The duel had ended, but the echoes of Reginald's madness still lingered in the hall. No one dared speak, for in the center stood Marquess Eron Halbrecht, cradling his grandson.
Despite his age, the Marquess Halbrecht was once a glorious warrior who fought for Norvaegard. As a kingdom that values martial honor, he gained his reputation through his skills.
Even though he later became a doting grandfather, he was still one who survived several territorial wars.
He looked at his unconscious grandson, who was in his arms, and couldn't help but sigh. He already expected Reginald to lose once he saw Lucen's physique.
It was true that once upon a time, his grandson did try his best to become a good swordsman, but he became complacent. He saw that he was better than most his age and thought he was something special.
