"A duel? T-t fight you, Baron? I-I don't mean to be presumptuous and—"
"Fight me. So I can be sure whether you're an assassin or not, Cecile."
The atmosphere fell silent.
Cecile seemed hesitant at first, but as I continued to stare at her with a sharp, confident gaze, she began to convince herself.
The aura of power from Cecile's venture armor flared, accompanied by a suffocating pressure.
Cecile's right eye turned red, along with red veins that covered half her face.
The Curse of King Bahamut was easily trying to affect her soul, and I would prove that I could finish it all off.
"Baron Atreus…! Get ready…!"
A second after Cecile's loud shout, she disappeared from my sight.
CLANG!
A sword slash that nearly tore through my neck came, which Rhaevor fortunately parried.
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
Rhaevor managed to block Cecile's swift slashes, which narrowly missed my neck, eyes, and chest.
I couldn't even see Cecile, but her sharp, swift slashes stung me.
