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"Sure. I don't mind. I should be as strong as a Grand Knight."
The words Luke uttered echoed in Drius's mind as if reverberating off unseen walls.
'As strong as a Grand Knight.'
He was a Grand Knight, the fifteenth seat, no less.
He'd climbed the ranks through blood, sweat, and countless battles. And here was a man, practically a stranger, comparing himself to Drius.
Drius stared hard at the man who called himself Luke. The audacity of this stranger was astounding. To make such a bold claim, in the presence of the Lyma sisters, was unthinkable.
The nerve.
"I see," Drius finally said, his tone ice-cold.
He stood up, his chair scraping the marble floor as he did.
"In that case, I would like to challenge you to a spar, Luke. To see if you're as strong as you claim."
The room fell silent. Drius could see the surprise in the eyes of the sisters, but he didn't care.
