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Eyed fixedly, Mr. Cyclone looked at the elven lady next to Sonja, and she looked back at him.

After about three seconds, neither of them intended to speak.

Perhaps realizing the awkward situation, Sonja finally introduced this elven lady to Mr. Cyclone.

"Mr. Cyclone, this is my friend, Bettina."

"Oh, I see."

"Bettina, this is Mr. Cyclone."

The elven lady's attire was different from the people in the city. Bettina's green clothing had a strong sense of nature. The simple white and green combination was elegant and evoked the impression of a forest hunter in his mind.

The source of this feeling was the longbow and quiver she carried on her back, which completely revealed her commanding presence as an arrogant forest hunter.

Despite her commanding presence, Bettina was also a beauty in the forest, with bright eyes and fair skin. She could easily be mistaken for Sonja's sister if it weren't for her long pointed ears.

"You're the one who calls Sonja his wife."

Using simple and direct language, Bettina revealed her youthful and powerful voice in just one sentence.

But there was a sense of unease in her sharp gaze, as if there was a meaning beyond joking in her words.

Sonja was right here. If he backed down now, all the previous efforts would be in vain, Mr. Cyclone had to admit.

"Yes, I am."

He answered calmly, as if stating a fact.

Sonja was already startled when she heard her friend ask such a question, and she became even more flustered.

But when she heard Mr. Cyclone's answer, her flustered reaction stopped, and her face turned red.

"I see..."

Bettina glanced at Sonja, then looked back at Mr. Cyclone.

"Even so, you are still the enemy."

It was a concise yet powerful statement, in just one sentence, Bettina made her position clear.

To confirm his speculation, Mr. Cyclone suddenly grabbed Sonja's arm.

In less than half a second, Bettina did the same, holding onto Sonja's other hand, as if asserting her presence.

Mr. Cyclone understood. Indeed, as Bettina said, he and she were enemies.

Mr. Cyclone let go of his hand, the current situation was unfavorable for him.

Apart from the fact that he was facing a familiar and long-time yuri opponent, Mr. Cyclone was now facing another trouble.

"Bettina?"

Still holding Sonja's hand, it seemed she had no intention of letting go.

No, Mr. Cyclone understood. Bettina wanted to attract Sonja's attention by doing this.

Through Bettina's eyes, Sonja also looked over.

The two children who hadn't had a chance to speak on the side became the focus of attention once again through Bettina's gaze. In this situation, Mr. Cyclone had no chance of ignoring the two children.

"Master, please accept me as your disciple!!"

As soon as Mr. Cyclone looked at the little boy named Mr. Summer, he immediately knelt down.

"Little Mr. Summer, right? Do you want to become Mr. Cyclone's disciple?"

Sonja asked.

"Yes!!!"

The situation seemed to be getting out of hand. In order to decisively reject this trouble, Mr. Cyclone decided to end it with the "truth".

"Those are just rumors. I don't fight or use magic..."

"These children know about that and want to learn from you precisely because you have wisely defeated the Grand Minister and repelled the witch!!"

Counterattacked unexpectedly, Mr. Cyclone realized that the opponent had known the truth from the very beginning. Although he did not know the full extent of it, Mr. Cyclone did not want to deny their intelligence.

"Isn't this great? Why not give him a chance?"

"Well, in the elf clan, a master would confirm the qualifications of a disciple through a duel. How about having one now?"

"Oh, that's a good suggestion!"

With Sonja's smile and Bettina's sneaky grin in the background, the two of them disregarded Mr. Cyclone's opinion.

Xia wants to give it a try!"

Slap!

In the end, Mr. Cyclone could only slap his own face in resignation, reluctantly accepting a duel that he did not want to engage in.