Blade King spoke with a laugh.
"...You’re calmer than the rumors. I heard you fight like a mad dog."
I didn’t move rashly like a rabid dog glaring at its prey, but Blade King prowled around me, observing. From the start, he had an air of confidence, like someone who never even considered losing.
Still, since I was being treated like a mad dog, I responded without much thought.
"Quit prowling like a mutt and let’s begin."
Only then did the smile slowly fade from Blade King’s face.
"Lord, don’t people usually hold their tongue around sovereigns?"
