'Ah yes, don't let them get up again!'
Eleanora nodded her head as she agreed with Ain's words in her mind.
Victors's body shook from the sudden rush of cold from somewhere, but he couldn't get why he was feeling so chill.
'Why do i feel that someone is watching me?'
"Okay, let's have a battle."
Victor raised one corner of his mouth and smiled as he heard Eleanora's words, not realizing that he was a fool rushing in where angels fear to tread.
'She became a senior knight, but so what? It's not like her swordsmanship skills will improve along with her rank.'
"Let's have some people as witnesses and make it a formal match. You never know what's going to happen during the fight, right?"
"Sure."
"Sir Claude, Sir Bastian. Please do us a favor."
Two of the knights standing behind Victor stepped forward.
A formal match prohibits the use of incantations and is a comprehensive battle of swordsmanship and martial arts, which lasts until one person declares surrender.
