章 417: Anger

Regrit's voice was low, yet despite that, all could hear what he spoke. His thick words ominously permeated the air, and the atmosphere suddenly turned grim as the crowds gradually began to lose their previous excitement. 

The silence slowly grew and spread like wildfire, and before it could become too overbearing, Artorias spoke with a simple smile. 

"Patronize you? Whatever do you mean? Apologies if my words came out wrong, but I was truly trying to congratulate you… You're the victor here…"

"Am I really though..." Regrit scoffed looking at the ground and clenched his hands tighter, small sparks releasing from them. 

"Well, certainly so! You have bested me! Are you trying to argue that you somehow lost?" Artorias chuckled.