While Amon and Aisha were busy in their conversation…
On the other side, Arnold lay on the bed calmly. His blue eyes focused. Not at the ceiling, but at the fabric of the tent.
His eyes were calm, but they also held some disappointment.
Why wouldn't they?
The reason was quite simple, because he didn't get first rank. He bit his lower lip, his face twisting into irritation. He was angry.
He had trained so much. He had worked so hard… yet he was still not able to defeat her. Not able to be at the top.
'Dammit!... Why? After all this hard work… I was still not able to win.'
He closed his eyes. Just when he thought he had become better, someone stronger. It was still not enough.
He remembered the time when he was looked down upon by his siblings.
His family. Before, they encouraged him, but slowly they started giving him less attention… and then ignored him as a good-for-nothing.
Someone with no talent. No future. Just a useless noble child.
