A defeated opponent had no right to question how Maud handled the spoils of war.
But the undisguised contempt on Maud's face struck directly at Cavendish's pride.
"Hmm? My sword is still here..."
Cavendish belatedly glanced at Durandal, still gripped in his hand. He was rather surprised that Maud had not taken his sword after knocking him unconscious.
That carelessness had instead given him a chance to turn the tables!
At that thought, Cavendish, provoked by that contemptuous look, suddenly rose to his feet, gripped his sword tightly, and held it across his body.
He had been knocked unconscious by the sheer force of Maud's attack, but his injuries were not serious. He still had the strength to fight.
Watching Cavendish's actions, Maud said flatly, "I deliberately spared your life. It wasn't so I could watch you keep doing meaningless things."
"You call this meaningless?"
Anger suddenly surfaced on Cavendish's handsome face, despite the dust and grime covering it. Gritting his teeth, he said:
"If you hadn't stolen the spotlight from me, how could my 'unprecedented perfect debut that would shock the entire world' have been ruined ahead of schedule? Listen well, you bastard. This year's super rookie can only be me!!!"
"???"
Maud froze for a moment.
What he had meant was simply for Cavendish to be sensible and stop thinking about making meaningless resistance.
But Cavendish's reaction had jumped straight onto another channel.
For a moment, Maud looked at Cavendish as though he were looking at a lunatic.
That undisguised gaze deeply wounded Cavendish once again.
Old grudges and new enmity surged up together, making Cavendish even angrier.
"Bastard, what kind of look is that!?"
"If you don't want people to treat you like an idiot, then behave yourself."
Maud cast a cold glance at the famed sword