"A challenge..."
Wolf’s current level of astonishment far surpassed that of the two sentries at the main gate. He stood at the edge of the training hall, his mind reeling with confusion. What exactly was happening here? Had the Young Master developed a new, masochistic hobby? Or had his years of bullying commoners and chasing defenseless maidens given him a dangerously inflated sense of his own combat prowess?
Wolf desperately wanted to advise Liam against making a public spectacle of himself, but the memory of the morning's cold warning kept the words trapped in his throat. He sighed internally, reasoning that no one in The Willow Watch would truly dare to lay a hand on the Commander’s son. At worst, he’d have to go out and hire a few "skilled actors" to climb onto the stage and lose gr
