Chapter 8: Oaths
Mikhail stood in the castle central grounds with the man–who was named Burnip–in front of him.
The area had been cleared for their fight with all of them waiting at the edge, full of suspense.
Normally, fights were common whether just spars or actual fights.
Nobody really cared, all of them were barbarians.
But this time was different. Because it was Mikhail.
Mikhail who had accepted a fight willingly into Avalon’s trap.
Everyone knew how much Avalon hated Mikhail, it was knowledge as common as knowing he was Vlahovic’s favorite boy.
But not in their wildest thoughts had they predicted this future.
Even his own squadron were staring at him with surprise, trying to figure the reason behind his decision.
They wouldn’t though.
Mikhail started at Burnip and the ordinary longsword on his hand.
For fairness, he himself had been handed two ordinary handguns.