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The moment Prevot stepped into the Fourth Training Ground, he began to act all high and mighty. But did he just forget that he was the one who got knocked out by me earlier?

He probably thinks that the blow he received was just a stroke of luck or something unexpected. But honestly, getting punched in the face and blown away by someone he looked down upon without feeling any discomfort shows a serious lack of talent.

If such a person is considered top-notch in the academy, then the standard of this world must be pretty low.

I feel sorry for Asha, but if someone at the A-rank adventurer level is that mediocre, then it’s inevitable to say that the overall level is too low.

“If the guy who got knocked out by me earlier has the nerve to say that. If you don’t want to get knocked out again, you better kneel down now and apologize. I might forgive you.”

“Huh? You’re just acting all tough because you landed one lucky shot. You didn’t seriously think that lucky punch was your real strength, did you?”

“No, isn’t it too lame to call it luck and make excuses for not being able to dodge the attack from a weakling who’s trying to provoke you? If you’re so eager to call it luck, we can settle it with a proper duel, alright? If I lose… yeah, I’ll even become your slave.”

“Ha! Hahaha! Don’t make me laugh!! Well, if that’s what you want, I don’t mind at all. Just don’t say you’ll stop halfway, okay?”

I really want this guy to learn his lesson, but even if we make some oral agreement there, Prevot will probably find some excuse not to hand over whatever we bet, even if he loses, and then he’ll nitpick about fairness or cheating and run away. So I pushed for a duel based on a proper contract, but Prevot fell for the trap surprisingly easily, and I had to fight back the urge to laugh.

And so, while barely restraining my laughter, I proceeded to arrange a duel according to Prevot’s wishes under the terms of the contract.

By the way, this entire sequence is a kind of contract magic, so if the contract is broken, unbearable agony will strike.

“Alright, if I win this duel, Kaiser, you’ll be my slave.”

“I don’t mind, but in that case, if you lose, you’ll have to impose commensurate demerits. Are you really okay with that?”

Prevot still seems to lack some brainpower to think about what will happen if he loses.

Nevertheless, I’m in the same boat, but that’s because I understand Prevot’s current strength, and I’m confident I won’t lose. That’s why I can propose this heavy penalty.