"The final duel will be between mister Devios from the kingdom of Bellcephora and mister George from the Heavenly Archer sect!"
The teacher announced in a loud voice and even the loud students dissatisfied with the previous draw went silent with anticipation.
"Well then. I'm off."
The blue-haired young man with one murky-black eye smiled at the particularly pitiful-looking white-as-snow woman who was sitting timidly on a bench.
"Come back soon."
She asked him in a voice so vulnerable and sweet that for a second Devios was going to forfeit the match just to take care of her.
But alas...
"Sorry, I don't intend on killing my opponent, so it will probably take a little bit. I will make it up to you afterward."
The duty called, and as the person to whom everyone from the group of magicians looked up to as their leader, Devios could not show any weakness.
"You better do that, stupid Vio."
Metavicero murmured without looking the young man in the face.
