"It will end quickly."
Those simple words made Hamel's expression darken slightly.
"Arrogant," he muttered.
Pentos stepped forward calmly and placed a hand on Hamel's shoulder.
"Calm down," he said quietly.
Then he looked at Ethan.
"If you insist on such a condition, we will not refuse."Garet slowly rolled his shoulders while loosening his sleeves.
"Well then," he said with a faint smirk.
"Let us see what the famous Marquise Ethan is capable of."
Duke Lancelot, who had been silently observing the entire scene, suddenly raised his hand slightly.
The priest immediately stepped back.
Servants and guests quickly moved away from the center of the courtyard while guards created a wide open space.
Within seconds, the wedding courtyard had turned into an improvised arena.
Ethan stepped forward calmly and stood in the center of the open ground.
His posture remained relaxed.His hands were empty.He did not even reach for the sword hanging at his waist.
