Then Catherine glanced at Beowulf, her tone shifting slightly.
"However—"
Beowulf stepped forward, arms crossed, his golden braid brushing his shoulder, "No need to sugarcoat it, Instructor."
"Hmm?" Everyone's attention moved to him.
His gaze settled firmly on one person.
"Arjuna."
Arjuna didn't look up. His fists rested on his knees, knuckles slightly pale. He could guess what the captain would say.
Beowulf didn't soften his voice. "You lost two matches in a row. I'm not going to pretend it didn't happen. The first? Understandable. Karna's a monster. He had two celestial-grade Arcana Spirits. He is good at range combat and close combat. Not even I have the confidence that I can beat him swiftly. No shame there."
He took a breath.
