It even felt like she was inhuman. There was no need for that," soone said.
"Yeah, there wasn’t. So now we have to wait a week? That’s not good. This was the match we were waiting for. We were looking forward to other perforrs too. What about Asta and Zevric? Next week, we’ll have to wait to see them," soone else added.
"Well, it’s the king who made the decision. There’s nothing we can say. We’ll have to leave," another voice in the crowd said.
The crowd stood up and walked out of the arena while Nolan sat on his seat, so other participants still looking at the arena.
"This isn’t right. What she did isn’t right one bit. Sothing felt strange. Even that skill that made her injury co back to normal... it’s very strange, but I don’t know how to put my finger on it," Nolan said.
"It’s not a skill. It’s a forbidden spell that makes one immortal. It’s called Consu Life. You have to consu life to make her whole," Lyra said.
"But wait... what she did is really outstanding. She might defeat us if we fight her," Celia said.
"Yes, she might defeat you and Linda. Even if you guys cut her down, she can even join back as long as the fatigue kicks in for both of you. She’ll see that as an opportunity," Lyra said.
"Yeah, that’s actually a big problem, but not just that... sothing is really strange. It’s not adding up. She was enjoying seeing him in pain, and she tried to kill him, maybe leaving him half-dead. Because if you kill soone fully during a fight, you get disqualified," Nolan said.
"Yes, and not just that. She took his voice away, preventing him from speaking. That’s another thing—the spell she might have learned isn’t cheap. And now I finally understand what’s going on. I think she’s in a cult—the very cult you wanted to strike down, which Luthar leads. I think... ah, she’s there. And not just, her master Kyrion and sela will also be there, in the sa cult. ," Lyra said.
"Yes, the possibility is very high. It doesn’t matter. If things co down to that, it’s fine. I won’t lose to him, immortal or not," Nolan said.
"Well, yes, you will win, I think. Even if they can repair a single punch from you, or flick off your finger, and their head... you could smash them into a wall, breaking every single bone. Even if it’s rejoined, you can’t let them avoid feeling pain continuously. I think they’ll give up," Lyra said.
"Yeah, but still, being in the cult... I didn’t expect that. The fight is going to take a long ti, about a week. And before the next match, they didn’t even tell us who is going to fight next," Nolan said.
"So, what are we going to do, master? Are we going to stay here?" Linda asked.
"I don’t think so. We’ll go back to Sindra," Nolan answered.
"Sindra? Isn’t that far? Can’t we wait until the tournant is over?" Celia asked.
"I don’t know. Sothing doesn’t feel right today," Nolan replied.
He rembered the Red Wolves attacking. It had been inhuman. And the way she had taken his voice and used it as an opportunity to finish him—it wasn’t fair. He hadn’t even been able to speak, yet he could die.
"Yeah, that was strange," Celia said.
"All participants, including Cora herself, there are about fourteen of you remaining. You who are still here have nothing left to do, but if you want, you may co back anyti. The king has already prepared a mansion for you. Each of you will have your own room and everything you need," the emissary said.
"By the side of the royal castle, near the king’s castle. You will have the honor to stay in one of his finest houses," he added.
"We go back to Sindra tomorrow" Nolan said.
Celia and Linda exchanged glances but didn’t argue. The tension from the tournant still lingered in the air, and everyone knew it wasn’t over yet. Even with the crowd gone and after what had happened with Cora, the weight of the fights pressed down on them.
"So today, we are going to be staying in the Royal Castle, right?" Celia asked.
"Here we are," Lyra said. "Wow, I can’t wait to see it. I’ve never been in one."
"Wait, wait. First of all, who told you that you were coming? You’re not a participant, and you’re not even ant to be here right now," Nolan said to her.
Lyra thought, Even if I’m not a participant, I’m with you, right? My companions.
"Nah, you’re going to stay with Cynthia. We’re not coming back. And one thing I want you to know is, there are different types of food in the Royal Castle—especially so you’ve never tasted before," Nolan added.
"Please, I want to co. It won’t be a big deal. Or I can just join now," Lyra said.
"Well, it won’t work. You have to leave now. You can go," Nolan said firmly.
"Hey, man," Tharion said as he stood up and walked over to Nolan, who was still sitting. "This last match was really tough. The lady was strong. Did you notice anything weird about her?" Tharion asked.
"Yes, it was. Everyone noticed, noticed it. But what they didn’t notice is she’s immortal," Nolan said.
"What? Immortal? I didn’t notice that. All I noticed was she wasn’t just here to win. She was also here to kill," Tharion said.
"Yeah, that’s just it," Nolan said.
"I don’t like her as an opponent. She’ll be a bad match for . But still, the Red Wolves and the other things she summons are useless. The only thing that will be annoying is if I try to strike her and nothing happens," Tharion said.
"Have you heard from Zevric? I hope he’s okay," Nolan said.
"Yeah, he’s supposed to be. I’m sure right now he’s resting in a large bedroom in the mansion," Tharion said.
"Oh yes, you may be right. That didn’t cross my mind," Nolan replied.
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