"One moment, Duke Qinghui."
Oreos spoke up. "Where is my sister? Didn't she go to spar with you this morning?"
"Miss Jocelyn, you mean?"
A subtle smile appeared on Westheid's face—a face so handsome it annoyed Oreos. The Duke Qinghui stroked his chin and said:
"The spar is over. I don't mean to be rude, but your sister seems to be all enthusiasm and no skill. Yesterday's match was enjoyable enough. Even though she didn't stand a chance from the very beginning, she refused to give up, relying on sheer willpower. I must say, I was impressed."
"But today... Heh. She was on her knees begging for mercy in less than a quarter of an hour. Utterly dull. It was as if she came just to wag her tail and beg for my pity."
Oreos flew into a rage. "Bullshit! There's no way my sister would beg you for mercy!"
Westheid said, "Then maybe she didn't. Just pretend I was talking nonsense."
