"Never steal again? Never! Screw that!!" The kid retorted in an angry fit.
"Then, I won't give you your wallet back," Lyrian retorted without hesitation.
Ounis was a witness to all of this, not saying a word as his head simply went back and forth as if he were in front of hit-the-mole.
"So you do have it then... fight me for it, you idiot!" The kid yelled, clenching his fists.
"Agree to the rules of the duel. If you don't steal again in your life, only then will I fight you."
As Lyrian said this, the kid began to shake with anger. In a low tone, he spoke, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Lyrian didn't say anything, allowing the boy to continue.
The boy spoke slowly. "You don't know me. I bet you don't know half of the struggles that real peasants have to go through... orphaned kids, you couldn't possibly know our struggle."
At this moment, although the boy's eyes and face showed a ruthless anger, he began to tear up.
