I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 47

Heliosphere stepped onto the round platform where knights fought, using both sword and magic.

Around the platform stood barrier pillars at even intervals, built to stop magical aftershocks from flying outside.

But there wasn’t a single knight in the Order who did not know Heliosphere had once frozen those same pillars and shattered the barriers themselves.

Because of that, everyone looked at Brave with complex expressions.

Feeling those stares, and the heavy air around him, Brave—who was already waiting with sword in hand—could no longer keep his irritation inside.

Shameful. Disgrace. Do not hold a sword, ruffian.

With a calm face, Heliosphere muttered those words again and again inside his mind.

“You’re late, Heliosphere! You call yourself a knight?!”

Brave’s face turned red, full of rage, fury, anger—simply burning with frustration.

Yet when he shouted if Heliosphere was even worthy to be a knight, the air around Heliosphere suddenly lost all warmth.

The only one who noticed was Fleck, and since nothing had started yet, he could only keep watching.

“I’ll return those words back to you, Lord.”

The voice did not sound like it came from a living being with body heat.

All around, people shivered, unable to stop their trembling.

“Enough chatter! Draw your sword, Heliosphere!”

“…Haah…”

Lord Rocca already knew that no words would matter anymore, and he gave up.

He gave up, yet Heliosphere did not send his hand to his waist where his sword should be.
Instead, he stretched his hand out—toward Brave.

What?

That gesture made everyone question.

And in the very next instant, ice blossoms bloomed.

Beautiful flowers, countless and countless, spread in a smile, stealing the warmth of the world.

In a blink, a white mist below freezing covered everything, and the sun disappeared. It was only cold.

It had been a summer’s day, yet—ah, so cold.

In the heart of the freezing mist, Heliosphere was holding something.

It was a sword of ice.

A frozen blade that could turn even flames into ice.

Loran understood at once—if he clashed with that sword even once, both blade and body, even his magic, would freeze. He shivered and hurried to call out.

“Sir Torino, are you alright? Come behind me.”

Loran was truly a knight—he never hesitated to protect the weak. Even if that weak one was Fleck, the so-called delinquent noble son, there was no discrimination.

Besides, Loran trusted more in what he himself saw and felt than in rumors. And the Fleck he had actually met was simply a frail civil official who needed protection.

“No, no, I don’t need your concern, Lord Plut. Compared to the eastern Demon Wasteland front, this trace of Lord Rocca’s magic is nothing more than a breeze.”

Loran had thought too much about Fleck’s weak health as a civil official, so the word Wasteland made his eyes go distant.

“Ah… the Demon Wasteland front… I see…”

He himself had suffered horribly once on the southern Demon Wasteland front.

Heliosphere had looked fine at the time, but most of the knight apprentices had been left with trauma. The memory flashed back sharply.

Seeing Loran’s strange look, Fleck only gave a light smile.

“Well, that’s the kind of place it was. I’m used to it.”

Thin, small, yet carrying such a brave spirit—Loran felt true respect for Fleck from the bottom of his heart.