Ethan had not expected the man to quit like that.
For a moment, he just stood there, gripping his sword tightly. From everything he had learned and all the drama he had seen, he knew one thing. Nobles who sat in those stands were greedy. They could not accept defeat easily, and they hated losing above all else. Yet here was Baron Bragot, bowing his head.
The Baron pushed himself up with effort.His beard covered in dirt and his face had gone pale from exhaustion. He looked at Ethan with sharp eyes, though there was no longer any fire in them. His voice was steady but low. "I lost. You win."
He let those words hang in the air before taking a step closer only to see Ethan standing there shocked.
"Shouldn't you be happy?" he asked in a mocking manner yet strangely it was quite calm.
Ethan blinked, his lips twitching slightly. "I am. But I am shocked," he admitted honestly.
