"How old are you child?" Argon asked Luke.
"I'm going to be sixteen soon."
"Great then! Navajo is sixteen too." Argon's face brightened. "What do you think? Do you have any objection to this duel, Navajo?"
"Not at all master." Navajo said, looking at Luke, fighting spirit burning in his eyes.
"I cannot accept this, Duke Argon." Danver interjected.
"The decision of the heir and this duel are two completely different matter. I am the one who's going to make the decision on whom I'll chose. He has no part in it."
"He's involved in that decision of yours, why wouldn't he be a part. Also, he is not manaless. He can wield it fine, even proficiently. It's not like I'm bullying a weak manaless child."
"He's been banished. He's not part of the family now. So, this duel is baseless." Danver said.
"I didn't know that the great hero's descendant has been reduced to being such a coward, that he doesn't even have the gall to accept a small bet." Argon scoffed as he said in a mocking tone.
