But Draven did not answer him. His expression was impassive as always, unwavering.
Old Master Lenort chuckled. He slanted his face close to his ears and whispered, "Do yourself some good and learn when to give up on certain things."
"I am not dumb, Père," Draven finally responded in a barely audible tone.
"Since the entertainment is over." Old Master Lenort abruptly pulled back and turned to face the crowd. "We will move on to the main reason for this ceremony."
"The duel will be taking place in the Arena," he announced. "So follow me."
He turned around and began to exit the hall toward the arena next door.
The guests got up from their seats with their faces brimming with excitement. Their smiles were broadened, leading to their eyes narrowing and their cheeks rising.
