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The duel with Tyros Riveldstein was interesting to Renold for several reasons: firstly, he wanted to test his own limits in a battle where he could not rely solely on powerful attacks, and secondly, he wanted, as a representative of the baron, to fight the count's adopted son. When the duel came to an end, Renold expressed a desire to help his opponent get up from the ground. —Perhaps the most exhausting duel of my life, — Ren sighed, wearily wiping sweat from his forehead. —I feel that I will need a whole week to recover. Thank you, Sir Tyros, it is a great honor for me, — he respectfully nodded to the count's son and the other students of Rutger.
— The feeling is mutual, — Tyros replied, accepting the help of his opponent, — I will be glad to fight you again sometime. — It's good that the students of this Gungnir did not disappoint, otherwise I was afraid that all the stories about it were a great exaggeration, — Burgundy commented, — but... Why am I the only one who didn't find an opponent? I really hope it's not because I'm a woman or not of noble blood...
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