The woman stood directly in front of him.
Her face looked mature and elegant.
Her eyes were sharp.
Black pupils, not wavering in the slightest.
Her jet-black hair was tied neatly behind her head.
When she spoke, her voice was slightly deep. Flat. Firm.
"Young Master Voss."
Lucas was still staring.
"…Young Master?" the woman frowned slightly. "Is something wrong?"
Lucas snapped out of it.
"N–no," he replied quickly. "It's nothing."
The woman looked at him for a few seconds, then continued.
"I came to confirm one thing," she said.
"About the duel."
Lucas frowned. "The duel?"
"Yes," she answered firmly. "The duel that is said to truly exist. Is it true that the challenge was issued by you?"
Lucas let out a short breath.
"Yes. It's true."
He scratched the back of his neck.
"It was… because of me."
Lucas found himself staring at the woman's face again, as if his eyes were being pulled by a magnet to focus on it.
For a brief moment, the woman's shoulders stiffened.
