The dagger was kicked away, which was exactly what she wanted. She immediately adopted a battle stance, standing with her legs apart in a horse stance and clenching her fists. "Come on, Heather, let me see how much you can really do! I, Lucia, on the name of the Right Envoy, guarantee that if I lose to you today, I will never bother you again!"
Seeing this, it seemed that Lucia didn't really intend to kill Heather, which left them unsure whether to stop the fight or not.
"Lord Laike, what should we do?"
"Well, it stands to reason... even if Miss Sevry loses to the Right Envoy, she shouldn't lose too badly, after all, she is the Amaryllis."
"But isn't Miss Sevry still recovering from a serious injury? She must have some difficulties in moving."
"So do we stop them or not? Do we need to report this to the leader?"
Before they could come to a decision, Lucia had already made her move against Heather.
