Episode 67 – Choosing the Arena floor (2/2)
“Don’t tellstays inside the Arena?”
Elaru’s expression suddenly froze She wanted to say so a few times but sed it down Finally, she settled for “Uh…actually, yeah There is no better place to learn fighting than the Arena I know the Ashar and Malia Arenas like the back of my hand”
“Eh? You’ve been to Malia too?” Kiel suddenly coot about the ticket he needed to buy
Elaru looked up at Kiel in surprise His usually indifferent and calaze currently contained…excitement?
“Too? Have you actually been to Malia?”
Kiel’s eyebrow furrohen he saw Elaru’s obvious surprise “It’s not like I’ve never been outside Beyd…in fact, I go to Malia once a year My father feels an obligation to buyabout what I like So each year, he buys ured that everyone loves warlock battles so I should be like every other male and like it too Then he takes ood father for one day”
Elaru’s eyes widened, and she gazed at Kiel in shock Then she slowly raised her hand and placed it on Kiel’s forehead “You…actually…shared so well?”
Kiel’s eyebrow started twitching, and he growled out in between gritted teeth “Keep doing that, and it will be the last ti personal with you”
As if she was burned with fire, Elaru removed her hand from his forehead and put her hands up in surrender “No! No Apologies Please continue”
Kiel glared at her “I’”
Elaru pouted, her long ears dropping down sadly Then she looked up at Kiel fro eyelashes and asked hopefully “Don’t bepersonal about me in return?”
Kiel refrained froazed at her coldly
“I actually really wanna get to know you better You are my mate, after all We are buddies for life; we are supposed to be able to trust each other and help each other” She spoke softly in such a pitiful tone that Kiel was struggling to stay hed in resignation
“Fine My favorite warlocks are Trickster and Double Yours?”
When his voice fell, Elaru’s eyes lit up and her mouth involuntarily rin slowly reat taste!”
Kiel’s eyes narrowed, and he looked at her suspiciously “Why do I get the feeling you are teasing me?”
Elaru shrugged “I meant what I said In fact, they are my favorites too!”
Before Kiel could further ponder over her soed the subject “Since you like them, I assume you saw their match live?”
“Yeah” Kiel nodded “More than one actually”
Elaru’s ser and averted his gaze towards the workers selling tickets “Two daily tickets to the 23rd floor”
“One ticket, actually” Elaru interrupted Kiel looked back at her “I’ve got an all-floor long term pass”
Of course you do…
I am the noble here so why is it that you are the rich one instead?
Kiel shook his head, gruht his ticket He then turned towards the large spiral staircase that went along the edges of the pit to the botto the stairs, he decided to jump down into the pit instead Of course, there was a contraption called “the elevator” but that was for elibu And Kiel had never ridden one before so it was safer to use the old-fashi+oned way and just jump into the pit
Elaru followed hi to talk to him on the way down She seemed awfully happy to converse about their mutual favorite warlocks “Which one of their matches was it that converted you into their fan? Trickster’s and Double’s, I mean?”
Kiel didn’t even need to think to recall that one match The first match of the tarlocks he had seen
(8 years ago)
It was a clear and sunny day in the Arena city Unfortunately, Kiel mood wasn’t nearly as clean and sunny as the weather On the one hand, being brought to Malia was certainlyat Beyd On the other hand, watching warlocks battle, while truly entertaining, only served as a re more than just a spectator
It served to remind hi hard to becoe, he was still weak Sometimes he felt that all that effort was in vain That perhaps, 4 years ago, he haddecision
Alas, his father had no idea that bringing hiood birthday present But if he complained about it, his father would surely ask him what he would prefer as a present And then he wouldn’t be able to respond
For the things he wanted, weren’t things that he illing to tell to his father If he told him the truth, his father would have that distant and miserable look in his eyes And then the mood of the entire trip would plummet down even further to the point where he would wish that he wasn’t even on the trip To the point that Beyd would look pleasant
So, he stayed silent and followed behind his father like an obedient little noble boy, as they made their way into the VIP seats of the Arena
Only when he heard his father greet someone did he finally show some interest and looked up