"Scara, let's have one sparring match? Pleaaaaase?~"*

Childe once again persuades Scaramouche to spar, he knew that he had already annoyed the sixth harbinger with his whining, but he will continue to do this until the Ballad Author loses his temper. In the end, Scara gave up and agreed to sparring.

In the golden chamber, Childe was twirling his hydro daggers, which glittered in the dim lighting, reflecting in his eyes. There was excitement and excitement in the harbinger's eyes, he was literally eager for this battle!

"I hope you won't disappoint me, Balladeer." Childe spoke and his laughter echoed through the hall, Scaramouche did not retreat, a large electric spear appeared in his hands, which shone beautifully purple in his hands, and he began his attacks as if dancing, moving beautifully and also dangerously, almost no one had a chance to play against Scaramouche, but Childe did not He gave up. He dodged the sixth harbinger's attack

"Not bad…"