Despite the heavy downpour of rain and dark storm looming in the air, Nox's words echoed both in the mysterious realm and the arena.
The duke's expression, though hidden by the veil, had darkened considerably. If one were able to see his face, they might have even noticed a trace of hurt in his eyes.
"W-what sort of weapon is that?" the duke thought, his arms trembling as he realized something. "I lost... I lost the tournament."
Duke Felix didn't need to wait for the fight to end. From Hendrix's current state, he could tell the Cromwells had already won the tournament. However, losing the tournament and giving up one hundred percent of all the resources from his dukedom didn't hurt nearly as much as... losing his title as a duke!
The duke clenched his fist as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. He muttered under his breath, "Things would have been much easier with this title... Now it seems I have to start from scratch all over again. Tsk."
