Tristan's defeat was much swifter and harder than he ever imagined.
He tried his best, giving his absolute all, but was still defeated. He never liked to lose before, but these days, he felt losing irritated him even more.
Surprisingly, after his defeat, the king did not say anything more about their fight.
The king merely lowered his sword and approached the Vanyar queen to whisper a few words before leaving. Tristan tried to discern what they were saying, but this time, the queen's expression gave nothing away. Afterward, they all left the courtyard.
Master Ortiz approached him and offered a hand, which Tristan gladly took. After all, his body was currently severely wounded.
"You did really well, Tristan." The master nodded in approval.
"Seriously? I was defeated… I can't even do that simple damn thing!"
"I understand your anger, but let's just get your wounds treated first, alright?"
