"In that case, let's head back. It's getting late!"
Radeus stretched, turned, and headed toward the Arena's exit.
"Wait!"
Radeus had barely stepped forward with his left foot when Randolph's voice rang out beside his ear.
"What? Is there something else?"
Radeus stopped and turned to look at Randolph.
Randolph bent at the waist and picked his sword back up off the ground. This time, its tip pointed at Radeus.
"It's precisely because I've made up my mind that this battle can't be avoided!"
"Come on, draw your sword! Radeus Greyrat!"
Randolph grinned fiercely, his resolute gaze fixed squarely on Radeus.
"???"
Radeus was dumbfounded. Seriously? If you've let it go, why do you still want to fight?
If you're still fighting after letting it go, wasn't all that letting go for nothing?
Randolph: It's precisely because I've let it go that I've decided to fight you...
Even though Randolph had already picked up his sword, Radeus felt the situation could still be salvaged.
He didn't want to get all hot and sweaty with this old bastard in the middle of the night. Winning offered no benefits, and losing... actually, could he even lose?
"Well, look, I don't even have a sword on me. How about another day?"
Radeus gave an awkward smile, edging discreetly toward the exit.
Although his time with Radeus had been very brief, Randolph knew that if he let Radeus walk out of this Arena now, he would never get to have this fight with him for the rest of his life.
"Why leave?"
"I saw that magic sword of yours the other day. What are you playing at?"
"Let's have an intense, blood-pumping battle!"
Randolph bluntly exposed Radeus's lie about not having a weapon.
That day, Randolph had already been watching from the sidelines not