Hmmm. Then I'll explain the rules of the duel! You and I, one-on-one! Whoever gets to say 'yikes' first wins! Well, I'm this old, as a handicap I'm ......
Okay. Okay, okay. No handicap. Let's just get this over with.
I'm more concerned about Ted's injury.
As long as we're partly to blame for his injuries, I'm obligated to take care of him.
"Nah, ......! Ki, how far do you have to go to insult me: ......!
Oh, no, no.
It seems that my throwaway attitude has touched the opposite scales.
You can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time.
You're not going to be able to get away with it. You'll regret insulting me for the rest of your life!
Barth draws the sword from his waist.
Hmm.
A slightly longer, single-edged sword for a child to hold. Probably a serious for an adult.
But it's not a normal sword, it has some strange workmanship.
'Wind Line Blade Wind Edge!
As soon as he swung his sword down, the blade of the wind came straight at him.
Hm?
This guy does more than I thought he would.
The power itself was mediocre with nothing special to say, but the speed of construction was too fast, no matter how fast it was.
In the previous world, I was the only person who could construct magic at this speed.
Then what becomes suspicious is the unfamiliar shaped sword that the Bonbon nobleman (my brother) is holding in his hand.
That sword, it has some kind of workmanship to it.
Otherwise, a child like Barth wouldn't be able to construct magic so quickly.