"Nimel, what are you doing?" Maren stared blankly as the glove struck his chest and fell to the ground.
"I have nothing to do with your family anymore." Nimel looked at him coldly. "My name is Nimel Kolia, not Nimel Proudmoore."
"Since you dared to stand in Kolia's way, you'd better be prepared to become Kolia's enemy."
"Nimel, that was all a misunderstanding!" Maren hurriedly explained. "Did Caroso tell you something? Let me tell you, he lied to you... I'm your real older brother!"
"No, he is my older brother." Nimel said firmly. Soon, she recalled what Teresa had said before. "You expect me to believe someone proud to the marrow would trust trash like you, who cheated me out of my staff?"
"I wanted to return that staff to you, but I don't know why it never reached your hands." Maren tried to step forward. "Believe me, Nimel. I was only borrowing it at the time..."
Krumen seemed to understand something and looked at Maren before her with a face full of disdain.
"No more words. Duel me!" Nimel took a step back. "Only if you defeat me will you have the right to make me listen to you. That is the Kolia family's rule!"
"This..." Maren had a headache.
What was wrong with Nimel? The Nimel from before had been so obedient—how had she picked up the Kolia family's savage habits?
Still, Nimel was only a first-year, while I'm a third-year.
She's only Tier Three, while I'm Tier Four...
When Caroso ambushed me back then, it wasn't that I couldn't beat him. It was just that the circumstances made it inconvenient for me to fight back.
"Fine. I'll duel you!"
Soon, the two arrived at the arena.
Someone had been climbing onto the arena every day lately,