"For the next duel, lord Zoemi Benevi Banemor representing the Victureo family will face lady Viriges Auequas representing the Auequas family!"
It was already the second day of the tournament for the hand of the young lady Victureo, and just as Burushi has predicted, Zoemi was about to face the woman who would have been his grandmother if she and her family didn't disinherit the man who adopted the black-haired boy.
As Zoemi was walking up to the arena already frowning, his expression become a lot fiercer as he saw the old brown-haired woman already on the position.
There was no place for doubt, it was the teacher who was so keen on interrogating him after the death of Xeonith, and even made the mistake of trying to force him to talk by using force.
That granny pulled no punches and clearly showed that she thinks he is guilty.
Funnily enough, she was right, but that alone did not mean she had any right or justification for acting the way she did, except for her own gain.
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