CHAPTER 443: OF SAUSAGES AND THEIR BUNS (2/2)
At least, that was how this whole scene was supposed to have proceeded. The long-awaited catharsis never happened. The Dwarf never even spared his defeated opponent a single look, instead throwing down these words before leaving, “you’re too skinny.”
You’re too skinny… too skinny… skinny…
What the fish?! What do you mean she’s too skinny? Look at her! She even fainted because of your harsh words. I swear… this place is just full of uncivilized barbarians who do not understand the sacred waifu. Just imagine for a second, what if all the Dark Elven females were all like your Dwarven females… oh jebus… urrrggh… better destroy this world just to be safe!
No, that Dwarf is just being prudent. He knew that his ugly mug wasn’t worthy of that Dark Elf. That’s right, that’s why he left like that… It’s just a pity that the lady had to suffer because of that…
The moment that Dwarf walked off, the audience stands erupted in thunderous booing. There were even some who questioned if her sausage polisher was even functioning. Then there was talk if this sausage was actually a bun, not a sausage at all! All manner of slander was tossed about to explain this strange sight, and it was mostly the females who were slandering too. The scene was even worse than a fish market right now.
As for me, I was devastated by this whole turn of events. Yes, I did not hope to see a beautiful girl like that assassin die if possible, but the same could be said for an innocent like that Dwarf as well. But the fact was that I needed souls. Also, where is my promised soul?
At this rate, when will I even get my healthy body back? My face progressively became blacker at that point.
“Your holiness, do not mind that Dwarf, their race has a different sense of beauty from ours.” Paliseth shook her head lightly and smiled. “Paliseth knows that your holiness wishes to relax so she had someone prepare for a more exciting match later. I’m sure your holiness will be surprised as well.”
“Surprised?” I turned to find a confident Paliseth smiling back at me. “What kind of ‘surprised’ are we talking about here?”
“Your holiness will see soon enough.” Having said that, Paliseth turned her attention back to the colosseum.
Well, since you put it that way, I guess I will just have to see then.
The crestfallen assassin had already left the ring and the new challengers had been chosen. Not too long after, a man and woman walked out from opposing sides of the colosseum.
Because we were seated at the highest point in the colosseum, and also because of my heightened Devil senses, I was able to clearly see what was going on down there as if I was actually there. I was even able to see the slight change in both the challengers’ faces.
The two challengers had fully stepped into the ring at this point. The man was a tall, lanky and handsome Dark Elf. The woman was a human warrior wielding a sword and shield and was roughly twenty-seven years old.
The man wore a set of leather armor that allowed for easy movement. The leather armor itself was adorned with intricate weavings that were only matched by the pair of engraved longswords he wielded. Longsword held in a reverse grip in one hand, the Dark Elf arrogantly turned his nose up at the female and even snorted.
Oh boy, there’s your typical arrogant rich kid attitude.
The woman looked decently pretty had it not been for that awful hemp clothes she had on now. Her golden flowing hair reached up to her shoulders. Her peach-shaped face and high-nose matched well with her golden eyes to give her an almost heroic look. Somehow… she seemed even more arrogant than that rich Dark Elf over there. Of course, that could just be her trying to protect the last shreds of her dignity. Or she could have just been born with that kind of face…