[Leif's POV—ThorenVald Estate—Continuation]
CLASH! CLANG!
SLASH!!!
The ringing clash of steel finally fell silent. A single strike—clean, fast, and decisive—sent Caelum's sword flying into the dirt.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Dust swirled in golden light. And there stood Alvar—calm, hair slightly tousled, blade pointed at Caelum's throat like he'd just finished slicing through boredom itself.
The Baron raised both hands. "Aaaand that's enough! We have a winner! Nobody's dead—fantastic job, everyone!" He looked like a man who just wanted to retire and open a bakery.
The villagers erupted into cheers.
"Grand Duke Alvar wins!"
"Make way for the love champion!"
"Where's my twenty silver coins?!"
"Someone check if the prince still has all his limbs!"
I sighed, lowering my popcorn bag. "Well, that's that. My fiancé just publicly destroyed a royal. I should feel proud."
