It was a beastly clash.

“Heh, heeek, Iola! Father!”

Viretta, caught in the middle, turned pale. The sword had just grazed past her nape. She felt a cold sensation near her shoulder.@@novelbin@@

The father-and-son fight, wild like a beast's, did not end after a few exchanges.

"I was worried because you didn’t raise your sword against Minelle, but still! You’re not hesitant to use your strength!"

Monaine pulled his sword back before swinging it down hard toward Iola.

"That’s enough to not die. It’s a relief you haven’t clung to the delusion that everything can be solved with conversation, despite going to school."

“I wish I could solve things through conversation, like Viretta, but it’s not easy!”

"Fighting without a fight is harder, after all."

Iola easily deflected his father’s much heavier strikes.

He repelled Monaine’s blows, alternating his attacks to target his father’s waist and neck, but Monaine’s sword blocked him every time.

The sound of steel clashing rang out faster than expected.

"That’s why I want to protect this raw gem of talent. I can’t let it be stolen by some filthy beast like a dragon."

Monaine clenched his teeth as he welcomed his son’s counterattack.

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