"A duel, Lady Lombardy?"
Eventually, an Imperial Knight came out as if trying to stop me.
"No. That's a good idea."
However, Astana, who smiles profusely, quickly got stuck.
He looked up and down at Ramona standing next to me.
Astana's face, drunk and smiling, was mean.
"The loser apologizes to the opponent. With all sincerity."
"Yes, that's good."
Astana nodded his head without thinking too much about what I said.
"Sir Sloan, be my agent and have a duel."
Astana said, calling the most senior of the four escorts.
"What? But, Your Highness..."
The Knight, called Sloan, sweated as he alternated between me and Ramona.
"A duel for honor should have the same skills as the agents."
It wasn't a word of malice.
Perhaps that Knight Sloan is a man with a pretty high title.
So, it would be difficult to fight for the honor of the Prince against the young lady, who seems to be in her early twenties.
I glanced at Ramona.
Ramona was uncharacteristically faceless and only looking straight ahead.
She seemed very angry.
I sneaked a question to such a Ramona.
"What do you think? They say that."
Ramona looked stiffly at Astana and Sir Sloan and said.
"If you're not ignoring me, proceed to the duel, Sir Sloan."
"It's absolutely not like that..."
Sir Sloan, who seemed embarrassed to talk, finally sighed with resignation.
"Don't let it slide, Sir Sloan."
Astana once again whispered to Sir Sloan with a fishy smile.
I can hear you at least.
Sir Sloan looked at me with a very uncomfortable face and asked.
"Are you sure you're all right, Lady Lombardy?"
Now it's a little annoying.
It's good to be considerate, but Sir Sloan's words and actions are nothing but ignoring Ramona.
I answered with my arms crossed.
"What is your exact name and position, Sir Sloan?"
"Yes, I am Edian Sloan, Vice Commander of the Third Knights of the Imperial Family."
"Oh, I see. I heard the Imperial Knights have been very in-depth training in Imperial Swordsmanship, right?"
"Yes, Lady Lombardy. I've been training in Imperial Swordsmanship for 15 years since I joined at the age of 20."
Quite proud, Sir Sloan replied, tapping his chest.
"Yes."
It said that the more versed in Imperial Swordsmanship, the weaker he was in front of Ramona.
Sure enough.
Ramona's face, which had been hardened, was slightly loosened.
"Let's proceed."
