Chapter 28
“You said the duel would be interrupted,” Leonhardt growled from his bed, where a gaggle of Sonnenfeld physicians and alchemists were tending to his gruesome injuries.
Maximilian was getting really tired of incompetent allies. “The Principal was already en route! If you had just held out a short while longer–”
“If you had told me what kind of monster I’d be up against, I would have never agreed to this!” the Wessen heir shouted, prompting the physicians to fuss over him even more as the long wound on his chest began bleeding again.
“What are you even talking about, you inept– You claimed you could match him with the saber!”
“I can!” Leonhardt sat up, rage distorting his features. “He’s good, but I’m better!”
“So why did you lose so spectacularly?”
“Have you felt that aura? That thing does not belong to a student! You set me up to–”
“Watch your tongue, Lord Leonhardt.”
His mouth snapped shut, but Maximilian could see the fury in his eyes. ‘That might become an issue if I leave him unchecked...’