Reymond swung his spear to meet Azul's attack. Sparks burst out as metal clashed, and a sharp gust of wind spread through the hall. Azul leapt backward, landing near Reika, then calmly adjusted his white robe as he turned to face Reymond.
"Good morning, Prince Reymond. You look angry as usual. Why don't we just-"
Before Azul could finish his sentence, Reymond was already in front of him, his face twisted with pure rage.
"Fatal Impalement!"
He thrust his spear straight at Azul. Azul barely managed to dodge to the side, but despite his quick reaction, the edge of the attack still tore part of his robe.
"Well, it seems you really don't want to have a chat, huh?" Azul said lightly.
Reymond didn't respond. He continued his assault relentlessly, giving Azul no room to breathe. He had no intention of exchanging words with the man who had kidnapped his sister. Every swing and thrust was sharp, precise, and merciless, all of them aimed straight at Azul.
