Chapter 43: Matilda

Oliver was pissed at what had just happened; he immediately decided not to hold back at all.

"I'll show you the power of a noble, you piece of shit!" Oliver yelled out, his blade engulfed in flames.

He held his flame-covered blade with pride and then slashed at Silva, releasing a powerful flame arc.

"This is just pitiful," Silva said. He made a simple slash motion with his sword, and the flame arc dispersed.

"You're weak," Silva said and then charged at Oliver. He wanted to win with a smashing victory, regardless of what troubles it might cause.

He was so fast that Oliver was unable to see him. Silva went for a slash at the neck, ready to cut him down.

"Stop!" The Duke's voice boomed, and Silva stopped immediately. He didn't know why, but the voice carried a force that stopped him.

"Your strength is indeed something else, Silva. My son is considered a prodigy, and here you have defeated him," the Duke said.