Durandal found the current situation somewhat difficult to accept.
However, after a few more tests, some with far more shocking results than the first one, he could only accept that his fellow Noravian's simple and seemingly stupid method had worked.
Elara was even more pleased that Daru was correct than Daru himself was.
She made sure to rub everything thoroughly right on the half-jerk's face, chirping infuriating remarks here and there.
Durandal had erupted once, failing to contain his emotions and greatly pleasing the petty princess.
Nonetheless, winning the race remained their priority, so they still discussed things properly, if only out of duty between the two SSS-rankers.
Durandal's brain — slightly twisted by bone-deep elitism engraved in him since his youth — was at least developed enough for him not to throw a tantrum and throw the race out the window.
