Violetta stumbled, her face filled with shock. She wanted to avoid any harm to him. How could she explain to Verda what had happened to him? Would she accept this and ignore her secret love for him?
'I need to stop this.' She thought about stepping forward.
"Hoh? This inferior being dares to challenge a noble after he sullied the princess. Ok! Let us duel!"
Madrid stood to his feet and gave a proud look. His right hand grasped his sword handle.
"Since you are the challenger, I shall decide the time and place!"
"Wait, please stop! Your grace!"
"Quiet half breed! A filthy, disabled woman can't speak here."
"Tsk!"
Violetta bit her lips in anger. Blood seeped from her lips as her worried eyes glued to Vincent. She felt desperate. Madrid was almost 60 although elves grew levels slower. He was almost level 20, a level which changed a person completely.