Bedevalus, the last noble knight. (Perversion)

Jervale's mind's eye fell upon the lower levels of the tower. There, he saw the one defender who was always ready for a fight. A knight with strikingly handsome features and fit musculature in polished golden mail with grand adornments was practicing strikes on dummy targets with a glimmering broadsword. Even as sweat stuck it to his head, his short brown hair seemed to shimmer over his two curved horns, each about nine inches long and curving straight upward.

"This is Bedevalus. As usual, he's hard at work early in the morning before breakfast, training his arms off. When's the last time you needed training to beat anyone, dumbass?

Let's get the good out of the way first. Bedevalus is a top-class warrior. If the Reality Crystal were to someday fail, he'd probably be the only one still capable of protecting the princess, and probably the only one with a streak of nobility stubborn enough to try it, too. That said...

I can't stand this guy. Any time you meet him, he's a polished picture of politeness. When you finally get him to break character and talk about his interests, it's training and fighting, fighting and training, 'the legendary fighter I bested,' 'the legendary creature I felled.' He's the worst.

Back when he was my opponent, even with the Reality Crystal at my disposal, he drove me to the brink. He made me actually break a sweat. Because of that, and his grating personality... I truly cursed this knight.

They call Bedevalus the last noble knight, and I have no doubt he believes it. For, you see, it has been quite some time since that noble jerk has had a worthy challenger... I wonder why, Bedevalus? Maybe it's because you bear the Curse of Perversion! This is one of the few things that still gives me a weird thrill to watch: this guy meets some powerful, intimidating foe who will finally give him the challenge he craves... and then, often after they've exchanged words but before they've exchanged blows, his opponents reveal themselves to have something else on their minds. In fact, were they ever really proud challengers? Inevitably, Bedevalus finds himself facing down a depraved and thirsty pervert his straight-laced personality is a poor fit to handle. Whatever tools of war they had brought to bear or decorations they once wore are all twisted to the service of transforming them into the kind of freakshow that makes you pass on the other side of the street, unless you're down for a really nasty time.

It brings me happiness to write that Jerkevalus hasn't had a proper battle and a worthy opponent for a hundred straight encounters now. On and on he trains, certain that the next fight will bring him a foe that will become a new tale in his now dusty tome of legendary war stories, and not another reason to awkwardly avert his gaze when I ask him 'How'd it go?'

Now there's a fast way to get rid of him...!"