The guests in the hall were unusually silent, as if after the order for the duel had been given, everyone forgot how to breathe.
Until Doyle reached a hand out to grab Thales' wine glass!
He brazenly and willfully chugged the entire glass of wine under everyone's surprised gaze.
Doyle tossed the wine glass away and took a deep breath as the glass shattered.
Regaining his composure, he looked at Anker's attire.
In the next second, Doyle methodically removed his royal guard leather armor and protective gear with a blank expression on his face.
"Proc, my sword."
Procca hesitated, but eventually handed over the confiscated weapon under Mallos' gaze.
"This won't be a straightforward duel—both sides are seeking defeat instead of victory, hoping to die rather than live,"
Mallos walked up to Doyle as the latter was making the final preparations, and said softly, "Are you ready?"
In his seat, Thales clenched his fists.
