Niconora PoV
Just then, Sir Eizan stretched his muscular arms and moved his neck side to side. "Let's make this quick," Eizan said, shifting his stance into a combat-ready position. "I don't have all day."
Papa, on the other hand, stood tall and confident, a grin spreading across his face. "I intend to make it a memorable battle for the ages!"
Eizan smirked. "As do I, so don't disappoint by tripping out of the ring like the clown you are."
I puffed my cheeks even as Papa laughed it off. Who did this muscle head thing he was? Talking to my papa like that? Sure he was silly, but only I could call him a dummy!
Eizan glanced at me. "This girl, she's your daughter, correct?"
I put my hands on my hips. "That's right! I'm Niconora Kuroriku Israel! The next Queen of Kuroriku!"
The emerald eyed boy chuckled as he walked over. "Yeah right. Father is gonna wipe the floor with your dad."
I narrowed my eyes at the pretty boy. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
