Chapter 50
It happened suddenly.
A brief exchange.
Three strikes.
A shift.
A gap.
And—
Tap.
Rudeus's sword struck cleanly.
Paul froze.
That wasn't a lucky hit.
That was decisive.
"…I lost."
Silence filled the yard.
Rudeus lowered his sword.
"…Yes."
No pride.
No excitement.
Just fact.