“Hmm?”

Count Louvre’s expression changed several times while listening to Morgan’s story. Of course, he had no intentions of reproaching or admonishing his eldest son and heir. They were in Edgel, the capital city of the Great Territory of Alice. Even nobles from the imperial had to show sufficient respect towards the Louvre family and the High Lord.

“…and that’s what happened. So.”

“Okay, I will take care of it.”

Count Louvre nodded slightly and spoke towards Argos, who was still staring with a hungering expression.

“I recognize you as the winner of the dueling competition. However, the final match between the victors of the two competitions will be postponed until the afternoon due to the unpleasantness that just transpired. So until then, go take a break.”

The audience began to mutter quietly at Count Louvre’s words.

“What? They just have to get on with it, why the delay?”

“How would I know?”

“What else would it be? The High Lord is being generous to the black tiger.”

“Well, that’s true. Once you’re past a certain age, it would be a bit too much to fight consecutively.”

“Right, we can’t let His Grace Morgan be labeled as someone who won in a cowardly manner by fighting an exhausted old man. He needs to win honorably as the heir of the High Lord.”

A smile appeared on Morgan’s mouth as he overheard the whisperings of the...