⚔️Serberia

“It was incredible, Hecatia,” the white-haired man remarked, “I think the old man hasn’t been so stunned in a long time.” “And what could he do? I’m not a fighter, and certainly not a mage; challenging someone like me to a duel is the same as trampling on his own warrior’s honor. And by the way, don’t call me that… I won’t repeat it again.” “Well, he looks quite foolish to lock you in a dungeon or something else for the insult.” “And risk involving his country in a conflict with Serberia?” Rutger disagreed. “It seems your famed insight is starting to fail you.” “Hmm, is that so? Wars have started over less. But, speaking of which, now I understand why what happened to you, happened. It seems that when you met your future wife, you used up all your luck for the rest of your life…” As Hecatia’s heel dug into Jan Dere’s finger, he howled in pain.