Staring at Cristian, who triumphantly raised Blade's head, Duke William Scarlet's lips twitched involuntarily.
"That bastard!" Zach hissed, his knuckles white as he gripped the chair's armrests tightly.
"I'd like to have a conversation with that young man. Can you arrange a meeting?" Duke Scarlet stroked his beard, his eyes fixed on Cristian.
"Yes, sir," a servant nodded and swiftly departed.
Lifting Wolf, Cristian left the arena, meeting his women who had rushed to join him.
"If it's about establishing our team's reputation, you've certainly accomplished that," Alessia said.
"You killed a Tier 4 in just two slashes. How is that even possible?" Catalina gasped, scrutinizing Cristian as if they were meeting for the first time.
"Mr. Cristian, the Duke requests a meeting," a man clad in linen gambeson of a red hue approached from behind Cristian, his tone signaling that a refusal wouldn't be tolerated.
