A System Is Always Trying to Harm the Master

The earl's second son was young. Though they were equal in rank, he was a notch weaker in combat technique and was swiftly defeated.

In the battles that followed, Bronze Peak Knights appeared one after another, and eventually even Silver Initial-Rank Knights took the stage.

Many Royal Knights also stepped up to compete, hoping to win this rare beauty.

The contest went on for over half an hour, and gradually, fewer and fewer people came forward.

After all, those who had reached Silver Knight rank yet remained unmarried could only be the offspring of great nobles, along with a handful of outstanding knights from the Royal Knights.

Among the children of minor nobles, unless they were truly extraordinarily gifted, few could become Silver Knights at such a young age.

"What a bore. Are there really only this many Silver Knights? Then I won't wait any longer!" Just as the last Silver Initial-Rank Knight defeated all his opponents and no one dared take the stage, a gorgeously dressed young man shoved through the crowd and swaggered onto the platform.

"Mons, don't you already have a fiancée?" The moment this young man appeared, the expressions of the young noble heirs on the high platform immediately turned ugly, and the venue erupted into an uproar.

"Haha! You said it yourself—she's only my fiancée! I can just call off the engagement when I get back! That future queen of the Onyx Principality is quite pretty. I'm planning to claim her for myself!" The young man named Mons laughed loudly, utterly unconcerned.

"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"

"That's right! He has a fiancée and still comes up to compete! As expected of Pervert Mons!"

"Pervert Mons!"

For a moment, the young noble heirs throughout the venue cursed him one after another. Some even called out Mons's nickname.