"All right!"
Nanny Karen's voice drifted through the air.
Saint Vigo stared into the air, but he never found an opportunity to strike.
After a long while, he said, "That woman has left."
Hughes let out a sigh of relief and said to Saint Vigo, "I'll find his weakness in the dream."
"The next time we meet on the battlefield will be the day he dies."
Saint Vigo said blandly, "You are a High-Order Knight, and you cultivate the Ebralaham Clan's secret Flesh and Blood Furnace. Your strength far exceeds his."
"His swordsmanship is sinister and vicious. It is undoubtedly House of Asilo's Angel's Thorn."
"But your Golden Requiem is no inferior to his."
Saint Vigo said, word by word, "Last time, you merely failed to kill him within a few moves. You did not lose."
"You need to have faith in yourself."
Hughes lowered his head and pondered for a long time before saying, "I failed to stop him from killing Jonah. That means I lost. There's no point in making excuses."
Saint Vigo did not try to persuade him further. He merely said, "From your description, he probably didn't go to Fars to study. He went to Byron, just like Jonah."
The old mage beside them wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "Master Vigo is right. I must have made an error in my divination."
In his bedroom, Charlotte continued cultivating Bloody Glory as usual.
The Insight rune between his brows trembled faintly. The next instant, he was standing in a wilderness, where Nanny Karen sat beneath a large tree, drinking tea with a smile on her face.
Charlotte hurried over and asked, "Nanny Karen, did you need something from me?"
Nanny Karen said, "That boy named Hughes wants to duel you