Back on the Sky Screen, Varka charged toward the Wolf Spirit alone.
"The last fragment is right there. Don't let me down."
At last, Varka reached the Wolf Spirit fragment. He drew his greatsword and fused the final fragment into it.
But at that very moment, Roland appeared behind Varka, controlling the Wolf King's body.
"So you have gathered them all, Knight of the North Wind."
"You neither corrupted the fragments nor ambushed me while I collected them. Truly chivalrous of you, Sir Roland."
"How could a knight tolerate such despicable conduct? Were this body not a counterfeit created by the Wild Hunt, I would not even have allowed those monsters to sully our duel.
"If you wish to rest a while, I will wait. I will prevail regardless, though the course of this battle is not what I would have wished."
"Heh. If you want to fight, then fight. Enough talk!"
Varka raised his sword and pointed it at Roland, exuding confidence.
"In that case, let us finish our interrupted duel here."
Varka and Roland resumed their duel. The two of them—or rather, the man and the wolf—fought fiercely.
"Rosalyne, who do you think will win? Grandmaster Varka, or your lover's apprentice, Roland, hailed as the strongest Knight of Boreas in history?"
"Sandrone, why would you ask that? Grandmaster Varka is standing right there. That means he won this battle."
"No, Arlecchino. Even if this is only Roland's Reflection, the strength Grandmaster Varka has displayed is not enough to defeat him.
"Especially after so many successive battles, with both his stamina and strength greatly depleted."
Rosalyne had a profound understanding of her lover's apprentice Roland's strength. His reputation as the strongest Knight of Boreas in history was no empty boast.
"If that's the case, why didn't he take some