Jerusalem.

It hadn't been long, yet this city had already regained its prosperity.

On the streets, pilgrims speaking various languages gazed at the city with devotion and awe.

Losa wore a Flying Winged Lobster Helmet, which was a Winged Cavalry Helmet adorned with wings on both sides.

This was the reward for the Winged Cavalry Commander, allowing his steed underneath to have endless stamina.

Very practical.

But not very useful.

Unless he had a Dragon Rider.

But unfortunately, as a Dragon Descendant, after fully awakening his Dragon Bloodline, he had the ability to transform into a Giant Dragon.

But he couldn't ride himself.

Dressed in a pitch-black Dragon Scale Armor, Losa didn't stand out too much.

Yet, the unique and unified appearance of the Winged Cavalry still attracted quite a bit of attention.

Many faces showed expressions of amazement.

"What are they saying?"

Losa shook his head and said, "I don't understand either."

On the continent, the mainstream languages were Latin and the Germanic languages.

The kingdoms on the Iberian Peninsula, such as Castile, Leon, and Portugal, were actually countries pioneered by the Crusaders of Albion and Gaul.

But even though these were the mainstream languages, it didn't mean Losa could understand what they were saying.

Each place had its own dialect; Low German, which was similar to Albion's language, but when compared to High German, it sounded like a completely different language.

Following the flow of people.

"Is today some special festival? Why are there so many people?"

Losa instructed a Winged Cavalryman, "Potter, go and find out."

Potter immediately dismounted and squeezed into the crowd.

A long time passed.

Potter came back, out of breath, sweating profusely from being squeezed in the crowd: "I heard that it's because Baron Mongisa wants to challenge His Majesty the King's court advisor."

Losa frowned: "Don't rush, catch your breath first, then speak slowly."

This court advisor turns out to be Miss Nishaya, the student of the Witch Anna.

Baron Mongisa was an old acquaintance of Losa's, originally Guy de Lusignan, who in history had married Princess Sibilla and acquired the title of King of Jerusalem.

"So it's that old ill-fated fellow."

Losa had an inexplicable expression. Guy had lost to Baron Godfrey's son, Berian, in the last duel.

This caused him to miss the opportunity to marry Princess Sibilla.

This time, he had his eyes on the young witch Nishaya, but this young witch was so troubled by his pursuit that she declared she would only agree to Guy's courtship if he could defeat her.

Thus, this duel was arranged.

Furin sneered, "Is this Guy an idiot? Nishaya, at least, is the prized student of Anna; how can an ordinary person possibly deal with her?"

Losa shook his head: "He's not exactly an idiot; marrying a witch could be a great advantage for him and for the backing Empress Faction."

There might also be some overt and covert battles involved here.

For example, Nishaya's teacher is a princess of the Ducas Family and comes from the same lineage as Empress Ragaya of the Eastern Empire.

While the Ducas Family had a long history of intermarriage and cooperation with the previous royal family of the Eastern Empire, the Komnenos Family, they were not of one mind.

At least, the Komnenos Family was unhappy to see the power of the Eastern Empire held by Empress Ragaya from the Ducas Family.

Empress Maria Komnenos, who favored the Noble Faction and was the wife King Amalric married later, along with her daughter Princess Isabella, clearly would not gain support from the Ducas Family.

Guy's pursuit of Nishaya was possibly a probe by the Empress Dowager (Empress Angenise's) faction to seek support from the Eastern Empire.

In reality, Losa was overthinking it.

His rise, in the eyes of many jealous nobles in the Holy Land, was attributed to the aid of a witch. So Guy's courtship of Nishaya was actually a personal endeavor.

He wanted to duplicate Losa's path to success.

His backing Empress Faction was also happy to see this happen.

"Come on, let's go watch the excitement."

Losa spurred his mount.

...

Baldwin IV held a scepter and sat on the throne at the top of the Knight's Duel Arena.

His expression was serious; in fact, he was opposed to this duel.

He didn't want this little witch by his side to step forward so openly. In this Holy Land with its intense religious atmosphere, who knew what consequences this might cause?

Although the Church claimed the power of witches also originated from the Creator's miracles, in practice, the Church was reverently distant from witches.

This involved a struggle for divine authority, more serious than the doctrinal disputes between the Public Church of Pope City and the Orthodox Church of Constantinople.

If witches were deemed "saintesses," then what role was there for the Church?

Is it the witches or the Pope who have the final say?

Archbishop William of Tyr shouted, "This is an honorable duel witnessed by the Heavenly Father. Miss Nishaya from Constantinople will use the Divine Art given by our Father to summon a knight to engage in a knightly duel with Baron Mongisa, Knight Guy from Lusignan."

The onlookers had various expressions.

Some clergy heavily frowned upon Archbishop William's words; if both relied on the Father's Divine Art, if one knight won, wouldn't it imply that the Father's power was limited?

Archbishop William continued, "At the same time, it's a test of Knight Guy by the Heavenly Father. Only by successfully passing such a test can he prove his piety and perseverance, qualifying him to pursue Miss Nishaya."

After speaking, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Let it begin."

Beside Baldwin IV.

The little witch, holding a magic staff and clad in a black robe, softly chanted a spell.

With a loud neigh of a warhorse.

A semi-transparent knight, clad in armor and gripping a lance, appeared in the arena.

The knight swung the lance in his hand, smiling and saying, "Miss Nishaya, it is an honor to represent you in facing this brute's challenge before us."

Guy, unwilling to show weakness, said, "Enough with the nonsense, come on then."

He donned his helmet, drew down the visor, and with the help of an attendant, gripped his kite shield and lance.

Sweat seeped into his palm.

Fighting a witch, to say there was no pressure would be impossible.

But thinking that this duel was ultimately a knightly battle he was familiar with, in an area he excelled in, a cavalry battle, he believed he stood a chance.

After all, if he could win a witch as his wife, his future position within the Empress Faction would surely soar.

Just like that Losa!

Thinking about the series of victories Losa had recently won, territorial expansions, the acquisition of Alandler, Eira Port, Philorn—each territory was several times more prosperous than his small city of Mongisa.

His heart was filled with both jealousy and impotence.

Bang—

Opposite him.

The summoned semi-transparent knight's steed pawed at the ground.

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