Tristan drew the new Mithril sword he acquired as he walked to the center of the courtyard under the gaze of everyone. Faint huff of breath could be seen coming out of his mouth as the cold winter made them visible to see.
Even though the performance the Arcadian King showcased against the four masters told him that the fight would be far from the word easy, Tristan still had to accept no matter what he thought nor felt about the former's machinations.
Firstly, although there was only a sliver, or rather, nearly nonexistent chance of him winning this fight, it was still a good opportunity for Tristan to free himself and his sister at once, in the off-chance that he managed to win the fight.
Secondly, Tristan believed this person, the Arcadian King, would always be his obstacle now and in the future. He just had a hunch about it.
