"Bang~"
On the tournament grounds, two knights wielding lances charged straight into each other.
The lances were made of applewood.
They struck the opposing shields, and the lanceheads shattered.
Under the force of the powerful impact,
the knight with the lion-faced crest was thrown from his horse.
Cheers immediately erupted from the tournament grounds.
"As expected of a descendant of the Robinson Family."
"Well done!"
"Good heavens, ten consecutive victories! A ten-win streak on the very first day!"
"The Robinson Family has already fallen into decline. With ten consecutive victories, he'll definitely ask the king for a fief."
"What a lucky bastard!"
On both sides of the tournament grounds,
the commoners' seats erupted in cheers for Young Robinson.
On the nobles' side,
however, things were much calmer.
Unlike the commoners,
the nobles knew Robinson's background.
He was the vice commander of the Sixth Prince's Iron Hand Mercenary Group.
His strength was that of a High-Grade Magic Crystal Warrior.
He possessed abundant combat experience.
He had ventured deep into dangerous forests to hunt magical beasts more than once.
After following the Sixth Prince,
he had gone to the front lines of the Duchy of Hastings and become the commander of the Guard Cavalry of the Iron Hand Knight Order.
His most glorious achievement had been leading three hundred mercenary knights deep into the Hastings Kingdom.
They had broken through thirteen noble castles in succession.
At one point, Hastings had even placed a bounty of three hundred thousand gold coins on him.
It was just that none of these accomplishments had been made public.
The commoners knew nothing of Young Robinson, this hero.
They still believed he was merely a Rogue Knight from the fallen Robinson Family.
Little did they know that he had already grown strong enough to easily rebuild the