A group of people gathered at the border of the Rheinperle and Laylark territories, near the iron mine responsible for the dispute.

“He’s being discourteous. How could he be so late?”

Baron Laylark had an impressive silhouette and a handsome, gray beard. Einst Jeneger replied.

“The duel’s set for noon, so we still have some time left. Please don’t be impatient.”

“Ugh. I know it’s noon, but shouldn’t we exchange greetings as neighbors before the duel at the very least? It’s reprehensible for him to casually stroll in at the last minute and only take care of his business.”

Einst Jeneger scoffed at Baron Laylark’s words. He didn’t have the right to complain, considering he was the one rushing in to stake his claim over the newly discovered iron mine. However, Einst needed to maintain his neutrality today, and so he held his tongue.

“Raiden.”

“Yes, father.”

“Make sure you put him in his place – so that he doesn’t cause us trouble in the future.”

At the baron’s words, his second son, Raiden Laylark, wordlessly lifted his sword. His confident eyes showed he thought victory was already in his grasp.

This could have been considered arrogant, but none of the people gathered here doubted Raiden Laylark’s victory. Aside from the...