"Since that is the case," a faint smile appeared on Knight Moongrum's pale face, "then our previous agreement must rest upon the outcome of the battle between the two princes."
"Moongrum—" Radagon said coldly, "for the sake of our past friendship, I can agree to a fair duel with you. But I never agreed to involve the children."
"My lord," Knight Ordovis also placed a hand upon the Crucible greatsword at his waist, anger appearing on his aged face. "That battle just now truly broadened this old man's horizons. In all the world today, there are likely fewer than five who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you. However, the matter concerning the two princes is not something you can decide with a single word."
"They are both His Majesty's own flesh and blood. If Sir Moongrum uses a teacher's authority to coerce Prince Radahn's will and force two demigod siblings to fight one another, that would be a betrayal of the knightly way—if you insist on having things your way, then though this old man may be but rotting wood, I can still draw a sword and kill an enemy!"
Just as both sides stood on the verge of drawing blades, a sharp cry suddenly rang out from below. "That is not the case!"
Radahn abruptly rose to his feet and strode to Knight Moongrum's side. In a clear voice, he said, "Father, what my teacher said just now was not his own decision. It was the shared wish of my siblings and me!"
He stared directly at the somewhat bewildered Radagon before him, his gaze like lightning. "When Father left ten years ago, he told me, not yet four years old, that I was to become a hero who stood tall beneath the heavens! For ten years, I