Count Garius Armand sat at the head of the long table.

His posture was relaxed, yet commanding.

To his right—Alf, his loyal butler and the deadliest assassin in the kingdom.

To his left—Erinnete, the head of the elite battle maids, standing with quiet authority.

The doors opened, and a familiar voice spoke.

”My lord. The delegation from the royal court has arrived.”

Hesbeirn stood at the entrance, his tone professional.

Garius didnʼt react immediately, simply tapping his fingers against the armrest.

Then—without looking up, he gave a calm command.

”Let them in.”

The delegation entered in orderly formation.

At the front—General Gilmon, a high-ranking officer of the royal army.

Behind him—several of the kingdomʼs ministers, all carrying official documents and reports.

As they approached, Garius finally raised his gaze, meeting Gilmonʼs eyes with an unreadable expression.

He gestured toward the chairs.

”Take a seat.”

The ministers nodded, moving to sit.

The room remained silent—

Until the household maids entered, carrying silver trays of fine dishes and drinks.

A feast was laid out before them—

A gesture of noble hospitality.

But Garius?

He simply leaned back in his chair, watching.

Waiting.

The tense silence in the grand hall was broken as General Gilmon finally spoke.

”King Edmund has issued a royal decree.”

He presented the official scroll, its golden seal glinting under the chandelier light.

Alf stepped forward, took the decree with his usual cold efficiency, and placed it in Gariusʼ hands.

Garius read through it in silence, his expression unreadable.

Then, without hesitation, he set the decree down.

”I refuse.”

The room froze.

The ministers—men who were used to unquestioned obedience—gasped in shock.

Mouths hung open. Eyes widened.

But none of them dared to speak.

After all—this was Garius De Armand.

A man who had defied expectations time and time again

Gilmon, however, was unfazed.

He simply let out a long, tired sigh.

Because he saw it.

The subtle movement.

The tiny detail no one else noticed.

On the table—next to the royal decree—

Two wooden swords.

Casually placed. As if meaningless.

But Gilmon wasnʼt fooled.

He recognized that sly grin curling on Gariusʼ lips.

Gariusʼ sly grin widened.

Across the table—Alf sighed, shaking his head in quiet annoyance.

Erinnete pinched the bridge of her nose, already sensing the nonsense about to unfold.

Meanwhile, Hesbeirn?

He wasnʼt even surprised.

He already knew.

ʼThis is exactly like my lord.ʼ

And Gilmon?

The seasoned general simply closed his eyes for a moment.

Then—he exhaled.

ʼThis bastard… I shouldʼve known.ʼ

Gariusʼ grin deepened as he picked up the two wooden swords.

Without another word—he casually tossed them.

One toward Gilmon.

One toward Hesbeirn.

Both men caught them instinctively.

Then—Garius leaned back, arms crossed.

”I will accept the decree… if you two duel.”

A chuckle escaped him.

Hesbeirn stared at the wooden sword in his hand.

Then—he let out a long sigh.

”…Haaa, my lord…”

Gilmon rubbed his forehead.

”You really havenʼt changed, have you, Garius?”

Garius simply smirked.

Because in the end—this was never just about a duel.

It was a test. A message. A game only the strongest could play.

Gariusʼ grin widened as he leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement.

”Now—how about we all head to the courtyard?”

He turned his gaze toward both Hesbeirn and Gilmon, his smirk deepening.

”Cʼmon! The two of you—best friends, best duel partners…

And always trying to one-up each other before.”

His eyes sharpened.

”Entertain me.”

Hesbeirn let out a short chuckle, spinning the wooden sword in his hand.

”Well, if thatʼs what you wish, my lord…”

He smirked, stepping forward.

”…I will gladly oblige.”

On the other side—Gilmon exhaled a long sigh, shaking his head.

”…You never change, Garius.”

Then—a small smile crept onto his lips.

”Fine. But donʼt blame me if your general gets hurt.”

Garius stood up, his presence commanding.

His grin turned sharper, his tone playful—yet absolute.

”No magic.”

The room fell into silence.

Hesbeirn and Gilmon exchanged glances.

They both knew what that meant.

A true fight. No blessings. No enhancements. No tricks.

Only raw skill, strength, and experience.

Garius grinned as he gestured toward the exit.

”Letʼs see whoʼs been slacking over the years.”

( End of Chapter )

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