The Day of the Tournament

"Do you really have to do this?" Watching Valyr get ready to leave the inn once more, Wells decided to pose a question to his friend. "I know it has something to do with the inheritance and all that, but... do you really have to do this?"

"I'll have to fight against them sooner or later, you know?" Flashing a faint bitter smile at his friend, Valyr continued to wear the pieces of Nascent Wyvern Armor over his clothing. "Though it might seem like the three other candidates and I are entering the inheritance together, I know for a fact that we'll quickly head off our separate ways to reap our own benefits."

"With that, fighting against them even before we enter the inheritance allows me to gain an edge over them," he continued. "Of course, I'm pretty sure you've heard of the saying 'Know yourself and your enemy'..."

"...and you need not fear a thousand battles." At those words, Wells let out a low sigh. "It's something even my parents used to tell me."