"So what exactly was the mistake? Or rather, what did that prince do, that someone else had to take the fall for it?" Gara asked, finally starting to grasp the situation in that faraway province.
"Ares did nothing wrong, Master. He's both a cousin and childhood playmate of the prince.
One day, while they were wandering near a training ground, the prince saw the empty arena and insisted they try it out. On impulse, he dragged Ares into a spar."
Hilda let out a heavy sigh. "Neither of them had ever sparred before, nor did they know each other's true strength.
Ares assumed the prince was strong—he looked healthy, with well-developed scales and large horns. Unfortunately, that assumption was wrong. With just one strike, Ares sent the prince flying and knocked him unconscious."
"In truth, losing or getting hurt in sparring is perfectly normal. Even the Dragon Lord, in his youth, often lost to Sir Reus, Ares's father.
