The prince, blaming himself for the irreversible mistake and the fact that his mother could no longer achieve victory in the arena, trembled with self-reproach. As his trembling hands were filled with a soft and cold sensation, his mind was suddenly cleared.

"Mother?"

The violet eyes of the Silent Swordmaster locked with his, giving him a look that seemed almost like a reprimand, as though asking if he would truly falter at such a small crisis.
The prince, noticing her unshaken demeanor, felt an unexpected sense of relief.

"Now, hurry up and hand over the sword as a sign …