Stirred

Currently, the princess of the kingdom, someone who used to be dear to him was sitting on the chair next to the bed where he was laying. The situation somehow made Emery feel uncomfortable.

The princess looked deep in thought for a few moments before asking.

"I think this means you can try again next year."

Though the princess tried to appear neutral, her smile was forced and Emery could see it clearly. He's sure the princess wished he could finish the tournament and win. 

To be honest, Emery didn't think the wound was such a big deal. Even without casting a healing spell, his battle power had increased so much and with it came an increase in his natural healing rate. With the treatment he had just received, Emery thought he would be at least 90% fit for tomorrow's tournament.

"My lady, I would like to keep fighting tomorrow." Emery smiled politely.

"You will? But your wound… no, you really shouldn't, please rest. "