Clatter! 

The man took heavy breaths as he collapsed to the ground of the meadow.

“Your body is like that of a monster’s. I cannot defeat you.”

He was the Sword of the Empire, the commander of the royal knights, Hart. His precious armor was fragmented all over.

“Congratulations, Player. It is your victory.”

Despite his genuine word of congratulations, Seo Jun-Ho didn’t look pleased when he looked down at the knight. He felt an indescribable sense of emptiness.

“Even though you won the duel, you still lost,” the Frost Queen said plainly.

‘She’s right.’ 

He still lost. Her contradictory statement was true.

‘If my stats weren’t this much higher than Sir Hart’s, I would have lost.’ 

Seo Jun-Ho was frustrated.

Hart studied Seo Jun-Ho’s face before sitting up and drinking a few potions. “That is not the face of a victor.”

“...It was a shameful victory. That’s what I think.”

“This was a battle, was it not? There are no shameful victories nor rational losses.”

Seo Jun-Ho knew that. No matter how it was put, winning was winning and losing was losing. Still, didn’t feel particularly good about this victory.

“You should be confident. You are strong,” said Hart.

“If this were a real battle, would I still have won?”

“...” Hart...