Chapter 60

༺ The First Letter (60) ༻

I pulled out my sword as Celine gazed at me with a puzzled expression. I couldn’t blame her. After all, she had never been challenged to a real sword fight before.

Moreover, it was even soon after we had a big quarrel. Slight traces of tears were evident around her eyes, and judging from her woeful voice, Celine must have also suffered in her own way.

Celine had always come first and tried to assuage my anger whenever I got riled up, and although she seemed to be trying to do so this time as well, it was pointless.

Celine and Seria’s relationship was no different from a ticking time bomb, and there wasn’t much else to say if it had already escalated from mere verbal arguments to a sword fight. Their conflicts were no longer at a point where they could be resolved by simply apologizing after pouring out their anger towards each other.

Thus, there was only one answer.

It was to give them no choice but to accept defeat, and there was only one way to make a swordsman admit defeat.

A battle with actual weapons.

Eloquence, social skills, nor anything else were necessary. Only a battle between swords would have a clear result without any room for rebuttal.

Celine still looked bewildered as she opened her mouth and stuttered.

“That, I, Ian Oppa…. W, what do you…?”

“It’s exactly as I said. Let’s go for a round with our real swords.”

Her hazel eyes blankly followed the sheath rolling across the ground before looking back at me. Just like that, she alternated her gaze several times.

A forced laughter escaped her mouth.