Lucy's cheeks suddenly tinted red, a little, nothing to notice. She coughed. "Danielle Von Zadkiel and Daemon Von Zadkiel. They are both competing."
"Oh?" A disappointed sigh escaped Viper's lips. "That is unfortunate."
"It seems that they're quite popular amongst the lords and princelings of the four kingdoms. Even among some of our own people," Lucy added looking at Viper curiously. "They're considered very talented. Especially, Danielle, she's very skilled. She's good with blades."
The old man sighed. "We have a tournament of the century planned. This is supposed to be the most skilled and powerful generation after the Age of Heroes." He pushed back the chair and stood up. "Make sure the security is tightened. I don't want some cult fanatics to run around and ruin the tournament that is for the supposed unity of the so-called kings' fragile emotions."
