"Thank you for your efforts, Lord Ethan."

"...Good job, Hero."

While I was chatting with Natalie, it seemed the sparring between Gethmojoshegikgat and Ethan had concluded. They sheathed their swords and exchanged a brief greeting.

As expected, Ethan won, but judging by his expression, he didn’t seem too satisfied. It was likely because he won against a Hero who wasn’t in the best condition.

After the brief exchange of greetings, they parted ways without another word, as if there was no reason to linger.

‘You’d think after sparring every week, they’d start to get closer.’

But it seemed like Ethan's …