"Good!! At least no one died," the black lord called out, a smile visible on his face. The rise of the blackberry family was still a thing of the future, but with it came the rise of this young man here.
It was good to have balance.
"As a gift, you automatically pass," the black lord smiled; he wanted to recruit Guilliman, but first he had to make some low-key arrangements so the nobles won't get their panties in a twist.
'There's also him.'
Turning to the silver-haired man, he calmly observed, then turned back.
"Let the competition go on!!" The Blacksteel lord said, a smile appearing on his face. This was only natural; the battles hadn't ended, just been stalled by the blackberry's antics.
And so the battle raged on, even Barthold and Jemie fought in quick succession, each winning with little to no obstacles.
