"Please." The words that had reached his lips were swallowed back. Velin stared blankly at Wisk for a moment before speaking.
With an apologetic expression, Wisk said, "I would like to introduce my second son, Duke, to you."
"Oh."
Velin looked over the young man standing proudly behind Wisk and assessed him from head to toe.
"Mid-Bronze Tier. Nothing exceptional."
Duke felt somewhat disappointed upon hearing Velin's words, but he did not show it. He remained motionless behind his father.
"Since that is the case, then..."
Wisk had not held out much hope to begin with and was about to steer the conversation back to business.
The next moment, Velin raised a hand and interrupted him. "However, I can give your second son an opportunity. If he passes my test, I can take him in and train him."
"What kind of test?"
Seeing a turn for the better, Wisk looked hopeful and asked impatiently.
"Have him fight one of my caravan guards. I'll give you my answer afterward."
Seeing this, Wisk hurriedly agreed and enthusiastically led Velin to the Training Ground in the center of the castle.
With his host leading the way, Velin brought Raimondo to a Training Ground of more than sixty square meters. All kinds of weapons were displayed on racks nearby.
"Remember to suppress your strength to the same level as his." Velin turned to Raimondo and instructed him.
"Yes, my lord."
Raimondo nodded, took a suitable wooden sword from the weapon rack, then removed his linen outer coat to reveal the white shirt beneath.
After receiving Wisk's approval, Duke also removed his coat, accepted a wooden sword from a servant, and walked to the center of the Training Ground.
"Use all your strength. Don't lose in one move, or your father will be greatly embarrassed."