I stayed behind on the duel platform for a moment, watching the people scatter in groups of twos and threes.

“……”

Night was falling.

It didn’t seem like the duels would resume after dinner. I stepped down from the platform, hands behind my back, and strolled slowly toward the group I had in mind from the beginning—the White-Robed Scholar’s lot.

Their voices were quiet, but the tone made it clear they were arguing.

“Why do you call that bastard a comrade?”

“What kind of question is that?”