"Fool, get back here and prostrate yourself before your emperor"
Those words struck Drast like a whiplash. His froze mid step and his shoulders stiffened, trembling visibly against some unseen compulsion.
Then, he rebelliously turned toward Severin and began walking as if he was being dragged back by invisible chains. Judging by his usual stoic expression turned conflicted, that appeared to be the case.
He was being forced to move against his will. Not everyone could see that, some were shocked about why he was going back to entertain that jerk.
"...What's he doing? I thought the match was over"
"Why's he going back?"
The other students glanced at each other in confusion. Even the announcer, who had raised his hand to officially end the duel was hesitating.
"Uh, Drast, buddy. It's clear who won. Should I still call it or—"
"Shut your worthless mouth, you insignificant parasite!"
