“I thought this was the only thing that has gotten simpler compared to the past.”

Heretia glared at Juan, who was wiping off his bloody fist with her handkerchief.

Meanwhile, Kelmori was screaming and threatening to kill Juan after Juan had punched him and broken his nose.

However, no one was paying attention to the man screaming with a bloody bandage covering his face.

“Stop pretending like you didn’t understand what I really meant. I know you intentionally punched him,” Heretia scolded.

Juan avoided Heretia’s gaze and played innocent. Heretia had only been speaking metaphorically when she said to ‘beat the heck out of the opponent,’ as there was no other way to regain the tarnished reputation of the lady at the moment. However, Juan pretended to understand her words literally.

“It’s going to be impossible to avoid a duel,” Heretia muttered with a serious expression.

“I thought duels weren’t allowed?”

“Legal duels aren’t allowed; however, a simple spar is okay as long as you have the opponent’s consent. But you won’t be protected by law in case the opponent gets seriously injured or ends up dying. You would be treated the same as a typical assailant or murderer.”

“That’s just a brawl then.”

“That’s what we call duels nowadays. It’s really hard for me to understand where you come from. One second you come off as a kid from the capital, then the next second you come off as a clueless barbarian… Or maybe even someone who used to live during the time when His Majesty established the empire,” Heretia complained.

Meanwhile, Kelmori had gotten first aid; his face covered with the bloody...