Aegon visibly deflated, his aura dimming like a fire starved of air. But instead of bursting into an indignant tantrum, he gave a short, stiff nod.
The crowd seemed almost stunned at the anticlimactic resolution.
There was no shouting, no reckless charge…
Just… nothing.
Azel liked it.
It was surprising, even refreshing.
Perhaps his defeat in the castle had changed him, he hadn't stuck around long enough to see what kind of changes but he was definitely more respectful…
'He's changed a little… matured, maybe. Still, everyone has a reputation to keep, am I right?'
Azel's lips curved faintly at the thought.
As if nothing had happened, Aegon turned back to his students, lifting his wooden sword once more to demonstrate another fluid thrust.
His posture regained its sharpness, and the crowd quickly forgot about the exchange.
Lorraine tugged on Azel's sleeve, drawing him away from the yard.
"Come on," she said softly, not wanting to stay under so many curious eyes.
