He had responded to Eltuan’s words without much thought right before the battle with the Troll King, when he had been prepared to die. But Karuta was embarrassed to fight against someone who might be accidentally smashed to death if he wasn’t able to control his strength properly.

‘What if she really wants to fight? How embarrassing would that be!?’

Eltuan was still looking at him with fierce eyes. After stealing a glance, Karuta sighed inwardly.

It was not a matter of winning or losing.

Even if he won, he would become a disgraceful orc who beat up a girl, and if he lost, though it was obviously impossible, it would be the biggest shame in history. His son, or even his grandson, would talk about the shame that their predecessor brought onto them.

No one would remember that he beat up numerous trolls and ogres. The only thing left to his name would be that he was beaten by a woman.

Therefore, Karuta avoided Eltuan.

You didn’t steer clear of shit because it was scary, but rather because it was dirty. Of course, in this case, he was a little scared of what might happen if he stepped on the manure.

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