102 Episode 99 True Duel (1/2)

The two of you have done an excellent job. Well, so much for the preparatory exercise, let's get ready for the real battle, the true battle.

At the unexpected result, everyone except me and Uzuki are speechless and have a hard expression on their face.

The one who broke the tense silence was the little blonde haired lady's maid, who was standing nearby all along.

''The show...?　A true duel...?

Goodbye.

That's not...

What does that mean-- well, I was about to open my mouth when I was interrupted by

What!　Don't tell me that I'm the one who's going to have to go through with this game?　No matter how much your father trusts you, I will not allow such vain talk!　I'm a proud maid of honor and useful to Travis--and yet, shame, shame on you!

It was the little blonde girl who spoke out in the strongest tone of voice I've ever heard.

Her face was a bright red expression of anger, as if the word ”indignant” was inappropriate.

”I thought she was just a sarcastic little villainous girl who let money talk her way, but--

He seems to have a lot of trust from the other kids, and now this reaction.

Maybe he's just a little bit of a complication with Uzuki, but he's a nice guy with surprising roots.

But as for our maid of honor.

In spite of the fact that she was scolded by the Lord (Aruji) to her face.

'No Miss. No, miss, in everything, there is a class to everything. When it comes to fighting for the honor of the Travis family, especially in a duel with a bow, such an ordinary game would be rather disrespectful to the other side.

That's not... no, but...

Whether or not the man is the real Manasilo Seya, he may or may not be the real Manasilo Seya. ”Whether or not he is the real Manasilo Seya, there is no doubt that he is at least a considerable bowman. So, if he is. If that is the case, shouldn't the two archers be able to defeat each other properly in a duel that is appropriate for their rank?

I suppose you could say that, but...

First, the maidservant who tried to break up the little blonde girl, then she turned her attention to me.

'And isn't it more important for you, too, than winning or losing, to 'convince your daughter'?

--sharp.

'If that is the case, wouldn't it be better for you to completely, perfectly, and irreversibly decide the winner in a 'true duel' so that your daughter can be truly convinced, and in turn, lead to the 'result' you seek?'

I was able to pretend that the game didn't happen, as if it was a matter of course.

His frightening insight into the depths of my heart.

The power of constructing an uncanny logic.

And the skillful way of speaking.