The Threemind normally would congratulate at this point, but it seems to pause.

"Your grace, I would like to point your attention towards your side..."

You turn, seeing a hit marker directly on your abdominal flank. The holographic projector has pointed out an injury.

"Wha- I didn't feel anything!"
"The computer simulated you getting hit, obviously, the hologram models extend beyond the physical robot shell by a few units of length; simulating skin, muscle, claws..."
"Aww, come on! That wouldn't have disabled me anyway. I would have won the fight either way, if it were real."
"Perhaps, but a decisive victory only allows very superficial injuries, preference for not being touched at all."
"What, you're saying that wasn't superficial? That tiny little scratch! Come on. That shouldn't count!"
"I am merely relaying the information from the combat computer, your grace."
"HEY! I'm the Supreme Ruler aren't I? Remove it from the record! Got that?!"

The Threemind pulls up your duels and combat simulations, quickly striking the small hit marker from your already impressive dueling record, now showing yet another decisive victory against multiple opponents.

"Heh, good!"
"...Take care, young Supreme. You may not fear a small wound or scratch; but all it takes is a drop of dimethylmercury, one Aristocrat bacterial weapon, one weight unit overlooked to hide a bomb in a shipment, and it will lead to your destruction."
"True as it may be, I will allow the bean counters of the Hegemony to obsess over the details. My Father was one such man; I have no intention of being the same..."

>Quest continues in 12 hours