"Okay. I hear you, but it looks like it's going to be another defeat." Wain nodded, grabbed his sword tightly, and headed toward the Knight, who, with a calm look, was waiting for him.
"This will be good for you." Gladius said.
"What?" Wain frowned, "You definitely like seeing me get beaten by some living armor!"
"Hahaha, yeah, I can't deny it. So what?" Gladius uttered in a joking manner, "You're strong, so I'm sure you always win, don't you? Can you remember your last defeat?"
Wain paused. Gladius' question made him think. He had been through many dangerous battles, but he had always won in the end.
'Maybe that time at Sven's bar?' Wain muttered inwardly as he touched his chin, 'No... That can't even be called a battle. Sven just crushed her, and I didn't even know what happened. Damn... Have I really never really lost?