Ryan nodded as though he were being controlled.
"Y-yes."
Old Master Lenort said, "If you and Draven were to fight, he would kill you and emerge victorious. You are no match for him, my boy."
"But…" Ryan breathed heavily. "I must… I have to..."
"You want to get revenge for your wife, is that it?" Old Master Lenort asked.
Ryan nodded. "Yes."
"Are you certain that he is responsible for your wife's death?" Old Master Lenort further probed.
"I am very certain, father," Ryan replied.
Old Master Lenort raised a brow and slowly smiled. "Then I might just have a way for you to do that."
He let go of Ryan's chin and stood up to his feet. Ryan darted his eyes towards him and watched as he walked over to his desk.
"Per the royal law book," Old Master Lenort began to speak. "It states that I can also add to the duel if I desire to. I'm the king after all, and it's my duty to make sure justice is served."
