This was meddling. This was different from before when they had been fighting three-on-three. They had tacitly agreed to a one-on-one fight, and the people around them had agreed to it when they had all moved over to the sidelines to watch. Even Jerome, who was utterly loyal to Milton, hadn’t intervened even when he knew that Milton was at a disadvantage. It was all for the honor of his lord.

But no one thought the Empire would intervene, not to mention, this was Duke Hector Sebastian. He was THE knight that every knight in the continent, and not just those in the Empire, who held a sword in their hand, respected and looked up to. But he had dirted his honor and intervened in the duel. Perhaps he still had some conscience left since he didn’t try to kill Milton.

Without a word, Jerome approached to examine Milton’s condition and to help him up. Then he stared fiercely at both Duke Sebastian and Duke Schweiker.

“......”

“......”

Neither of them could say a single word of apology. A teacher who had taught to treat honor with importance and a disciple who respected that lesson. What could the two of them dare say?

They could do nothing until Jerome had assisted Milton back to their side of the battlefield. Their shame was too great to even consider attacking Jerome to prioritize their own benefits from...