Not Your Perfect Prince
Small Tricks

Flint who heard Reinhart's words looked furious. His face was dark with anger. He tightly gripped the spear in his hand and looked at the silver-haired youth on the other side of the field.

"I think I'm overdoing it ..."

Reinhart mumbled softly. Glancing at Flint, he was sure that his opponent was already not thinking about level limits. It seemed to be planning to attack with all its might!

"Match starts in count, three, two, one ... Get started!"

Swooshes!

Flint immediately shot towards Reinhart then slammed the spear ferociously.

Possessing a flat expression, Reinhart jumped back. But just then, Flint's cruel voice instantly sounded.

"Earth magic ... Earth spike!"

When the spear slammed against the ground, the ground instantly surged. A mound of earth appeared and formed a pointed nail that directly pierced towards Reinhart.

Seeing that the level 1 magic was done well and naturally, Reinhart narrowed her eyes.

The sharp end of the ground cone was eyeing Reinhart's neck, but the young man immediately dodged to the side. Before feeling relaxed, Flint's figure reappeared while swinging the spear horizontally.

"Earth magic ... Sharp's edge!"

The spear eyes were directly coated with a yellow-colored magic energy, making the spear seem even sturdier and sharper.

Swooshes! Klang's!

Reinhart swung his sword. Spears and swords clashed. As a result, Reinhart's figure bounced back a few steps. He lines up on the ground, Reinhart's former legs being dragged backwards. However, the young man still stood firm. Even looks indifferent.

"Ck ..."

Reinhart. The young man had not expected that the training he had received from Professor Elin had actually increased his strength even in such a short period of time.

If it was before, Reinhart sure had to reply to magic with magic. Now, however, he seemed to still be quite resistant against magic relying on his physical skills alone.

'As expected of the demon bloodline. The sturdiness of his body was not inferior to the earth mage.'

Reinhart thought of admiring himself. But considering that the demon bloodline was a double-edged sword, the young man could only sigh deeply.

'I really have to master this ability immediately in one year.'

"You've lost focus!!!"

Flint's figure is chasing Reinhart. The young man was still using the Sharp Edge skill, a level 2 earth element auxiliary magic.

Realizing that he was still fighting, Reinhart who saw the sharp tip about to hit his neck immediately dodged. But due to being late, the spear in Flint's hand still injured his right shoulder.

Instead of slashing back, Reinhart slightly jumped back. His left hand stretched forward, making a motion pointing with two fingers towards Flint.

Blue and white flashes collect on the tips of two fingers. Seeing that, Flint realized that Reinhart was intending to shoot with the level 1 lightning magic, Lightning bolt.

Utilizing a slight pause, Flint was about to re-swing the spear, but ...

Bang out!

Instead of being fired, the lightning at Reinhart's fingertips exploded. White light instantly engulfed the area around him.

The surprised Flint felt his vision disappear, his head buzzing with dizziness. Before he could regain consciousness, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist. His body suddenly lost its balance and fell.

"You lost."

Hearing Reinhart's words, Flint and the disciples finally came to a realization. They stared towards the young man with astonished, and confused expressions.

To them, Reinhart clearly appeared to be using the Lightning bolt skill. But the magic had instead turned into a small-scale explosion of light. It looks like a failed magic, but it also feels not a failure. It confuses them.

Reinhart did not want to explain.

Basically, he did use lightning bolt magic. But in this one week, the young man experimented and made the magic with his own abilities. Unlike lightning bolts that attacked and injured, the magic he used was completely harmless. Only, it was still very useful for surprise attacks.

Yes ... Reinhart created the skill based on flashbang references in his previous life.

Although not a powerful magic, but such a trick is still very useful depending on its use.

"You cheated! You're just lucky to be able to utilize a failed magic!"

Not accepting the sudden drop, Flint pointed at Reinhart's face with a face full of anger.

Seeing Flint and the many doubtful disciples, Sir John suddenly said.

"Winner Reinhart. No matter the reason, in the end you lose, Flint. A true knight must not make much excuses.

Defeat is defeat!"

"But—"

"No word but!"

Hearing Sir John's words, Reinhart sheathed her sword with a blank expression on her face. The young man then turned around to go towards the sidelines. I want to rest and think about something else.

Meanwhile, Sir John who was staring at Reinhart raised the corner of his lips.

'Switchy boy.'

Although there was no noble etiquette fighting elegantly and honestly, it was even more akin to an accomplished thief trick.

No matter the way, in reality, the end result is the most important.

That's why Sir John thinks Reinhart won. He clearly saw that the young man had deliberately trapped Flint. Deliberately making Flint go berserk and unfocused. In the end, before Flint had time to use level 3 magic or higher ...

Drop it with a little trick!

Sensing a gaze filled with doubt, admiration, envy, even hatred directed at him, Reinhart sat in his place with an indifferent expression.

The young man actually felt very clear. From ability, he was not at all too far away compared to Flint. But the young man understood, many young men or disciples could be said to have sufficient level and strength, but his execution in battle was bad.

Reinhart herself did not know if it was because they were too pampered or too confident. To be sure, he felt that his strength was still lacking. The young man clearly felt that he was still fragile. Like an ant in the eyes of actual experts.

So, rather than being proud of defeating his enemy, Reinhart thought of many things and his own shortcomings.

Glancing towards the wound on his shoulder, the young man let out a long sigh.

'I really still lack focus and careless.'

>> Connect.