"Forget about it. I'm not going to fight you anymore. I'll be the first to say that I am no match for you! Your progress is far too rapid. You have gone from being not my match to being able to smash me in just two years. The Sword Saint, I believe, is the only person in the kingdom who can take you head-on."
Sylvan waved his hand dejectedly after he heard Watson's words.
The dignified border count had bowed his head and admitted defeat to a 12-year-old boy. It would be great if that were heard anywhere in the kingdom. That sort of behavior was fairly common on Mount Creation.
"I have heard Lord Sylvan and Master talk about the Sword Saint. Is he a powerful man?" Watson inquired.
