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As much as Sulvan had steadily become more accustomed to these events over the recent years, he still found himself shying away from anything close to the forefront of it. Sticking to the sidelines, to the shadows, and just keeping a watch. It was in his nature to observe, not participate. Besides, it was hardly fair for him to compete in most of the events. His training, his experiences, it was hardly fair to put him against ordinary knights hwen he was used to taking a beating from beasts far beyond the normal. So, instead, he was enjoying the show. The clanging metal around him would usually have him on edge, but for now, he was content to enjoy it.
Eventually, however, he found himself navigating his way toward the queen, perched far enough above the crowd that he could observe it all.
“You certainly know how to throw an event, my queen.” His word’s were steady, a smile set upon his lips as he took one of the open seats. It was the truth, from what he’d seen of the other countries, he still felt as though Valtolia was in the best position for an event like this. This was probably the most relaxed the Witcher had been in a long time.