He’s Strong

“I just want to chop him into pieces,” Lozia thought, digging her fork over and over into the plate in front of her which she hadn’t touched, while she continued to focus her attention mostly on Allen.

Her attention was still far gone when she suddenly heard a voice whisper directly into her ears.

“If you’re going to challenge him to a duel, you should do it already. I can’t help but pity your poor food and plate,”

Lozia turned to look in the direction of the voice, not surprised to see Falorn, one of the few knight's she was actually close to, who so happened to be Prince Darun’s personal knight.

“Haaa…you saw that,”

“Of course, I’m not blind and neither are the knights around you. What did he do to you anyways? It's unlike you to react this way?”

“He’s an ass,”

“Yeah, but you and I already knew that,” Falorn shrugged as he leaned closer to Lozia with his eyes on Allen mirroring the same disgusted look Lozia had on her face.

“It's a pity that he’s also one of the best when it comes