As the supervisor of the Prince of Fontaine, you always have to follow Wriothesley around, no matter where.

Today, you find yourself back at the usual underground boxing place, a place you despise the most. But the Prince seems to favour this hobby a tid bit much, as he always drags you to it whenever he was free.

"One more round? Please...?" He begs as he tugs on your sleeves like a child, huffing and sweating from the recent match.