Chapter 10 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
“I should stop him.”
Thinking that the mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn could be badly injured, Lara leaned forward.
“It’s showtime!”
The host did not stop the match.
Rather, he quickly sent the starting signal in case someone stopped the match. The mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn ended up facing Demian’s combative spirit head-on without time to prepare himself. What was really unfortunate was that the mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn was a man who was ignorant of battles. He could not even feel the violent temper flowing from Demian’s body. He did not know whether the man in front of him was a rabbit, a lion, or a monster, he was just busy flexing himself.
“I will dedicate the victory of this battle to my Master Lady, the morning dew of Dvonn.”
He showed his manner in a stylish pose. Normally, cheers and admiration would have come out from the young noblewomen. However, the audience seat was still quiet, as if someone just threw a wet blanket.
“…”
As if being possessed, they were all looking at Lara’s mighty warrior, Demian. Even Miss Dvonn had her eyes fixed on Demian, not her mighty warrior.
Crooked posture, a cold gaze, nearly topless armor, and a beautiful face that was reminiscent of a demon. No one knew how a muscle could exude such deadly beauty. Even the vibe that was given off between Demian and the slaves, who were just acting to fight, was different. Everything was shocking.
“Oh no.”
Lara murmured.
“What’s wrong, milady?”
“I hope he won’t get too hurt… He won’t kill him, right?”
“Are you worried about your slave, milady?”
“No, other people’s slaves.”
The match started.
The mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn took a step forward as if he was dancing towards Demian. He knew how to handle his fleuret, the problem was the movement was only for the sake of looking cool. The tip of the thin fleuret was about to strike Demian on his ribs.
“…huh?”
Everyone doubted their eyes. Demian kicked the other mighty warrior on the stomach with his long legs.
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Whack.
Without having any time to scream, the mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn flew back with his eyes wide open. There was not much to say, Demian just lifted his leg and kicked him. He did not even use his sword. Even the young noblewomen, who secretly showed their excitement, held their breath this time.
The winner must give the honor of the victory to his Master Lady. Usually, along with a cheesy line, the winner would kiss the Master Lady’s handkerchief or hem of her dress. Sometimes, with the permission of their Master Ladies, the bold slaves would even walk up to the audience’s seat and kiss their Master Ladies.
No way.
Lara thought that would not happen. There was no way a slave from another country would know about the aristocracy of Hautean. But Demian was searching for Lara, he seriously took the loser’s sword and began to search the audience for his Master Lady.
The host who had found Lara first shouted loudly.
“Ah, there she is! Lady Laviore Bailey, the Master Lady of the mighty warrior with dangerous charm!”
The workers, holding magic lights in their hands, rushed to Lara and shone the colorful lights on her.
“It’s the moment of birth to the arena’s eccentric!”
Everyone looked at Lara. She sat barefoot on the chair with her long hair hanging out randomly. She glanced provocatively. Demian stared at her with a fierce face. It seemed like he would pull his sword out and put it on her neck at any moment. He smirked with his red lips. When his white teeth were slightly revealed, he licked it with the tip of his tongue.
He started walking towards Lara.
His long legs strode at the floor of the field. With the sword of the loser in one hand and the sword of the winner in the other, he approached Lara while staring only at her eyes persistently.
“Oh, so confident! The mighty warrior is on his way to dedicate his victory to his Master Lady!”
Although the host was shouting about something, Lara did not hear him. She was too fixated on Demian, who was walking towards her. And in the blink of an eye, he stood right in front of her.
She did not know what to say.
She wanted to tell him that she tried to free him, but she did not think it was the right word for the moment.
Demian talked to her first.
“Master Lady.”
His voice was so low that her heart skipped a beat. Konny, who was hiding behind Lara, began to get hiccups. All the young noblewomen who were scattered in the field were also focusing their eyes and ears on Lara’s side.
“I will dedicate my victory.”
Demian said while revealing a fang.
As if he was mocking Lara.
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Thud.
The sword of the loser fell to the floor. He did not dedicate it gracefully but threw it like a piece of trash.