Villainous Husband [Ofline Reading Only]

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Neigh, neigh, neighh, neighhh—!

A large, ferocious steed of Actilus’ pride raised its forelegs menacingly. The paladin, who proposed the jousting match, was rather overwhelmed by the momentum. Although he tried not to show it, he couldn’t hide his pale face.

As the powerful horse abruptly jumped up and down in excitement, the Captain of the Knights of Actilus pulled the reins with a smile, confident that he had won the battle.

The match began in an atmosphere that was unbelievably intense for the purpose of friendship.

Raniero Actilus was sitting in a very good seat with the best view of everything.

In fact, it was quite unusual for him to sit there. Usually, when this happened, he would be clad in his armor and picked up his weapon before anyone else. Even if three or five well-trained men attacked him, he was able to handle it with ease. He enjoyed overpowering opponents in unfavorable conditions.

The same was true of the people who followed him. The victory was proof that God Actilla blessed them, so there was no reason not to be excited.

However, Raniero has decided to be in the spectator’s position today.

The seat next to him was empty.

A long tall spear was swung with tremendous force as the horses were excited by the sharply pulled reins and went wild. The Temple of Tunia’s paladin would have used organized tactics in a much calmer environment than this.

While the horse and the rider managed to hold onto their trust in each other, they seemed embarrassed by the unfamiliar situation. As long as Actilus had the atmosphere, it was safe to say that victory was also held in their direction.

Even though the crowd was small, the shouts were more vociferous than ever—screams, cries and swearing enveloped with the sound of metal clashing. Not only that, but the sound of heavy and sharp objects piercing through the air as the sound of horseshoes stomping as if they would split the ground and dust resonated.

All of those were usually the things that made Raniero’s blood boil.

When he was shrouded with such things, he was more beautiful than ever, seething with passion. His red eyes glow with a deafening flame and scattered light.

But today, for some reason, a cold feeling of something did not heighten even by his favorite things.

“Keuuk!”

As one paladin suddenly fell off the horse, he hurriedly rolled on the floor so as to avoid being trampled on by the horseshoes.

The audience rallied and stomped their feet in unison.

“Step on him! Step on him! Step on him! Step on him…!”

Amid the heat of excitement heating up everywhere, Raniero only glanced away from the arena with an expressionless expression.