"D… duel?"
There was a certain chill crawling through Alain's entire body as he stared at Zac. Just a few more feet and he could escape.
But what exactly was he thinking? To run from a duel in front of all his classmates—no, why would he even run?
"..." Alain then turned to look at his classmates, only to see them whispering with each other, some even smiling at him in shame. But of course, all of this was just an imagination caused by his panicking mind, no one was really laughing at him; there wasn't even a word whispering in the air, none at all.
Zac, who was standing at the door and blocking it completely, could not help but just shake his head and sigh.
As a member and officer of the Order of the Grand Militia, Sanctions Duels are sacred. A 'break your promise with your lover, just not a duel' kind of sacred.
