A voice halted, "Wait," and the envoy from the Marquess of Ainhars ceased his advance.
"Is this a competition, or a duel?"
Arthur asked with a smile on his face.
"It's certainly a competition—we have no deadly feud, and a duel would only harm my nobility's honor."
Kalal replied as though it were obvious.
"Hmm, since it's a competition, what's your stake?
Just now, Jimte brought out the stake of 'letting my fleet pass through Seberlin Port tax-free.' Surely you can offer something similar?"
Arthur nodded slightly, speaking in a soft, gentle voice, but his words caused the envoy's face to change.
"Of course not!
However, this is a matter of great importance; I need to consider it carefully!"
Having said this, the envoy from the Marquess of Ainhars sheathed his sword and turned to mount his horse again.
Everyone saw the noble's embarrassment and inner timidity.
In everyone's eyes, a hint of mockery and scorn appeared.
But Jimte was different.
