Chapter 38
If the sword tournament honoring the Goddess Friedea was a place to earn honor, the underground arena was a place to amass immense wealth.
In the arena where both the audience and the participants were seized by madness, heated cheers and shouts echoed throughout.
Inside the circular arena.
The gladiator, watching Khal warm up his blade, spoke.
“Kid, this isn’t a playground for children. If you aren’t careful, your head might just be snipped off by this big brother’s sword.”
“…”
Khal didn’t bother responding, finding it too bothersome to deal with him.
Instead, he looked at the referee as if asking when they would begin.
Throb!
Veins bulged on the gladiator’s forehead at that sight, and he growled.
“It seems you still don’t know who I, Heraus, am! Before I came here to Isilia, I was a criminal who committed countless murders regardless of gender or age!”
Khal finally looked at Heraus, perhaps feeling a bit of curiosity.
His dry eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.
Finding that quite frustrating, Heraus continued his story to try and intimidate Khal.
“I could have been revered as a knight, but I didn’t just touch the daughter of a famous noble family—I killed her. That’s why I ended up here. Hehehehe, I’m someone who was almost a knight!”
A knight.
The meaning of that title in this world was not singular.
It could mean a master of the sword, an Aura User, or a Grand Master.
It was a target for all who held a sword and a descriptor that inspired awe.
