“Don’t use your battle aura in a regular match. My Garden can’t withstand your torments!”Varys clearly had no intention of stopping the fight.
Rob raised his head and glanced at raingirl, who was pretending to be a noblewoman. She nodded slightly and he slowly stood up.
The attendant beside him handed old Dane a wooden sword. Old Dane loosened his muscles and took the wooden sword. “What weapon are you good at?”
Rob looked at the wooden sword in Dane’s hand and curled his lips. He thought to himself, ‘pretentious guy...’.
“Please give me a wooden sword as well...”
The young man was proud and arrogant... Old Dane smiled slightly and did not stop him. He turned around and signaled the attendant to do as he said. The knights behind Varys, who had been taught by old Dane with the wooden sword, revealed gloating expressions.