Bab 527: The one to whom all nations bow - II

"Pfft—"

Seraphina, who accidentally let out a small sound, immediately covered her mouth. Meeting Ansel's amused gaze, she coughed lightly in embarrassment, "I just, um... thought of something happy."

Ravenna sighed, holding her forehead, "Ansel, you really..."

"Don't worry, it's not you this time."

Ansel said, patting Gerald on the shoulder and giving the young man an encouraging look:

"Gerald, your opponent is not Arlo."

He pointed to Seraphina, who was rubbing her cheek, and said with a smile:

"If you can last ten rounds against Seri, you will be my head of magic."

"...Lord Ansel, is this—"

Gerald, feeling slighted, seemed to resist but stopped himself mid-sentence.

He looked at the white-haired girl, whose fame far surpassed Ravenna's, a madwoman and monster known throughout the empire for daring to punch the empress. Taking a deep breath, he said:

"I understand, Lord Ansel."