Bab 429: A Cursed Blade's Offer

As much as a wave of warmth spread around his chest, a bitter taste filled Julius' mouth. His brother's words were genuine. He remembered he had said something similar last year, too. Still, hearing from him that they wouldn't explore together because it would endanger him struck a chord.

'Did I become too weak to match you after your grand ritual?'

The thought struck him, forcing a sad sigh out of his lowered face.

But with a finger, Adam raised it, peering into his hazel eyes with a gentle smile.

"Without my puppet, you can beat me nine times out of ten. I'll only win by deceiving you once, so raise your head. You are the little brother I taught and trained for years!" 

A spark ignited in his eyes. Then, he felt his brother's wooden hand meet his shoulder and saw him turn.

"Let's get you some tasty food to cheer you up."

Accompanied by his brother's hearty chuckles, they left the arena. Yet, he bit his lips, feeling terrible.