The fight was over so quickly that the nobles present had no time to react.
They stood frozen in place, as if under a paralyzing spell.
Some still held their goblets, the amber liquid trembling within. Others' pupils had contracted as they leaned forward unconsciously, their luxurious silk gowns rustling from the friction.
A strange stillness fell over the entire banquet hall, so quiet that every breath was audible.
"Celestial Father above…"
"What… what just happened?"
"That young man's Swordsmanship is simply unbelievable! I couldn't even follow his movements…"
Soft whispers spread like ripples, and the frozen atmosphere began to stir once more.
The noble ladies all covered their faces with their fans, but they couldn't hide the sparkle in their eyes. A few of them even had flushed cheeks, their breathing quickening involuntarily behind the fans.
THUMP!
Baron Marshall's face was dark as he struck the marble floor hard with his silver-inlaid walking stick.
