Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 120: Lambert vs Goliath

In parallel with Narinder's excursion, Goliath was lying comfortably on his bed, his expression relaxed and somewhat lazy as he enjoyed the luxury of being respected and pampered by the cult. Even without the sun shining, he imagined what a perfect afternoon would be like: lying under its warm rays, while one of the cultists fanned him with a large, cool leaf. The thought made him smile with self-sufficiency, feeling deserving of every attention and comfort they gave him in this new life as mortals.

In the midst of that fantasy, he heard the door of his cabin open. Seeing Lambert enter, he gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Aren't you bored of wanting to be at home all day?" Lambert asked, giving him a playful look.

Goliath, without losing his mocking tone, answered: "I thought it would be the dog who would come to bring me food."

Lambert rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Oh come on, Narinder made you immortal. Are you really planning to spend eternity like this?"

Goliath shrugged, as if he didn't care. "Nah, it'll only be a century or two. I was a very dedicated god to my cult, and this is my vacation."

Lambert smiled slyly, pulling out his secret card. "Look! The carpenters already have your practice weapons ready." And, raising a wooden sword, he showed it before the goat's eyes.

Goliath sat up a little, his interest piqued. Taking the sword in his hands, he began to play with it, testing its weight and moving it curiously as he lay on the bed. "It's a shame I no longer have the strength and endurance of a god. Now I have the strength and endurance of a mere mortal," he commented, letting a hint of nostalgia show through.

Lambert watched him with a serene smile. "And what do you want to fight for? There are no bishops in this world anymore. Narinder is the only true god."

Goliath fell into thought, turning the sword in his hands, and finally smirked. "It's more for fun. I guess even I need a little action after all."

Lambert looked at him with a spark of excitement in his eyes, an idea forming in his mind. "Well, if it's action you want, I suppose we could spar," he proposed with an intriguing smile.

Goliath, who was still sitting on the bed, let out a mocking laugh, as if what Lambert had said was the best joke of the day. "Ahhh, good joke, really," he mocked, waving his hand. "I appreciate the intention, but Narinder made it clear to me that I can hurt whoever I want, except him and you."

Lambert stared at him unblinkingly, his eyes holding the challenge in silence.

Goliath continued with a provocative smile. "Besides, why would I want to crush God's favorite toy? Unlike you, I am strong. I killed my Narinder, and you did not," he finished, gloating in his victory.

Lambert remained calm, but his eyes now glittered with a defiant air. His smile grew more malicious, and in a controlled voice, he replied, "You have no idea of ​​my strength. I did not fight my Narinder. Perhaps, at the time, I could have defeated him, but I chose to hand over the crown to him willingly." He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Besides..." His lips curved into a sharp smile. "I have a suspicion that you are afraid of me."

Goliath's expression immediately changed, his pride wounded and irritation bubbling within him. Without another word, he rose from the bed and took up the wooden sword, gritting his teeth in a cocky grin. "I hope your fluffy white wool holds up well to blows," he said mockingly, adjusting his purple cloak over his shoulders and jingling his silver bell as if it were a sign of defiance.

Lambert, unfazed, smiled and imitated him with a graceful gesture, adjusting his red cloak and touching the golden bell he wore around his neck. "Then let's have a duel now. Let's go out and use the wooden swords," he declared, his tone as determined as the look he gave the goat.