The Third Prince of the Kingdom of Ravino.
Fabian the Bastard.
Fabian was well aware of the nickname he was called, and he didn't really care, because he'd been living like a rascal for so long.
He was used to being hated.
"Waaaaaah!"
"Go, Third Prince!"
So hearing the cheers from behind him wasn't something he could get used to. Pointing their fingers at him and calling him an incompetent and garbage.
"What a bunch of scumbags."
"Do I look so easy to you, being distracted in the middle of a duel?"
Fabian turned his gaze to the woman in front of him.
A disciple of the Swordswoman.
Adela.
She ran up to him quickly and swung her sword.
Her movements seemed to dance with her mesmerizing appearance.
Sharpness contained within softness.
Fabian lightly dodged the attack, admiring Adela's face. Adela frowned at the sickening smile.
"Please don't look at me like that."