Seeing Steelblade gradually recover, Orion shifted his gaze back to the square.
"Lord, that orc youngling has gone berserk. Are we really letting them continue the fight?"
Dace approached Orion and quietly offered his warning.
"Why wouldn't we?"
In truth, Orion was a little pleased—Zargoth's talent was quite impressive. Even after going berserk, this kid had remained rational, which wasn't an easy feat.
Orion's reply instantly snuffed out Dace's notion of halting the duel.
"Steelblade, lift your head. Watch Rolan's fight. Look closely at your opponent."
"Think about it. Why did you lose?"
"Your sister—your father—both of them are warriors on the battlefield."
"Do you want to become a coward who can't face failures or mistakes?"
Orion spoke calmly, but the words reached Steelblade's ears like a bolt from the blue, shaking the youngling out of his disheartened state.
"No… I want to be a giant as powerful as my father and sister. I'm no coward!"
