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âDoes that look like him?â
ââ¦.?â
Of course, heâs more like a human being, and what he just said sounded more like a mockery of Count Maient, who had just come to mind. Siriâs gaze was drawn to Terra. When he took the money out of his shoes, he had a pocket of money in one hand and a smelly shoe sole in the other.
Ssk, covering her nose with her hands, Siri turned away.
ââ¦itâs a saying.â
******
Edward Blaine. His armed condition, which goes by the alias Blaine, was quite impressive. A long sword hung from the hand, a bow and arrow on the back, and a thick leather belt tied around the waist, with daggers and middle swords hanging from various bags. He looked more like a warrior than a gladiator, dressed in worn-out leather armor, black leather pants, and leather shoes.
His opponent was a middle-aged man with a long scar on the left side of his face. There were also numerous wounds on the body. The two men stood there staring at each other. Following a brief moment, a middle-aged man jumped in first.
Tak!
He slammed the ground and reached for Blaineâs hand, stretching out his big hand. She could tell he was serious about grabbing his neck and shoving him. The manâs body, which had been caught in one swoop, was bent back just before his hand touched Blaineâs neck.
ââ¦..â
It was instant.
âGAAAAAAAAAAAH!â
It wasnât broken, but a manâs open mouth screamed in pain as his muscles were being pulled hard. His wide eyes were filled with blood, and veins bulge out of his thick arms. As time passed, it grew darker and darker.
Blaine pushed him away after putting pressure on him for a while, provoking boos from the audience. It must be to provide a scene of its own that does not immediately suppress it. The man who had been pushed forward in a hunched position twisted his upper body. His eyes were glistening with flesh.
âI didnât like this bastard from the first time I saw him in the waiting room!â
The man regains his posture and kaak! once the distance is separated. He spit on the ground. It was a vulgar gesture to show that he wasnât afraid.
âDamn. What is the percentage of my win rate here!â
The man who determined that he was not a right opponent drew the middle sword he was wearing around his waist and held it in both hands. But he couldnât get to it right away.
It was because he was overwhelmed by Blaineâs atmosphere. A cold sweat ran down the manâs forehead.
Woooo⦠Woooooooo.
The audience eventually booed.
âHey, you little bastard! Iâve bet a lot of money on you; what are you doing in front of a newbie?â
âLetâs get this over with! Itâs well worth the money!
Rough swear words poured out everywhere.
Woooooooo!
The man grated his teeth under constant pressure, revealing his yellow teeth. With a short sound, he rushed to Blaine and lowered his posture, aiming for Blaineâs waist.
Slashâ!
However, the manâs attack did not reach Blaine.
Just once.
Just like the moment, the manâs body hardened in a short period of time. It was a mess because he had blood in his mouth and a slight cut in his nose. It was a wound that was suffered without even a hint of the sword being drawn out.
Once again, silence fell.
He wasnât seriously hurt, but the atmosphere darkened.
âJust one more hit, and thatâll be your final attack.â
ââ¦..â
The man bit his lower lip. He returned his weapons to his hands and pulled out a huge ax that he was wearing behind his back. He was about to blow it away at the time.
Kwang!
Unlike Blaine, who moved first, he grabbed his face with a large hand and pushed him back.
âU-ughâ!â
The man let out a short groan before collapsing. The hall is now deafeningly silent.
ââ¦..â
[T-the newcomer who joined for the first time today defeated the systemâs longest active gladiator and won!]
The host, who had come to his senses, shouted through a magical loudspeaker.
Whoaaaaaa!
Only then did the audience react. Despite the loud applause, he did not raise his hand. The show is going to be exactly like this, and then he left. Its indifference turned out to be an opportunity for the strong, increasing the audienceâs enthusiasm.
In the heat of excitement.
âTerra.â
Serdel sent a signal. Blaine, she canât let him go like that. Terra, who had just collected the dividend, quickly turned away.
ââUh.â
But he stopped instead of going. When she turned around to see what was going on, she was surprised to see an unexpected figure standing right behind her.
âItâs been a while. Young Lady Serdel Robbesta.â
Palden Asladen, the second Prince who had pushed her to this point, was smiling. Because it had not been trimmed, the burning red hair was messy. Tall, with a thick neck and broad shoulders. The muscular body has been suffocating because it does seem to be facing a huge wall. And thereâs a thick line, fierce eyes. The sharp impression she didnât expect to see here made her heart drop.
ââ¦I see the second Prince.â
He stopped Serdel, who was about to greet him.
âIn a place like this, thereâs no need to be so hard. Itâs causing me to lose interest. Youâre here to have a good time, arenât you?â
She looked around and saw that there was no more room. The nobles, who are quick-witted, appear to have avoided the prince the moment they saw him.
âDamn itââ
My throat has dried up.
âFrom the back, I donât think youâve ever lost it. I was a little surprised. You made a fortune, didnât you?â
Is it petty or playful? He spoke softly, raising the corner of his mouth and holding a rather large-looking money bag in his hand.
âI also made some money. I didnât expect Young Lady to have such a good eye for people,â he said several times as he tossed the money bag.
ââ¦..â
âOnce again, Iâm surprised.â
When he got closer, she trembled. The thick energy he emits makes her dizzy. The pressure was also no joke. âI was just lucky.â Serdel, who had managed to open her mouth, smiled awkwardly.
Why the hell did he come here? Just for the sake of entertainment? It has to be. He shouldnât have come here with the same intentions as she did. Especially if heâs after himâ.
âOh, that last silver hair was incredible. Strangers may have thought it was simple, but the sense of movement itself was extraordinary. He was born in an environment that influenced his surroundings.â
ââ¦..â
âWhat do you think, Young Lady?â
Her throat is tense. It wouldnât happen, but she was desperate because she thought she was going to lose him.
âIt wasâ it was cool.â
âIt was cool? You seemed to enjoy the character. But is that all? I thought thereâd be more impressions if it was Young Lady, but isnât it too simple?â
Her grip was drenched in sweat. There was no time to turn it off in this situation. She avoided answering by kicking at Terraâs feet, who was still bowing his head, while also creating a gap.
âTerra, what are you doing? Without going.â
âA-ah, yes. Lady.â
He snuck out of the seat while looking around. Fortunately, Palden didnât even look at him. He was only interested in Serdel.
âDid you enjoy it? Isnât it true that Young Lady despises going to the gladiatorial arena because itâs so barbaric and messy?â
It is, indeed. Who wouldnât want to show up in a dress to such a sweaty and rough place?
âItâs so crowded from the entrance where only aristocrats enter and exit.â
âAs expected, is it because youâre Dame Addis Robbestaâs sister?â
ââ¦..â
âIâve heard youâll be a part of this expedition. I have a lot of questions for Young Lady. If you have time, how about a cup of tea?â
âPlease accept my apologies, Your Highness. Iâm not your servant or a close friend. I hope you donât lose your manners in front of me, the Young Lady of a noble family.â
His actions and words were so arrogant that he gave the impression of a scoundrel. Regardless of whether he is one of the male protagonists, he is a target to seduce. She couldnât bring herself to cringe. Because she knows from past experience how much a personâs charm can be diminished.
Furthermore, the priority was not to lose Blaine and Radun at this time.