The duel turned out to be more difficult than anticipated, not because Kelmori was skilled, but rather because it was hard for Juan to pretend to avoid his slow sword by a narrow margin. Although Kelmori’s sword was made for decorative purposes, it could still kill someone if stabbed. On the other hand, Juan’s sword was a false sword made for fashion. Of course, such factors had no influence on the duel, as Juan didn’t even raise his sword at all.

“Oh! That was so close!”

“Oh my, I can’t watch this anymore.”

Every time Kelmori’s sword grazed Juan, the crowd burst out with exclamations and screams. In their eyes, Juan looked busy dodging Kelmori’s attacks. At the same time, Kelmori was furious; he wanted to catch Juan and shed his blood, yet all Juan did was run away like a little rat. There had been a few moments where he almost got Juan, but the boy eventually managed to avoid all the attacks.

“Bastard, did you only learn to run from fights!?” Kelmori screamed.

At that moment, Juan stopped and lowered his waist to charge at Kelmori. Kelmori was rushing forward, so he unexpectedly fell over due to Juan’s sudden movement.

Laughter broke out from the crowd at the ridiculous view of Kelmori rolling over the ground. Their interpretation of the view was that Juan had bent over in fear and Kelmori tripped over him and fell.

Kelmori’s face turned pale due to this humiliation. As he noticed his fiancée laughing at him while covering...