Before Nathan could step forward, Merlin casually raised his hand.
"If we're doing a demonstration, shouldn't we send someone more qualified?"
Alden's gaze snapped to him, along with everyone else in the room.
Merlin stood up slowly, expression calm, tone controlled.
"I'll fight instead. As the rank one of the first years, it's my responsibility to fight.'
Nathan turned, his expression mixed between relief and confusion.
'Responsibility my ass…what am I even saying.'
Merlin didn't acknowledge Nathan's expression at all.
His cold gaze remained locked on Commander Alden.
This wasn't about Nathan.
This was about proving that he was the better choice. That he could take control of the story.
Alden stared at him for a long moment.
Then, with a slight nod, he gestured to the arena.
"Very well."
Merlin smirked.
'I'll do my best to win..No that's wrong..I will not lose.'
