"Don't quit! I'm yet to beat you!"
Lance screamed at his sister with a hateful face.
"I figured that it would be pointless if I continue with this match when you started overpowering me. It's not worth the effort. That's why I quit."
Leisha with a calm expression and tone opposite to her brother said in response.
"I won't accept it! Let's continue with the match."
"Like I said, I quit, so you won. Isn't that enough?"
"It's not a win unless my sword get to you!"
"Is that so?"
Leisha then points at her face, or to be precise the wounds on it and continues,
"Your sword did graze me. If anything, I'm disappointed at myself... I'm not good enough to make my opponent feel hopelessness, there's still a long way to go..."
"...Huh? What are you on about? Anyway, let's continue the match!"
Leisha completely ignored him and walk towards one of the Knights.
It's a Knight with a capability of a support.
"Heal this thing on my face."
Leisha asked with a strong tone.
The knight immediately take action and heal Leisha's wounded face.
It's not a deep cut so the wound healed quickly and it also didn't leave a scar on her face.
Leisha asked her personal maid nearby for a mirror. When she confirmed that there's no scar she continued with her pace and left the area.
"Where are you going?!"
Lance yelled, he tried to follow her sister but she falled on his knees when he took the first step.
Furthermore, his grip on the sword slipped from his grasp. But that wasn't the end of it. Adding insult to injury, the surge of adrenaline faded, leaving his injured right arm throbbing with pain.
Lance curled up to the ground and screamed in agony.
Arnel walks to his side and knocked Lance out with a single strike to the neck.
'It's better to let him sleep rather than making him suffer more from his injuries'
Arnel put him to sleep with that thought in mind. He then changed his gaze towards the support knight who healed Leisha few moments ago.
The knight understand what he meant, and wasted no time and acted accordingly in healing Lance's wounds right there on the ground.
Unlike Leisha's wounds, Lance's wounds will take longer to heal completely due to its severity.
The atmosphere was quiet and gloomy. After all, no one expected the sparring match would turn out that way.
Among all of them, Voltaire is the gloomiest.
Obviously, he's rooting for Lance to win.
Throughout the whole sparring match, he show different kind of emotions changing from one to the other.
A normal baby wouldn't be able to do it but he's not your normal baby. He understands what's going on with the sparring match on a surface level.
He was very excited when Lance use that delayed explosion at the beginning.
Just like most of the audience, he also thought it ended the match.
'Would this make the wicked smile on her face disappear?'
Voltaire thought with anticipation.
Unfortunately for him, Leisha even use that delayed explosion of Lance against him.
In the context of this match, he holds three distinct aims; to see Lance winning this match, to see Leisha lose her nonchalant smile, and hopefully he can learn something from this fight.
However, Leisha putting a one-sided beatdown on Lance didn't cross his mind.
'Is it the difference between a psycho and a simpleton?'
Voltaire asked himself.
The sparring continues and so does the beatdown of Lance.
Voltaire started to worry and looks around if anyone are willing to help his brother.
Although he won't admit to anyone especially himself that he is worrying about him.
He noticed the squad leader move slightly but stopped in his tracks midway.
'Why are you hesitating? Your student can't take it anymore, dumbass!'
Voltaire glared at him and clenched his fist.
Everyone were attracted deeply to the match so no one would be able to notice him, or at least, that's what he thought.
While his attention was engraved to the sparring match, Voltaire felt that someone is looking at him from time to time.
Disregarding it completely, he reassured himself, 'Oh well, if there's someone suspicious lurking around, it won't be a problem since my butler is here... And the squad leader too, of course...'
With that assurance in mind, he continues to watch.
Lance changed his attack patterns that seems to be weird for Voltaire.
He giggles at Lance at first but when he saw that his psychopathic sister loses her nonchalant face, a wicked smile appears on his face due to an unexplainable joy he could feel.
'...She's losing her usual smile? ...Why? Is she having trouble with Lance's consecutive yet weird attacks? ...Well, it doesn't concern me. As long as this blissful scenery continues.'
The next moment, Arnel glanced his way with sagacious eyes.
Voltaire saw it and wiped any suspicious expression he had on his face pretending he's innocent and cute baby.
'What the hell is that squad leader old man looking at me? Judging from his face, he seems to be a veteran with a lot of experience.
'Is he the type to judge one's potential based on their bloodline? If so, why are you staring at me? Are you having an expectation that I would be as strong as my older siblings?
'I am working on my ability but still... I hate when a person is judging me... So I'm gonna ignore you.'
The moment the sparring match ended in an unforeseen development...
Another individual looks at Voltaire with the same sagacious eyes.
'Oh wow, now you are gouging my potential too? You're usually expressionless but today you seem to be having fun watching the spar especially the psycho.
'Hmm... My butler, my butler, the person you admire is not human but a monster. Are you both a masochist and a pedophile simultaneously?'
'...Jokes aside, I will do anything as long as I became stronger. But not for you, the squad leader, or anyone. It's for myself... After all, this world is a lot more dangerous than my previous life.'
Voltaire promised to himself with determination.
And now here we are.
Following the conclusion of the supposedly friend match, Leisha left the area, and Lance still unconscious on the ground.
Voltaire still has a slight worried look on his face.
After 5 or so minutes of healing, Lance's right arm is finally fully healed.
Despite the passing time, Lance continues to be in a state of unconsciousness, showing no signs of awakening.
''It seems the young master is drained both mentally and physically so we should let him sleep for a while.''
Clemton suggested to which Arnel agreed.
"Well then, I should carry him gently to his room."
Arnel instructed his knights to go back to their training.
He give a respectful bow to Voltaire and his companions before he turned around and carried Lance on his back in a gentle manner.