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To put it bluntly, I would've started off by smacking Morbius on the back of the head if he wasn't part of the Royal Knights. However, as Charles and Hector had cautioned, this was the imperial palace and the other person was a member of the Royal Knights. No matter how reckless I was, I couldn't pick a fight without a justified cause.
It was just like this guy came up with an excuse to break Hector's arm...
It was best for me to push him to lose his temper so that he challenged me to a duel.
"Hah..." Morbius shook his head with a puzzled expression. Strangely, he didn't look very angry.
Was he more disciplined than I expected? Then again, it didn't seem like it judging from how Charles told me he spoke.
Is it due to my appearance? I thought it was a possibility. I was a kid who hadn't grown up, so the opponent showed more patience despite the blatant provocations.
Of course, I had a way—just keep irritating him until he snapped.
Just as I was about to open my mouth again, the knight sitting next to him interjected with a laugh. "Wait! I don't know which noble family you are from, but you seem a bit too worked up. Why don't you calm down first?"
It was a middle-aged man. He was around forty years old. He had a pleasant face and gave a memorable impression. He was dressed as a knight, but he seemed to be in a position far from authority.
I looked at this man with an honest face and said in a friendly tone, "Don't get involved, old man."
He maintained...
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