The witch thought I am a Demon God

"Gladiators could be considered a sub-category of the knight profession, rather than an independent profession. They are essentially a nostalgic occupation fashioned by the Senate using the Rule of the Gladiator, which emerged after the knight profession gained popularity."

The Ice Witch said to Ivita, "I don’t know the specifics because I have never crossed paths with them."

"If you ever find yourself at odds with them, you’ll quickly understand what the gladiator profession is."

"However, I believe that on the battlefield, these ’Berserk’ warriors with core skills do not know how to conserve their energy—they only know how to kill in the most frenzied way possible within the shortest time frame. They are indeed unfit for the battlefield, far less useful than the ordinary knights."

Ivita smirked.

What a nostalgic occupation indeed.

The Ice Witch’s analogy was quite amusing.

At this point, the musicians had stopped playing, and everyone at the ball had gathered around to watch Baron Taketick and Geoffrey Abbot, the son of a senator, exchange blows.

Their brawl went from one end of the ballroom to the other like two enraged bulls, with tables and chairs getting knocked over in their wake. At one point, Geoffrey Abbot, his eyes flaming with rage, charged straight at Baron Taketick. A couple who was in their way got knocked off their feet.

Geoffrey Abbot had managed to pin Baron Taketick against a wall so forcefully that it dented and cracked in multiple places. "Had enough?" he roared.

"Jenny is mine!"