"Truly ridiculous," Theos raised his voice, pressing Alan with his own Mana.
All the nobles took a step back, watching the spectacle.
After all, it is a duel of young men, so they had no right to interrupt, and least of all against Theos, an heir of a Duke.
"Agh, stop being a coward and get down from there," Alan shouted at the top of his lungs, his ribs and bones beginning to clench and crush his very organs.
The look of panic flashed through his eyes, then turned to determination, gripping the sword so tightly that blood began to pour from his hands.
'Ha, it's the same protagonist of the story... A total fool and stupid', thought Theos, still with an indifferent look, he went down the stairs with total tranquility and serenity.
A man in a suit and a tie was waiting for him; with a tool, he brought it close to Theos, and then the device gave the green light.
