“Did you lose in that flow?”

“It was 3 against 1.”

Ranken, locked in the temporary prison of the guard post, looked up at Viretta.

“Well, yes, but it was the kind of situation where you win through persistence.”

“If that worked, you and I would both be superstars by now.”

“It was three women at once.”

Viretta, without a hint of embarrassment, replied casually as Ranken spoke without shame despite losing to three noblewomen.

It wasn’t the proudest thing to say, but it wasn’t entirely nonsensical either.

Moreover, if the opponents were noblewomen, he couldn’t fight with a sword or throw hot food at them.

Without being able to resort to extreme measures, Ranken’s defeat was inevitable.

“It’s hard to win when three people attack at once. Those women are well-known troublemakers around here.”

The guard whispered as he approached Viretta and Iola.

Viretta gave them a quick glance. They looked irritable, but their appearance was nothing particularly menacing.

“…Hmm, not the kind of opponent I’d expect for my knight.”

Based on Iola and Moslin’s experiences, appearances and abilities didn’t always align, but still, it wasn’t an ideal situation.@@novelbin@@

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