Meeting The King (2)

That had to be something hard to do, or else the king wouldn't have requested the empire to send me.

This leads to the second point. I thought the fat person was supposed to be the main king of the story, but it appears that there is an empire that is stronger than this kingdom.

It meant that multiple kingdoms must exist, and the empire was probably above all of those.

Since the empire sent me, that could explain the treatment that I got.

The fancy room, my clothes, and the specially made alcohol.

Normal people would have to follow the dress code, but I was an exception because I was from the Empire.

But there was one problem.

I have no idea how to use magic. So removing that barrier seemed impossible for me at the moment.

If I wanted to survive in this world, I had to definitely learn magic. It should be one of the top priorities.

"If that was all, I am leaving."

Since I had successfully completed the mission, it looked like they didn't need me anymore. And I needed to find a way to learn magic.

"Wait before you leave; can I ask for a favor?"

I heard a muffled voice coming from the knight in golden armor. It had a mature tone, and at the same time, it was very respectful.

It felt weird that everybody was showing respect to me. Especially since I used to work at an office back then, where I only got yelled at and was worked to the bone.

"What do you want?" I asked.

The knight took off his helmet, which revealed a handsome man in his 30s. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and his face had some scars.

"I have only heard rumors about your strength, and I want to personally test it out. Do you mind if we spar a little?" He asked with an earnest voice.

Not good. I shouldn't agree to that request, no matter what.

This was my second day, and I already had to fight someone. Of all things that he could have asked for, why did he have to ask for that?

I know that Rylan Ashencroft is strong, but I, on the other hand, have never fought anyone in my life.

I should make an excuse.

"Unfortunately, if we fight, the surroundings will get destroyed. So I have to decline your request."

Since I could lift 100 kg like it was nothing, I could use the excuse that the surroundings would get destroyed if we fought.

He looked disappointed as he stared at me.

Don't look at me like that; do you really want to fight that badly?

Fighting him was a big risk, since I do not have the experience of the real Rylan Ashencroft.

They might get suspicious of me if I lose.

In short, it would be a massive disaster.

"If you are scared of the surroundings, I can create a barrier so you can spar." The woman in robes said

The knight in the golden armor immediately beamed with excitement.

"Please do!". He said with an exhilarated voice.

My eyes widened, and my mouth twitched.

"Of course she can make a f*cking barrier," was the thought that entered my mind.

The knight jumped down from the staircase and landed, making a loud sound.

The room shook a little, as if a small earthquake had appeared.

Oh my god, how much does he weigh?

Now that he was closer, I could see that he was big. But he was smaller than the general.

That didn't mean he was small; no, it was just the general that was too big.

If I had to estimate, the knight in the golden amor was probably around 2 meters. But I didn't know how tall Rylan Ashencroft was, so this was just an estimate.

The general stepped back, giving us space, while saying, "Rylan, go easy on him."

Go easy on him?

He should go easy on me; there was a huge weight difference between me and him.

Since I could lift 100kg like it was nothing, weight classes probably didn't exist in this world.

At the same time, the woman in robes also stepped back, and a barrier the size of a basketball court enveloped me and the knight.

Isn't this going a little too fast?

What about the king? Is he fine with us fighting?

As I looked at the throne, the king had a happy expression, like he was about to see his favorite show.

As the golden knight stretched, I only had one thought: 'This fight is unavoidable'.

Okay, let's calm down and try to analyze his strength.

Since he was next to the king, he must have had some strength. It was likely he was his bodyguard. But the way he spoke about hearing rumors about my strength,

It could only mean one thing: he is weaker than Rylan Ashencroft.

"Since you are still keeping the barrier over the kingdom, I won't use any magic." The knight said while stretching.

That was lucky; because of the barrier, I had an excuse not to use magic. However, there was something that bothered me: why is he saying it like he is the strong one?

But I didn't want to complain since it could increase the odds of me losing.

"Don't do that; use as much magic as possible if you don't want to die." The general spoke calmly from outside the barrier.

My mouth twitched again.

'Great'. You guys are really making it easy for me.

"The spar will start when I say go." The king yelled from the throne as he raised his hand in the air.

"3"

"2"

The king started to count down, and I was starting to get a little anxious.

The air felt a little heavy as the knight looked like he was charging up. It was like I could feel the aura around him, which was making his hair flutter in the wind.

"1"

'I can win, right?'.

"Go!" the king shouted, and at the same time, the knight dashed from his position.

In an instant, he was right in front of me, with his fist hurling towards my face.

'Fast! That was too fast.'

The world seemed to slow down as my body instinctively moved by itself, barely dodging the fist with only a few centimeters gap.

And at the same time, I punched the knight around his stomach, which was defenseless as he was in the middle of a punch.

Bang!

The knight hit the barrier with amazing speed because of my punch.

At the same time, cracks started to appear on the barrier.

After falling down, he tried to get up, but there was blood flowing out of his mouth.

"You are truly as strong as they say." He said it with some struggle while wiping blood out of his mouth.

I stared at my fist, which moved by itself.

What happened? Muscle memory? Does my body remember the way Rylan Asehncroft used to fight because of muscle memory?

But more importantly, is he okay?

He was barely standing while coughing blood out, and there was a dent in his armor around the area that I punched.

Did he get an internal injury? And it didn't look like he wanted to tap out, even after that devastating punch.

It looked like he was about to charge up again, but the barrier was quickly removed.

"Let's stop the spar." The woman in the robe said.