The Lake God Witch seemed to want to apologize, but she didn't know how to express it. Laine gestured that it was not a problem, and instead subtly changed the topic: "Aldred, the heir of the Duke of Leonais is about to lose!"
In the middle of the arena, Aldred was retreating, the young Kingdom Knight struggling to grip his shield and longsword. Yet after repeated blows from the White Wolf Knight, his arm was numb and lifeless, with the benefits of excessive drinking gradually fading away; his mental excitement was declining, and the influence of alcohol left him shaky.
The sword tip was trembling.
"Urgh!" "Bang!" The silver skull Warhammer head swept across the lower part of the longsword and then angled upward, causing Aldred to finally lose grip of the hilt, and the longsword soared into the sky.
Aldred could only rely on his shield for defense, while Coniel became more frantic, his Warhammer incessantly pounding the shield's surface.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
