“What nonsense is…! Your joke is a little excessive, Your Majesty.”

Count Rudiger was appalled. He quickly took on a disgruntled expression.

“Joke? Have you forgotten who I am?” Eugene asked with a stiff expression.

“Hmm…” Count Rudiger flinched. He had made a mistake amidst the shock he had suffered. Regardless of the situation, there was no way a monarch of a country would make such a joke against the governor.

“Didn’t you make it clear? You wanted me to fight as an honorable knight and not as a member of the Dark Clan,” Eugene said.

“That’s true…”

“Who am I?” Eugene asked.

“What? You are the King of the Dukedom of Maren,” Count Rudiger responded.

“Then, where lies my honor as a knight?” Eugene asked once more.

“…!”

Count Rudiger hesitated before answering, “With the Dukedom of Maren.”

“That’s right. I am a knight who bears the honor of Maren. Fighting against the knights who represent Petrucca just for the sake of it? Does that make any sense to you?” Eugene asked.

“…”

Count Rudiger could not respond. Even he had to agree that it made no sense. The fight wouldn’t just be for simple entertainment. A monarch of a nation could not battle against representative...