"Don't tell me you'll become more confident with these women cheering for you from the side," Harvey said, completely unaffected by the women's words.

Instead, he even teased Sverker for it.

Sverker used these women to strike at his morale, so Harvey wouldn't pull his punches. While the two of them hadn't crossed swords, their fight had begun from the moment they met.

"You have quite a sharp tongue!" Sverker said with a snort.

He waved his hands, signaling the women to stop. After that, his right hand slowly reached for the hilt of his sword sheathed by his waist. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Harvey.

"You're quite arrogant! I really hope that you can still be as arrogant once I cleave you in half!"

Harvey shrugged. "I think you're the one being arrogant here. Normally speaking, you should be the one begging for your life. Your so-called chivalry is to bend your knee to your betters, isn't it?"

"Fool!" Sverker cried; Harvey's words hit a nerve, and his right hand sudde