Bab 35: Ch 35: Little sparring match is over

King Almiro turned, the weight of the battle still heavy on his shoulders as he walked away from the arena, his dual swords still sheathed at his back. He called out over his shoulder, his voice firm but carrying an undertone of concern, "Bring the guards and the castle medic!" His command echoed across the arena, a stark contrast to the silence that had fallen after the brutal fight.

As he made his way toward the exit, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that clung to him. The cheers he had expected to hear were replaced with gasps of horror and disbelief. The King's chest tightened as he recalled the sight of Gray's limp body, the way it had crumpled against the wall. What have I done?

Meanwhile, Vanisa broke the tension, her voice quivering as she spoke, "That was… creepy." She looked at Liza, her brow furrowed with worry. "It felt like he was toying with Gray. Like he didn't even care…"