To fight or to escape. Soon, a choice has to be made.

Melissa looked at Vincent. She crossed her arms and questioned, "But are you sure you are interested in requesting judgment by combat if all else fails? Are you strong enough to compete against B Rankers or higher in power?"

[It is a risky move, but we need to show the people not to mess with us. Additionally, only family members and their servants are allowed to participate.]

[I don't think an S Ranker would love to become their slave. Not to mention their nobility rank isn't high enough to have powerful slaves.]

Vincent stood up. He grinned and patted his chest. "If a man can't protect a woman in need, he isn't worthy of being called a man."

"Humph! Stop boasting and tell me a suitable answer."

"If our opponents would be B Rankers..." Vincent rubbed his chin and spent a few seconds thinking about how the fight would go. "We should be able to win."

"Win against B Rankers!? Are you saying you have a strong team of servants working under you?"