Every single thing about Walter irritated me: the way he walked, the infuriating smirk, his piercing gaze, and the way he skillfully swung his sword in an elegant horizontal figure-eight as he approached the combat spot. His every action patronized me. I admitted that his skill was far superior to mine—honestly, his skill probably surpassed all contestants here. But did he really need to show off like that?
"Seeing you again so soon, dear little human," he said, stopping a good distance in front of me.
Inwardly, I was grateful for the gap, remembering how our last proximity didn't end well for me.
"Are you ready to lose? Don't worry. If your defeats means getting rejected, I'll consider taking you in," he remarked with a wry grin, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
I suppressed
