"Are you ready?
Yes, His Highness Maverice said confidently that Master Sellew would listen.
"Naturally! If you're the one running, you're on your way now, right?
"I won't run away to this extent or anything. Above all, I'm not going to leave until you can undo what you just said."
Apparently Master Selew is quite angry. Well, I can appreciate how unbearable Mephi feels about being looked down on, and I can understand... and I was just a little concerned that His Highness Maverice would stick around like this.
I wonder if I could stick to strength in such a hurry... and as I made such a guess, Master Sellew turned his gaze to this one.
"Duke of Fall. Please."
"I understand. Then let me be present. Start when you give the signal. And victory or defeat will make the opponent admit defeat, or when the victory is confirmed from my presence."
"Don't be shy!
"Yes, of course. Then get started."
On that signal, they set up a wooden knife with each other. It was His Royal Highness Maverice who set me up first. The cluttered movement pushes him into Master Sew, but regardless of the extent of the attack, Master Sew takes it without any shaking.
"Not yet!"
That's how they make a series of attacks, but none of them became a threat to Master Sellew. I've been working out. It would not be frightening to the extent of children's play. Even so, if royalty should be learning decent swordsmanship, His Highness Maverice's fat muscles only looked amateurish.
I had been under attack by His Highness Mabelis for a while, Master Sellew said to His Highness Mabelis, who flashed his wooden knife like a little shudder.
"His Highness the Maveriss. Would you like to end up around here?
Don't be ridiculous! You're not done fighting yet!
"It doesn't make sense to do any more."
"That's not true! I'll definitely let you win!
"Duke of Fall. Let's do it, shall we?
That's what they asked me, so I just thought about it a little bit before I said it.
"As far as I'm concerned, we already have a battle... but Dear Selieu, sometimes it's important to make your opponent understand defeat perfectly"
"If the Duke of Fall says so, shall we continue?"
"Damn it! Don't taste it!
That's how I confront Master Sellew again with a wooden knife, but there's no sign of ever hitting him. It goes without saying that as His Royal Highness Maverice gradually took away his health as well, Lady Sellew won it all without showing any fatigue.
Nevertheless, I was only slightly fond of the attitude of standing up to him over and over again. Because no human being can do it properly, even if it looks like a waste of evil.
His Highness Maverice, sitting on the ground from exhaustion, seemed to give up one case, but his eyes never gave up.